The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 36

Harry's POV

When I wake up, I notice the spot next to me is empty. Where did she go?

"Cherry?" I sit up, while rubbing my eyes.

"Here," I hear her say from outside my room. I walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find Cherry and Niall sitting at the table drinking coffee

"What time is it?"

"It's eleven," Niall says flatly. His face is all red and puffy.

"The other guys left?" I sit on a chair next to Cherry.

"They never showed," Niall shrugs and I sigh.

"I gotta go," Cherry stands up.

"Why?" I look at her.

"I don't know, I just- I have work to do," she grabs her shoes from the floor.

"No you don't," Niall lifts a brow.

"Bye," she heads for the door quickly then shuts it.

"She's special," Niall looks at me.

"Yeah, okay," I roll my eyes at him.

"Why is she always in a hurry?" Niall asks me.

"I don't know," I rub my eyes.

"Look kid, if you're tired, go to sleep. Soda's not making you work at the station today," Niall says.

"Okay first, I'm only a year younger than you. Second, Soda isn't even working at the station himself. Third, I wasn't going to go anyways," I manage to let out a laugh. It seems like forever since I've smiled. Though it's only been a night.

"You're crazy," Niall's Irish accent floods the house.

"Wanna go see if the guys are okay?" Niall gets up.

"They're all at Soda's?" I look at him.

"Yeah," he heads for the door and I toss him the keys.

Cherry's POV

I had to leave. Both their eyes were puffy and red and when boys cry, I can't help but cry myself. I just could not see that. They're going through something horrific. I'm glad they were trying to ignore the fact that their close friend died but they have to talk about it. I mean, not with me but with each other. You can't just run away from your problems. That's Harry's BIGGEST personal trait that he needs to work on.

I'm sure Perrie is with Amanda. They went back to Perrie's house last night before I left with Harry.

Damn I hope they're okay also.

Everything is so fucked up in my life right now. I just can't seem to process all this shit at once so I decide to head home.

After I slam my door out of fury, my mom runs out of the kitchen.

"Why did you slam the door so hard? Jeez," she looks at me then notices my tears. "Oh dear, what happened?" she puts her phone down on the couch. I can't help but bury my face into her shoulder. Hopefully, not smudging makeup onto her expensive cardigans.

"Cher?" she looks at me.

"Well, um. See," I sniff. "My friend Johnny just tragically passed," I wipe my tear.

"Oh god," she covers her mouth. "Who is he?" she sits me down onto the couch.

"Harry's friend. He was the youngest greaser," I explain.

"Greaser? You've been friends with greasers?" my mother looks at me in disgust.

"Mom-" I say. Shit. I'm screwed.