Trust Me

Chapter 13.

As I open the door, I'm faced with a half drunk Bianca, straddled up in Louis' lap.

Wait.. so they invited Bianca and Harry didn't had the slightest interest of inviting me? This sends me over the edge and I'm pacing through the crowded room in search of Harry.

I push my way through a crowd of people dancing and singing. This is in a hotel. How does anybody not get disturbed of all this noise?

Is the hotel empty? Did they rent the whole hotel? That would make sense though.

I push my way towards the kitchen and I feel a strong pinch of jealousy as I process what I see in front of me.

It's Harry with a girl. She's sitting on his lap forcing her mouth to his. He releases her waist as he sees me. His eyes dart into mine and I just wish I could melt into the floor right now. She turns around and the jealousy overwhelms me as I see how beautiful she really is.

She has long dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. She looks slightly confused as she sees a tear fall from my face. Harry removes her from his lap and walk towards me.

"Madddy, baby!" He yells almost tripping over a vodka bottle.

Is he drunk?

"Harry are you seriously drunk?" I ask through clenched teeth as he recovers from his accident. 

"No." He quickly states as if it was obvious. I give him a murderous glare and he rolls his eyes.

"Okay maybe a little." He states, holding his fingers out, gesturing how much he supposedly drank.

"I can't believe you Harry. What the hell is wrong with you?" I raise my voice over the loud music.

"Loosen up a bit baby." He close the gap between us and I jerk away. He's not winning this. Even though I long for his touch.

"Fine. Let's talk in private" He says, leading me to where I suspect is his room.

As he closes the door, I feel trapped but safe in a confusing way. He walks over to me, taking my hand in his.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" He asks as I pull my hand away.

"Why? Harry are you so clueless to think I would even consider talking to you after the way you treated me? Not to mention this 'Haylor' shit! I'm just a game to you Harry. I thought we had something special. Instead I just realise how incredibly naive I've been!" I yell and he takes a step back, looking at me as if I've grown another head.

"You think you're a game to me?" He asks through his teeth. "How could you think that?"

"I'm sure as hell you don't treat Taylor this way.. oh yes you do! You have carelessly used me Harry! For what? Is it for publicity?" I yell at him.

"I have not been using you Madison!!" He yells back. "And that Taylor shit couldn't be farther from the truth. That is for publicity!"

"Don't talk shit with me Harry! Is she here?" I ask coldly, hoping for the answer I want to hear.

"What, no!"

"Then why didn't you even bother to ask me? I had to get permission from Niall!" I yell and watch as his face turn pale.

"You were with Niall?" He asks, his voice barely recognisable. 

"Why do you care? I'm sure you were preoccupied by that.. that girl!"

"What gir-" he stops midsentence. "Madison, listen to me.. I-" he begins but his eyes turn in his head as his body connects with the floor.

Oh my gosh. He passed out.

"Harry?" I ask shaking him by his shoulders.

He mumbles a few words but I can't make them out. I rush through the door to find someone to help me. Niall is standing at the kitchen door.

"Niall! Help please! Harry passed out on the floor." I yell over the loud music.

We enter the room once again and find Harry at the exact same spot I left him. He must've drank a lot before we came her considering it's only almost nine.

Niall carries him to his bed and lays him down. I notice an empty bottle of whisky on the bedside table and my heart sinks in. Why did he drink so much? Is it my fault?

"What happened?" Niall whispers to me, taking the empty bottle whisky in his hand.

"I.. I don't know. We talked and he just.. passed out." I hesitantly answer.

"Let's get out of his room before he wakes up.." Niall quickly say as he opens the door for me.

I nod before walking out. Is Harry going to be okay? I can't help but feel guilty about this situation. It's almost like I drained every bit of him, and now an empty shell is lying on the bed.

Niall gestures me to his room. I hesitate but walk in. We're just friends. I remind myself.

He sits on the bed and pats the space next to him. I sit down and he moves himself closer to me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. "You can't keep it all in."

"I don't know." I honestly answer. I don't think it's a good idea for me to spill myself to Niall. I don't even know him that well. Apart from watching "This is Us" with Bianca.

"I don't want to push you, but keeping stuff in is only gonna make it worse." He says, his accent thick.

"Thank you, but I think I'm good for now." I say, what I meant to say is I can't talk to you about this kind of stuff because Harry dislikes you and I'm actually dying inside.

He gives me a firm smile before standing to his feet. "I'll be right back. Just going to get a drink, want something?" He asks and I shake my head before he walks out.

I hear the click of the door behind him and I jump when I hear his phone beep beside me.

It went off a couple of times and curiosity takes over. I take his phone and open the messages.

Just one.

I open the first one and it states that it's from a private number.

I begin to read:

Thanks for the pictures mate. I sent it to the magazine and got some heaps of moola. I especially liked the one where he kissed her! What a chap! You should consider a business in photography, haha.

Talk to you later Mate.

I almost dropped the phone as I see Niall's figure standing at the door.