Broken || Harry styles

Chapter 38

Song for the chapter: Jessie J //

Liam's P.O.V

"Melody, oh my-" my heart clenches as her limp body comes into view. "Dammit Melody!" I silently curse as I remove the bottle from her lap scooping her into my arms. "I need you to listen to me okay? You have to stay strong. Stay strong for Harry, your family, for me. I need you to keep fighting until you're handed the medal. Alcohol is phase one, then you start experimenting with stronger drugs, and I don't want to see you drown. You're stronger than this. You have to be. I know we haven't actually had a real conversation I'm always doing the one talking," I sigh. "I understand, I understand Melody. I understand you're hurting I understand you want to rid of the pain, I understand! You're screaming, and I hear you Mel loud and clear. I do, it's-it's like a chronic, cruel punishment-just the slow erosion of self. It is a solitary experience; a room in hell with your name on the door. You're stuck in your own hell. You feel like you're dying, everyday. Drowning, only to reach the surface and then be pulled back under.

"I get it! I do. But this, this isn't the way out. You Have to fight them not hide behind bourbon. You're going to dig yourself a hole too deep to resurface from. You're not alone through this. I don't know what your favorite color is, or if you have and siblings or pets, hell I don't even know your last name, I don't know your story but what I do know is that you're not finished writing. You're in pain, I see that, Harry sees that but you still feel like you're alone. You are not alone through this! You don't have to fight this alone. I have you, harry has you but that doesn't matter if you don't have yourself. We can't help you fight unless you're on our team, helping us help you.

"You have every right to feel sad sometimes, I'm not taking that away from you just don't let it control you, don't let it manipulate you. I care Melody, we care."

I popped up at Harry's house only to find it covered in glass and smelling like alcohol. I've never seen Harry's eyes so empty. His body was leaning on the edge of the island and he stared straight ahead . He didn't bother to make my presence known. I asked him repeatedly what was wrong but he didn't so much as blink. A couple minutes of silence past before I asked about Melody after realizing she wasn't here. He flinched at the sound of her name. I asked where she was and he shrugged. I later asked did you guys have an argument he shrugged again. "She left," his voice was low and controlled like at any second he would explode.

I got a little more information she was alone and drunk. Harry wasn't going to snap out of the trance he was in for a while so I took matters into my own hands and went out to search for her.

After a few minutes of walking I finally reach Harry's house. I push melody's body further on my chest so I can open the door. Harry is still in the same position he was in fifteen minutes ago. Again, he didn't acknowledge my presence or his past out girlfriend. I roll my eyes at him before setting Melody on the couch.

"What the fuck!" I half scream half yell. "Snap the hell out of it Harry!" I shove on his shoulders. "Melody needs you right now! What ever happened between you guys you need to get the hell over it and be there for her. She's your girlfriend and you and I both know you're in love with her, and she yo-,"

"I don't love her! I'm not in love with her!" Harry shouts. "Get the fuck out!"

"Listen to me!, I shove on his shoulders harder. "Listen! She's sick! And she needs you so get over your prissy fight grow some fucking balls and hold her hair back when she pukes up all the toxics, and get her water and pain medications after she's done so. Hold her in your arms let her know you are there. You're going to loose her. Tell her you love h-,"

"I'm not in l-"

"Cut the shit! like I said grow some balls and get over this little tantrum!"

"Don't tell me who I'm in love with! Don't tell me how to take care of her! Don't tell me shit about her! Get the fuck out!"

Harry's POV

"...Get the fuck out!" I'm heaving with anger. "Now!"

Liam gives me one last death stare before leaving. "Fuck!" I shout pulling at my roots. I know where Liam is coming from, I understand it's Personal too but the nerve he has telling me how to take care of melody.

I look over at the couch. My stomach is inside my mouth, my heartbeat increases. "Mel," I breathe. "Mel," I walk over to the side of the couch and a bend down. I grab her hand a stroke it. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. We take two steps forward and then five steps back. I'm trying to understand, I'm trying to help its just hard for me sometimes too. I-I just don't know what I can do to help you. I give you love, affection, everything to mend a broken heart, soul. I'm not good at this but dammit I'm trying just open up to me. Please. I want to know you, all of you. The stories behind your wounds, the people behind your broken spirit I want to know you, let me know you."

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That night was spent with her over the toilet and him by her side. They have not exchanged any conversation in regards of the events that led up to her throwing up. They've now been looking at the Telly for in hour in complete silence. "I'm ready." Her voice is tight. "Huh?" He looks at her confused. "To let you know me. I'm ready to tell you."

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