CHAPTER NINE:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Niall screams from the doorway.
I feel Harry's hands release my neck, making me drop to the floor. I land on my knees and instantly gasp for air and start to cry.
Harry runs out of the bathroom, pushing Niall out of the way. As I try to comprehend what just happened, I look up and see Niall. He kneels down and holds me onto his lap. He places one hand against my back, the other against the back of my head, placing it against his chest.
"Everything's going to be okay." He assures me. We sit for a good while in silence, because I just can't talk. I just can't wrap my head around what just happened.
"I'm hoommeee!" We hear Liam's cheerful voice, but neither of us respond from still being in shock.
We hear footsteps and Liam walks by and sees us, "What are you guys doing?" He asks awkwardly.
I turn to face him... my tears and bruises are visible.
"Oh my God! What the hell happened? What did you do?!" He starts to yell at Niall and pushes him harshly out of the way, his anger obviously showing.
He gets down on his knees so he's on my level. He delicately runs his fingers over my bruises.
"It's not Niall." I whisper from still crying... and mostly from the pain. The emotions start to come back. Liam cuffs my cheek gently waiting for me to say who.
"Harry..." I look away not knowing how to even feel right now.
Liam's expression is unreadable. It takes him a moment to realize, and then his chest starts rising and falling rapidly. He bites his lip as he looks away, the rage is building up.
He suddenly storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. This just makes me cry even more, I've been crying so much, I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Niall pulls me back into his lap and holds me, until I fully stop crying.
Eventually, I manage to pull myself together and we walk into the living room. I see Liam pacing back and forth.
I don't think I've ever seen him so mad in my life.
He runs his hand through his hair while he continues pacing and breathing heavy, "I couldn't find Harry, but I saw the back door open... and his car is gone. I'm about to call the police."
"NO!" I shout, "Please." I start crying again. "He didn't know what he was doing!"
I peer at Liam through tears and see his face is red and angry. "What?" He stands in front of me and grabs me hard, digging his fingers into my skin.
"What he did was NOT okay!" He starts yelling at me as he pushes me against the wall.
"Liam, calm down." Niall grabs him and pulls him off of me. Liam rips away from him and I can tell he's about to loose it, but his phone goes off distracting him a little.
He's about to ignore the call when he sees who it is. He exhales a few times, trying to calm himself. He takes the call but leaves the room.
It was about five minutes before he returned.
He seems a lot calmer, but still obviously upset.
He sits down on the chair and looks up at us, "Simon called." Liam looks directly at Niall, "Harry went to his house and told him what happened... Simon said there was no choice.." He trailed off.
"What?" Niall says anxiously. "What'd he say?"
"It's just so he can be better before the tour starts..." Liam continues, but still doesn't answer.
"WHAT?" me and Niall simultaneously shout. I don't even know what to think at this point.
"Simon is sending Harry to rehab."
