Tahulah's P.O.V
Home. That's where I'm headed. Thank the lord. One month has been and gone and I'm so thankful for that. I made one friend in the ward. His name is Conor, he was addicted to pain killers and he had bulima. He wasn't like everyone else in the ward. He was different. He was suprisingly very lively for someone in a mental hospital. I suppose that's why I was drawn to him. We could relate to each other because we both had eating disorders and we both knew what each other was going though. We stuck by each other thoughout everything, good and bad days. We promised each other that we would see each other once we'd both left the hospital and I intended on keeping that promise.
'We're here.' Harry says interrupting my thoughts. It's been one bloody long month and I'm glad it's over. I feel different. Lighter almost. like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel almost happy. I got out of the car and followed Harry into the house. I can hear laughing coming from the lounge room and I'm suddenly more excited to see everyone. When I was in the ward they only let the same person visit me each time. I chose Harry. He knows sort of what I'm going though, he sort of had a very mild case of depression when he was getting alot of hate. Harry is suprisingly a very good listener and talker. We've become much closer and we've put our differences behind us. Yet he still refuses to tell me why he hated me so much when I first moved in with them. I respect his descision not to tell me. It's his choice and I'm not going to force him to do anything. I didn't chose Zayn because he chose not to tell me something that would've been so life changing and I've got to admit it hurt knowing he kept something like that from me. I'm not going to tell him I know. I'm going to wait for him to tell me himself. The public doesn't know the real Harry Styles the way I saw him this past month. They see him as this major flirt who goes after his fan's mum's and grandmother's. When in reality he's really not. He is one of the most genuine and caring peope I've ever met. While I was in the ward Caroline and him broke up, everyone thought he dumped her, but the complete opposite happened. She broke up with him. Harry hinted that Zayn is dating a girl named Cherrie or Perrie or something like that I don't really remember. Harry never spoke about Niall. Not once did he mention him.
'Do you want to go to your room and unpack or you do you want to see the others.' He asks stopping me at the entrance way of the lounge room, so were still not visiable to everyone whose sitting in the lounge room. It's almost as though Harry wants me to pick the first one option. Just to spite him I'm going to pick the latter one.
'See the others.' I smile at him. And he looks almost worried and concerned?
'Let's go Hazza!' I beam at him pulling on his hand. He looks down at me in pity. Pity? Harry has never looked at me in pity or sympathy. Never. Whatever. I pull him into the room and I'm shocked. Eleanor is sitting next to Lou, his arm around her. Danielle is lying with her head in Liam's lap. Zayn has a blond girl sitting in his lap. But that's not what shocked me. Niall was cuddling up with a girl with dark hair. I'm just going to say this now, they didn't match at all, they didn't look right. It just looked weird. I thought he liked me? The doctors at the ward told me it wasn't my fault that I was pushing everyone away from me. I've got to admitt it hurt that he didn't wait.
'Tilly!' Zayn said smiling at me. He looked so happy to see me that I couldn't help but beam back at him. I could see that he was trying to get up but Cherrie or Perrie or whatever the hell her name was, wouldn't get off him.
'I'm going to go unpack, let's go Harry.' I say trying to hold back the tears pulling on his hand. No one else seemed to care that I was back. Liam looked mad, Danielle looked hurt, Lou and Eleanor just looked shocked and Niall was the worst he wasn't even looking at me. He had his eyes glued to the girl cuddling into his side, he hadn't even acknowledged my presence. What made the tears fall from my eyes was that he kissed her right in front of me. I couldn't handle it, I pulled Harry out of the room and into mine.
