Completed Heart

Chapter 70: Opinion

Chapter 70: Opinion

Harry’s P.O.V

I can’t believe I was stupid enough to get caught. I can’t believe I was making Susie go through this. I can’t believe I had brought this on. I lay on my bed with my eyes shut; I was in so much pain. Of course, my body hurt; Liam had made sure of it, but this wasn’t why I was hurting. My heart hurt. I had made everyone that I love turn against me. The only one who was still on my side was Susan, but I doubt she’d want to talk to me anymore, or would be allowed to talk to me anymore. I wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

“Harry!” Louis called to me, callously. I didn’t open my eyes as he slammed my door open.

“Here,” he threw something at me gently, but his voice was harsh. I opened my eyes to see what it was once I heard him shut the door. It was a first aid kit. I opened it up and took some sanitizer out. I carefully put some on a paper towel and began to dab my wounds. I winced as it stung, but I didn’t stop. I needed to clean the cuts and it wasn’t like I didn’t deserve the pain. As I cleaned myself up, I thought about what Susie must be going through.

I bet Liam was yelling at her. I bet Zayn was yelling at her, too. I bet she put up a fight. No, she wasn’t going to fight with them for me. I didn’t deserve it. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and sent her a quick text. I waited thirty minutes before checking my phone; no texts. Of course she wouldn’t text back. If I were her, I wouldn’t text me back either.

I finished cleaning up my face and sat back down on my bed. I lifted my shirt up and inspected the bruises on my gut. Those hurt like a bitch, but at least I could hide them. I wouldn’t be able to go out in public without make up or sunglasses because of the shape my face was in.

“Harry!” Louis called again; this time he was calling for me to come out into the main room. I pushed myself off of my bed and stumbled into the kitchen. He stood sipping a cup of tea, leaning against the counter.

“Yes?” I asked politely. He rolled his eyes, but I could see through it. Louis was trying to act mad at me, but underneath it all, I could see he was concerned.

“I was, er, we need to talk about this whole thing.” He said, just before taking a sip of tea. I nodded and sat down. I would let him yell at me; get it all out of his system. I owed him that much after he spent so long helping me and Susie keep things under the radar. I prepared myself, but Lou just took his phone out of his pocket and slid it across the counter.

“What-” I picked up the iPhone, confused.

“Read the last text I got,” he asked me quietly. I opened up his messages, the last one was from Liam. Shit.

“Uh, It says ‘hey, I need to talk to you. Call me when you can’, have you called him?” I asked nervously. Louis shook his head.

“Harry, you’re my brother and no matter what I will always be on your side. I know that you and Susie really do love each other, I support that. At first I didn’t, but now I do. That being said, you fucked up. You couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you?” He asked. He didn’t say it meanly; it was only like he was stating a fact. He raised his eyebrows at me, expecting me to react. I wanted to, but I bit my tongue.

“I know,” was all I responded. He nodded.

“I am going to call Liam now. I think he may know that I knew. I am going to stand up for you, but I need you here with me, ok? I need you to help me because, frankly, angry Liam scares the crap out of me; I’ve never seen him like this.” I nodded in agreement. He was scared shitless, but I was the receiver of all this anger. I was the face on the other side of his fist. Lou thought that he was scared.