closer // harry styles

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

"You fucking asshole!" Harry shoved Niall back against a wall. He had shown up at my new house with the boys, and of course, immediately started causing a scene. He's officially back to his old self. I was trying not to listen, and I turned up the tv, but it was no use.

"Why am I the asshole?!" Niall asked, but knew better than to shove him back. Harry was now back to fighting everyone in his sight, and not caring about anything. We hadn't said anything at all to each other for the past day, and I hated every second of it. The worst was when he was in the same house as me, but we didn't even interact.

"You're the asshole, because..." Harry stuttered, and tried to think of something. "Because you said that thing!"

"I never said anything, but I'm not going to start a fight with you over nothing. Get the fuck off me." Niall snapped, and started to walk away.

"This fight isn't over nothing!" Harry called to him as he walked away.

"Yes it is, and I think you should fix things with a certain person as soon as possible, because we all agree that you've become a douche!" Niall yelled, and slammed the door shut to his bedroom.

Harry stormed over to the kitchen, and I tried not to stare at the muscles in his back. He was wearing a white shirt; I loved when he wore white. He quickly took out a glass, and filled it with water. He opened the front door to the house, chugged the water, and slammed the glass on the concrete steps outside.

"Fuck!" He yelled. All I wanted to do was walk over to him, to tell him we could get through it, and to tell him it would be alright. But I knew I couldn't do that, because I knew it wouldn't be alright. He basically said he proposed because of stress, and Cassidy, and then he said he doesn't really want to get married.

He stormed off to a room, and slammed the door just as Niall had. I'm not sure who's room it was, because he didn't exactly live here anymore. I walked upstairs to my room, and the door creaked open.

"Oh, I didn't know this room was yours." Harry stuttered, and got up from my bed while he wiped his eyes. I looked away, and he exited the room, while pulling up the neck of his white shirt and wiping his nose with it.

He had been crying. Harry never cries, unless it's really personal. I listened in on a conversation that was building in the hallway right outside my door.

"Liam, you gotta help me, mate." Harry pleaded.

"No, you need to get some help." Liam responded.

"Shut up, and listen to me!" Harry raised his voice, and I heard a soft crash.

"Ow!" Liam yelled out in pain. "That was my arm!"

"I'm sorry..." Harry started, and I thought he was going to be nice, but I was wrong. "Don't be such a pussy."

"What the hell do you want my help with?" Liam asked, ignoring his rude remark.

"I'm a mess. I'm one big fucking wreck without her." He said, and my heart sunk.

"No shit." Liam responded.

"I need her... otherwise I act like this. In the past five minutes I've shoved Niall, hit you, and cried. Yeah, I fucking cried. But the part I'm most worried about is her," He trailed off.

"What about her?" They didn't have to say my name to let me know who they were referring to.

"Well, I'm rude as hell now. I was like this before I met her, but less... physical. I never used to hurt people, but now that we're not together..." his voice got soft when he added, "what if I hurt her?"