Saved In The A.M.

16-Walking In The Wind

———HARRY'S POV———
I wake up and immediately feel sick as my body jolts a bit, causing me to lose all spatial awareness.
"Where am I?" I ask through my husky sleep voice, I feel someone combing through my hair as I lay with my head in their lap and my body sprawled across the rest of the seat but I can't see them due to the fact that it's now night time.
"We're in the car, driving through Larkfield" Louis' voice rings through my ears.
"Pull over" I say as i shoot my eyes wide open.
"What?" He asks confused.
"PULL OVER!!" I yell furiously, memories flashing through my head of a couple hours ago up to a few months ago of all the times I was there for Louis just to have him leave with barely a word.
"Harry mate I'm on a Highway, I'm not allowed to stop" Liam protests rationally.
"PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER PLEASE!!" I yell again as I sit up and start hyperventilating, tears spilling out from my eyes and rolling down my face.
"Oh god, okay, one second lad" He says concerned.

The car pulls to the side and before it's even at a complete stop, I open the door and practically fall out, barely managing to stay on my feet. All the feelings and emotions are too much for me and vomit comes shooting up my oesophagus and spilling out my mouth. It's green because all I've eaten today has been toast with avocado, feta and a small container of cucumber and celery as a snack while I was driving to the beach this morning. I feel a hand rub my back and when I turn around to see Louis as I wipe my mouth, I push his hand off me and glare at him. The rain is still pouring down and the headlights at the front of the car give enough light to the side that I can see Louis' sad blue eyes that will never fail to mesmerise me. My hair has begun to stick to my forehead due to the water it's drenched in so I smooth it all back, but one curl escapes, falling in front of my eyes. I have to stop glaring as I feel more vomit come up and I vomit again right in front of him which he doesn't even step back from. He goes to comfort me again but Niall grabs his arm after stepping out of the front seat and gives him a 'let ME go' look which makes me feel relieved. Louis sighs and steps back into the car, out of the rain and Niall comes over to me instead and rubs my back, both of us not caring about getting wet.

After about 3 more minutes Niall speaks up, seeing that I'm no longer vomiting.
"You right mate?" He asks me, still rubbing my back and I just nod and wipe the tears from my cheeks that come with the pressure of vomiting.
"Let's go home" he says to me and I just nod again. He helps me into the car then gets back into the front passenger seat.
"You right Haz?" Zayn asks from the seat behind mine since this is a 7 seater car.
"For now" I mumble. I glance over at Louis and see him staring out the window, tear stains on his cheeks and it takes everything in me not to comfort him but HE did this to me, he left me and I will not just let it go, he broke me. I'm not even sure if we can still be considered a couple anymore to be honest, we haven't spoken in weeks and I don't hate him because hate is an extremely strong word but I do hate what he did to me and God I am still so fucking mad.

We arrive home and I head straight up to mine/Louis' room out of habit, shutting the door behind me, realising once I'm there that he's home at the moment which makes this HIS room. I fall face down onto the bed and break down when I start to think of all the events that unfolded today. I hear a soft knock at the door and am ready to tell Louis to fuck off when I see Zayn instead. I return my head to its faced down position on the pillow which still smells like Louis and I ignore the fact that he's there and keep crying. There's a weight shift in the bed when I feel him sit down next to me and I immediately start to feel better as he gives me back tickles.

"Harry" he hums softly and I turn my head to face him but still laying on my stomach in the hope that he continues to tickle my back. He places both of his hands in his lap and is about to talk before I cut him off.
"Can you keep tickling my back?" I ask as sweetly as possible.
"Of course" he giggles quietly.
"Liam thinks you should come downstairs and have some dinner because it's late and it's been a big day for you and you haven't eaten much" he mumbles.
"I'd rather just stay here and cry to be honest" I murmur through a double breath.
"Okay well Louis wants to talk to you" he changes the subject.
"Well I don't want to talk to Louis" I state bluntly.