closer // harry styles

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

"She's gone."

My Uncle's words repeated in my head. What do you mean she's gone? Gone?

Alex.

How can he even live with himself knowing he killed someone? No, no I can't say that word; kill. I've already lost both parents, and now my daughter. Maybe I just heard Paul wrong, maybe she's not gone.

But when I tried to speak, no words came out. It felt as if I were trapped. Trapped inside of this sick game, where someone was constantly controlling me. Trapped because I didn't know what to do, or how to do it. Trapped because everyone around me was always fine, but then the second I came in the room, or the second Cassidy came up, everyone went mute.

Harry leaned over, and hugged me, tighter then normal for both our sakes. I didn't have the strength anymore or the energy to hug him back, so I just stood there, my hands resting on his chest, and my knees shaking.

I didn't even know why Alex hated me. We broke up, god get over it. But we broke up so long ago, I can barely remember when, or why I ever dated him in the first place. Oh, that's right, because he was nice and attractive. Well, now the niceness has been completely drained from his soul, and he doesn't appeal to me in any way anymore.

But now what should I do? How am I going to be able to live, knowing I carried another human being around inside of me for so long, only to have her be gone. I would like to say it was all just a big waste of time, but was it really?

Before I knew it, I was climbing into Harry's car in silence. When he got in, he slammed his hands on the steering wheel, and yelled and cursed. I wasn't planning on stopping him though, he needed to let it out. If I was feeling stronger, I would be doing the same. We were both miserable about this whole thing, but Harry just chose to show his sadness through anger.

After five more minutes, he was catching his breath, and he pulled out of the big parking lot. We drove home in complete silence, and when we reached our house, the paps were waiting. What a surprise.

"I'm fucking done with them." Harry shook his head, and I looked over to him. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had been crying the whole ride home. He ran his fingers through his hair, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. I followed him, and he pulled me into a hug in front of his car, and kissed my hair. We ignored the paparazzi, but they started to come closer to us. Harry wrapped an arm around my waist, and lead me inside, trying to push through the paps.

"That's it!" Harry yelled, and punched one of the guys' cameras to the ground. He shouldn't have done that, but if it was his face, we would've had bigger problems.

"What the hell, man?" The pap said, and looked at Harry in surprise.

"Leave us the fuck alone." Harry ordered through gritted teeth, and pushed through everyone to get inside our house.

Our house. The house that Harry purchased for our family. I walked upstairs to our bedroom and laid down on the bed, burying my face in the pillow and letting everything out. The hitting, the kicking, the tears, everything. I heard Harry's boots walk in the room, and then the bed sunk down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, but I pushed him away.

"I just really need to be alone right now." I sighed, not wanting to be rude to him since he was only trying to help, but really just needing to be alone.

"Is it okay if I go out?" He asked.

"Where are you going?" I muttered into the pillow. He's going out right now?