Ballerina Bruises
Chapter 22-Sick City
Harry's POV:
I woke up on the bathroom floor with a pounding headache. I looked at my phone, 10 am. Fuck. I locked the door and jumped right into the shower, rinsing my grime off from the night before. I honestly felt dirty from the girl I was with last night, what was I thinking? I couldn't stop thinking about Bella and what a mess she looked like last night. I should have looked after her, and it was her birthday for fucks sake!
After my shower I walked to the room that had my clothes in it and got dressed as quickly as I could in my black jeans and white t-shirt. I hurried downstairs and saw Zayn, Liam, Niall and Drew all sitting down at the table talking very seriously.
"Where's Bella?" I asked walking into the kitchen grabbing the bottle of Advil and a glass of water. They all looked at me with disgust and Drew shook his head.
"She's puking her guts up in the bathroom down the hall." Drew said with a snarky tone.
"We need to talk about last night." Liam said ushering me to the chair. I took a seat and watched as Niall and Drew left the room. Zayn cracked his knuckles and Liam's eyes weren't their usual light color, they were dark and full of anger as well as a little fear.
"What the fuck was more important than keeping an eye on Bella? She was almost raped because of you and Louis!" Zayn barked at me.
"As if she wasn't fucked up enough, now she has to add a creepy guy like Josh touching and beating her in a stall at a random club. ON HER BLOODY BIRTHDAY. And you were too busy hooking with strangers to make sure she's safe!" Liam said slamming down on the table in front of me, making me jump a little.
"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself? And we think he put something in Bella's drinks because she's still so sick and Perrie's better. So bravo Harry, you really fucking outdid yourself this time." I sat there with my mouth open and let out a noise that was trapped deep inside my throat, sorta like a manly sob.
"What was Josh doing here?!" Was all I could ask.
"We don't know, but there's not point in running now. He didn't make any serious threats yet." Liam sighed out.
"We just need everyone 100% focused on what the initial task was. To protect Bella and her family. We all love her..." Zayn's voice trailed off. We all just kinda nodded and agreed. All of us did love Bella, there was no denying it.
"I'm gonna go check on her." I said before Zayn and Liam stood in front of me.
"That's not a good idea mate. She's really sick and she doesn't want to see you." Liam whispered. I narrowed my eyebrows at him.
"She doesn't want to see me, or you don't want me to see her?" I asked smirking. Zayn stepped in front of him and pushed me back down to the chair.
"WE don't want YOU to see HER. The only reason she took drinks from Josh was because she saw you dancing with that trashy blonde with big tits. So leave it alone for now." Zayn barked before disappearing down the hall. I could hear gags and Zayn saying it's ok coming from the stall and my heart was breaking not being able to help her, but I needed to do what was best.
Bella's POV:
"How am I still throwing up?! I've barely eaten anything all week." I said before shoving my head into the toilet and blowing chunks again. Niall was patting my back and Drew had just left to go to his classes for the day. Zayn walked into the room and smiled weakly at me.
"Hey twinkle toes, how are ya feeling?" He asked sadly.
"I feel worse than I look, and that's saying a lot." I said before sticking my face in the toilet again.
"You look lovely!" Zayn joked squatting down next to me putting his hands on my neck.
"Bella, you're burning up." I pulled away from the toilet and sat on the ground. I looked like the biggest mess, with my hair pulled into a little blonde bun and some old baggy sweats on. "Take off your sweat shirt, love." He unzipped my sweat shirt and I was sitting there in my black bra.
"I don't think you were expecting that." I laughed, standing up and wiping my face with a towel. I looked in the mirror. I was as pale as a cloud and my body was skinnier than usually, so frail and weak. I walked out of the room towards the kitchen to get some Advil but Niall and Zayn jumped in front of me.
"Bella, you don't wanna go in there, go back to the bathroom we'll get it for you!" Niall said trying to stop me from going to the kitchen.
"Have you gone mad? I just need the Advil, I have the worst migraine ever." I continued towards the kitchen and froze when I saw Harry sitting there with his head down and Liam sitting on the counter talking to him. "Uhhhh..." I let out feeling tears well up in my eyes when I made eye contact with Harry. He looked incredibly hungover and sad.
"Bell! What are you doing in here? And where's your shirt?" Liam said rushing to my side, which I was thankful for because I leaned on him right away.
"I just need the Advil, then I'll rest." I said walking to he counter with Liam's help. "Where the hell is it?" I asked annoyed. I wanted to get out of their without having to speak to Harry.
"I have it." Harry said standing up and walking towards me. I reached for it but he pulled it away from my reach.
"Give it to her, Harry." Niall said angrily from the other side of the room.
"Not unless I can talk to her for 15 minutes and explain myself, he said and then whispered, "Please, Bella?" I was so angry.
"Let's make me being sick be about you. It's always about Harry. I don't need someone like you! Stop getting inside my head, I have enough voices in my head! Give it to me!" I screamed at him pounding on his chest. I kept hitting him and screaming that I hated him and knocked the Advil out of his hands, letting them spill all over the ground. "Look what you did now, you big jerk!" I screamed hitting him. He grabbed my shoulders and I collapsed in his hold, falling to his ankles. I was so tired and weak I didn't bother getting up.
