Wanted

chapter two

My head hurts too much to be real and I feel as if I could puke from the stress Im in. It takes me a few minutes to gather all the details and occurring events from last night before Im fully aware of why I'm still so warn out. Sunlight is shinning through the blinds and my clothes from yesterday are folded next to me. I regret falling asleep in this chair because now my neck and back have to face the pain as I stretch and yawn one last time before I start off my day. I stay seated in the chair and think about last night and what will happen next. Niall coldly let me walk out of our house and into the rain as if it were nothing. Of course looking at it from his point of view, I coldly left him at his weakest point and acted so selfish thinking he was the one being inconsiderate. I become weary at the thought of him upset and alone surrounded my broken glass and furniture. I can imagine his red bloody knuckles wrapped around his knees as he pulls them to his chest and tries to escape his own mind. What if he is looking for me right now and is worried? Or even worse, what if he doesn't care where I am or if I ever come back?

"Good morning stranger" Harry appears in the living room perfectly groomed and dressed. He looks much better than he did yesterday with flattened soaked hair or even the frizzy curls after they dried. He is wearing a plaid button up with black jeans that look like they would be nearly impossible to button.

"Morning." I hardly say back. I shouldn't be acting so rude considering he did give me a place to stay and washed my clothes but my shellfish thoughts make it impossible to be happy. "Im gonna change" I decide and state out loud just so he isn't startled by me leaving him alone. He nods and lets me exit the room thankfully without anymore to be said.

Dark circles are obviously casted under my eyes making myself look even more tired than I did last night. My blonde hair is a nest sticking in every direction possible so I quickly pull my fingers through it hoping that will at least make it lie semi flat. I want to go home and see Niall just to know he's okay, I want to brush my teeth and take a shower also. Last night a shower sounded amazing but I simply couldn't ask Harry for another favour without him feeling like Im using him.

When I get out of the bathroom Harry is cleaning dishes in the kitchen and doesnt seem to notice that im back from changing my clothes. "Hey Harry" I push my hands into my pockets and watch him as he cleans. "I just wanted to say thank you so much for letting me stay, I know we just met and it was really unexpected but I just moved over to this area and dont really know anyone. It meant a lot to me that you let me stay." All of his attention is now fixed on me and he laughs at the end of my statement making me feel slightly more alive than before.

"I just moved here two months ago, It was nothing letting you stay, I feel we could be friends yeah?" His smile is so bright and slightly crooked, he's attractive in the oddest way but at the same time it makes everything more alluring.

"That would be nice" I return a slightly less enthusiastic smile and hope he understands its the best I can give at the moment. "I should get back to Niall now, hes probably a mess." Nervous laughter follows my sentence because its ironic, Im the mess here. Harry nods and we exchange an awkward side hug as he picks up another dish and continues his chores.

The air outside is muggy and holds all of the evidence from the rain we had last night. Humidity is my least favourite type of weather but it seams to love me because I never catch a break. I hold my breath and count to three preparing myself for whats behind my metal apartment door. This is it, I'll have to face everything eventually so it might as well be now, plus he may be worried sick for where I am, maybe he is sorry. My thoughts are all put to a quick end however, when I open the door trash litters the floor and and a choked gag is coming from the bathroom.

The door creeks open slowly under my touch and reviles Niall slumped over letting out who knows what from his system. "What happened?" I am quick to sit beside him on my knees and he ignores me completely. I lay my hands on his back and the skin acts like a heater against my palms. "Youre so hot, whats wrong?" He finishes being sick and puts his hands on the toilet bowl using it as a leverage to push himself to his feet. One of his hands slips and he hits his shoulder on the hard surface. "Niall!" I help pull him up unsure of what to do and he looks at me blankly. His mouth is slightly open and his bottom lip is busted. His eyes are fogged over and beat red but dont hold a sliver of life in them. He is looking at me but it feels like instead he sees through me, the feeling scares me more than anything. His lean body begins to sway slightly then he stumbles forward and stables himself on the wall and my shoulder before he falls again. "Let me help you" I whisper, I know theres no way I'll get a response back but I feel like whatever is wrong with him, somewhere deep inside he is freaking out and my voice is the only thing that is keeping him there..or I hope thats the case. I gently place his arm over my shoulders and lean his weight more on me than his own feet just incase. His body barely responds to me walking and takes a few seconds to take a step, I need to call my mom and tell her what has happened.