Angels Don't Cry || Narry

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1.1.19 3:30 am

"Why did you even invite this asshole", Louis yells at Liam reproachfully.

"I-I wanted Harry to have fun again so I hired this guy and...", Liam interrupts himself, doesn't want to say the words out loud.

"And?".

"And told him to...make Harry forget", Liam continues ruefully.

"You mean, you told that guy to fuck Harry?".
"Well, that's also a way to say it".

Did he really think, that this shit would have helped Harry?
Did he really think, this Ron Weasley clown could have replaced me?

"You're such a dickhead Liam, this guy had nearly raped Harry!", Louis yells, doesn't want to believe, what his best mate had done.

I'm so disappointed in Liam.
He had hurt Harry...again.
Is he to blind to see, what he's doing?
That he's making Harry's life harder than it already is?

"Louis, I'm sorry okay? I just...wanted to help him".

"Duh, you didn't help Harry! You focking made everything worse", Louis yells before
flouncing out of the room.

Some tears are slowly running down Liam's face, but he immediately wipes them away.

What a crybaby.

~~

It's been an hour now.
I haven't seen Harry, since I threw that lamp on the red haired guy.
And even though I really wanna see him, I just can't.

I'm not ready to see him drowned in tears again...too much would it break my heart.

But I just miss him.

I miss laying in his strong arms, miss feeling his soft lips on mine and miss touching every single part of his perfect body.

Why am I even here?
What am I fucking supposed to do?
There needs to be a god damn reason, 'cause otherwise it wouldn't make any sense.

But I guess this is not about sense, because actually nothing here makes sense like wtf, I should be completely dead!

I just need to see Harry now.
He's the only one that makes sense to me and let's just forget about what I said a few seconds ago, because it was shit.

I need to see this man.

And so I walk back to the bedroom, knowing that Harry hasn't left it yet.

As I enter the room, I see Harry walking up and down the room, while talking to Louis in a shaky voice.

"Louis, it's the damn truth, don't make me feel like I'm insane!".

"Shhh, it's okay Harry", Louis leans over for a hug," you're just still a bit shocked, that's normal".

"No Louis, nothing is normal! I saw him, I saw Niall".
Harry flinches, as he feels the arms of his best mate around him.

I freeze.

"Harry it's fine, you'll be okay", Louis tries to calm Harry down, but it's not really working.

"Stop saying this shit Louis, stop treating me like I'm insane", Harry yells, "I saw him, he knocked out this guy".

He saw me?
He saw how I threw that fucking lamp?

Oh my god.

How is this even possible, like how many physical laws need to be broken, that something like this can even happen?

"Harry, relax, it's fine", Louis repeats himself, doesn't really know what else to do.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry shouts, making Louis jump a step back.

Harry suddenly begins to shake, and I know that he's about to collapse.
All blood is disappearing out of his face, leaving a pale skin.

I immediately run over to him, trying to keep him from crashing with the floor.

But that, what my hands are getting to grab, is nothing more than air.

***
This is so much drama guys ahhh, I can't even handle my own story

Btw, I literally wrote this chapter 3 times and ended up publishing the one I wrote at first.
Uff what a waste of time.
(It's also rly short again so yup...pls don't hate me?)

Have a nice dazyhsususkwmw

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