One Direction One-shot collection

Angela and Harry

A/N: This chapter might kinda confuse 'cause it has 2 different POV's of 2 different people so yeah... Just understand carefully and enjoy!

Angela's POV: 

I always hated fighting with Harry. The adrenaline always got the best of me, and I would yell things that I don't really mean at him. Then a wave of guilt would wash over me, and I'd feel so hopeless and helpless. I was so sorry.

It was a stupid fight, I realized that now. I got mad at him because I thought he had been avoiding me. My paranoia got the better of me. I accused him of being a twat and having another woman but he fought back louder and more bitterly. Then he left.

I had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or who's with him, he wouldn't answer my calls or texts and I was starting to panic. He left 4 hours ago, casually walking out the door like it was nothing. It was 3 o'clock in the morning now, and he was only 17. Where could he be? I called him again, but it went to voicemail almost immediately. I left a message, begging him to come back. What was he doing? He knew I would be insanely worried.

I finished my 4th shot, trying to drown my self from all this toxic. I stumbled to his bedroom and ran a hand through my hair then let out a very loud sob. I cuddled onto his bed, hoping that he would come home soon so that I could say apologize and say sorry. I would wait here. Maybe even fall asleep.

Another hour past but his still not here, I still couldn't slow my restless mind. I shuffled into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle out of the cupboard that said "sleeping pills" on the label. I knew that Harry sometimes had trouble sleeping on tour, and knew that must be why he had these. I shrugged, tossing back a handful of them, hoping to go to drift off and forget about this guilt. I tossed back the rest of the bottle without thinking. I slumped onto the ground, knowing almost immediately I shouldn't have taken that many. I used the last of my energy to call him once more before the darkness take over.

No answer.

HARRY POV: 

My head was pounding, the music is louder than ever. I bounced lazily to the beat, my hands tight on the waist of some blonde girl. I sighed everytime my phone vibrates in my pocket, ignoring it. I groaned. My head hurt like never before, and my feet were pulsing.

Angela and I had argued again for the 9th time this week. I had been in this club for hours after arguing from her then walking out, I had come straight here, hoping to forget and drink away my troubles.

But with no luck. Angela still hadn't left my mind.

The blonde was grinding up against me, and I pulled her closer, bored, the music pounding. I slid my phone out of my pocket to check the time, and saw that I had 23 missed calls from Angela and about 67 texts. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. I could almost hear her voice in my head, scolding but loving, so guilt-ridden and worried.

I pulled away from the girl, and made my way through the crowd and out the door. The cold air was a shock compared to the warm and damp interior of the club. I listened to the voice messages that my phone have been collecting as Angela's voice filled my ears, tearful, helpless and desperate.

"Haz, please come back now. It's almost 3. I'm so sorry. Come back." 

"Harry . Please come home already. I didn't mean what I said. I'm so sorry." 

"Harry don't do this. Come back home now. I'm really worried. I'm sorry." 

"Hazza, I'm begging you. Where are you?"

I had to get back home, Angela was so worried. I had yelled such hurtful things at her that even I couldn't forgive myself from . Ugh ! How could I have hurt her like that? I shook my head and and rushed in a nearby cab and directed him to our apartment.

I immediately called out Angela's name as I unlocked the door.

"Angela? It's me! I'm home! And I'm so sorry!" I yelled into the silence. No response.

"Angela? Please don't scare me like this! I'm sorry! " I called again. Still no answer. I looked to my left, into the living room. There were empty glasses on the table, and panic shot through me. I ran up the stairs and down the hall, to her bedroom. She wasn't there in the bed. As I checked my bedroom, the covers were messed up, but she wasn't in that bed either.

"Angela?!" I called out once more but then I saw a light coming underneath the door of my bathroom. I hurriedly opened the door and I gasped at the sight before me. There was Angela  crumpled on the tiled floor, eyes closed, a pill bottle in her hand. I knelt down and grabbed it out of his hand. It was my sleeping pills that I usually use during my tour. It was empty. I knew she had drunk to much alcohol then it hit me. After drinking too much and emptying fully the sleeping pills would 'cause her to overdose. Ugh. Why do Angela do stupid things when she was angry?

"Angela! Wake up ! What did you do?!" I asked her lifeless form, I pulled her up so that her head was in my lap and stroke her hair.

"Angela, wake up, mate!" I shook her. Nothing. Her breathing was so shallow it was almost non-existent. I didn't know what to do. I called emergency and sent for an ambulance then I called Louis and begged him to come and help me since he's the one who's the closest to our apartment and he's mt and Angela's best friend. He arrived shortly and sat next in the bathroom with me, shocked.

"Harry! What happened?!" Louis questioned as I held out the bottle of pills silently, for him to see.

"You don't think he tried to..." Louis began.

"Off herself?" I finished. Louis nodded. "No." I assured him. "We argued. She got drunk, and I suppose she didn't think when she took the whole bottle." I said, my voice wavering.Then shook Angela again. 

"Angela, you can't do this to me." I whispered, still stroking her hair and face, holding her tight to me. "Please, Angela." I mumbled, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly. No response. I wrapped my arms tighter around his limp body, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please wake up."

"Angela..." I sniffled. "Please wake up. I'm sorry."

A day later, when her eyes finally opened, she was tucked into a white hospital bed while I sat by her side.

"Angela!" I exclaimed, tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Harry." She whispered. I couldn't believe that she still felt guilty. "Please forgive, Haz. I'm sorry.'

"No. Angela. I'm the one who should say sorry." I said, placing a kiss on her forehead while stroking her hair.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You got drunk then overdosed yourself  from sleeping pills, you idiot." I said, chuckling but still trying to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry." She said again.

"It's fine. I'm just glad your ok." I told her as I kiss her before falling back to sleep.