"Bella...." he said coming face level with me. I looked up and let a few tears trickle down my cheek. "I never meant to hurt you...Please just let me explain. I love you Bella." I looked at him and sat up. I didn't sit up because I was going to hug him or anything. I sat up and puked all over this shoes. I felt Liam scoop me up and carry me to the sink and he whispered to me,
"Nice shot, Bell!" I cried into the sink and continued throwing up and I could hear Harry taking his shoes off in the background and telling the rest of the boys in the room,
"5 minutes is all it will take. Let me talk to her for 5 minutes, when she's feeling better. Please, I'm going to fix everything."
5 minutes is not enough to fix a broken heart, but I might just give him the chance, after all I just ruined his shoes. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?
I woke up on the bathroom floor with a pounding headache. I looked at my phone, 10 am. Fuck. I locked the door and jumped right into the shower, rinsing my grime off from the night before. I honestly felt dirty from the girl I was with last night, what was I thinking? I couldn't stop thinking about Bella and what a mess she looked like last night. I should have looked after her, and it was her birthday for fucks sake!
After my shower I walked to the room that had my clothes in it and got dressed as quickly as I could in my black jeans and white t-shirt. I hurried downstairs and saw Zayn, Liam, Niall and Drew all sitting down at the table talking very seriously.
"Where's Bella?" I asked walking into the kitchen grabbing the bottle of Advil and a glass of water. They all looked at me with disgust and Drew shook his head.
"She's puking her guts up in the bathroom down the hall." Drew said with a snarky tone.
"We need to talk about last night." Liam said ushering me to the chair. I took a seat and watched as Niall and Drew left the room. Zayn cracked his knuckles and Liam's eyes weren't their usual light color, they were dark and full of anger as well as a little fear.
"What the fuck was more important than keeping an eye on Bella? She was almost raped because of you and Louis!" Zayn barked at me.
"As if she wasn't fucked up enough, now she has to add a creepy guy like Josh touching and beating her in a stall at a random club. ON HER BLOODY BIRTHDAY. And you were too busy hooking with strangers to make sure she's safe!" Liam said slamming down on the table in front of me, making me jump a little.
"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself? And we think he put something in Bella's drinks because she's still so sick and Perrie's better. So bravo Harry, you really fucking outdid yourself this time." I sat there with my mouth open and let out a noise that was trapped deep inside my throat, sorta like a manly sob.
"What was Josh doing here?!" Was all I could ask.
"We don't know, but there's not point in running now. He didn't make any serious threats yet." Liam sighed out.
"We just need everyone 100% focused on what the initial task was. To protect Bella and her family. We all love her..." Zayn's voice trailed off. We all just kinda nodded and agreed. All of us did love Bella, there was no denying it.
"I'm gonna go check on her." I said before Zayn and Liam stood in front of me.
"That's not a good idea mate. She's really sick and she doesn't want to see you." Liam whispered. I narrowed my eyebrows at him.
"She doesn't want to see me, or you don't want me to see her?" I asked smirking. Zayn stepped in front of him and pushed me back down to the chair.
"WE don't want YOU to see HER. The only reason she took drinks from Josh was because she saw you dancing with that trashy blonde with big tits. So leave it alone for now." Zayn barked before disappearing down the hall. I could hear gags and Zayn saying it's ok coming from the stall and my heart was breaking not being able to help her, but I needed to do what was best.
Bella's POV:
"How am I still throwing up?! I've barely eaten anything all week." I said before shoving my head into the toilet and blowing chunks again. Niall was patting my back and Drew had just left to go to his classes for the day. Zayn walked into the room and smiled weakly at me.
"Hey twinkle toes, how are ya feeling?" He asked sadly.
"I feel worse than I look, and that's saying a lot." I said before sticking my face in the toilet again.
"You look lovely!" Zayn joked squatting down next to me putting his hands on my neck.
"Bella, you're burning up." I pulled away from the toilet and sat on the ground. I looked like the biggest mess, with my hair pulled into a little blonde bun and some old baggy sweats on. "Take off your sweat shirt, love." He unzipped my sweat shirt and I was sitting there in my black bra.
"I don't think you were expecting that." I laughed, standing up and wiping my face with a towel. I looked in the mirror. I was as pale as a cloud and my body was skinnier than usually, so frail and weak. I walked out of the room towards the kitchen to get some Advil but Niall and Zayn jumped in front of me.
"Bella, you don't wanna go in there, go back to the bathroom we'll get it for you!" Niall said trying to stop me from going to the kitchen.
"Have you gone mad? I just need the Advil, I have the worst migraine ever." I continued towards the kitchen and froze when I saw Harry sitting there with his head down and Liam sitting on the counter talking to him. "Uhhhh..." I let out feeling tears well up in my eyes when I made eye contact with Harry. He looked incredibly hungover and sad.
"Bell! What are you doing in here? And where's your shirt?" Liam said rushing to my side, which I was thankful for because I leaned on him right away.
"I just need the Advil, then I'll rest." I said walking to he counter with Liam's help. "Where the hell is it?" I asked annoyed. I wanted to get out of their without having to speak to Harry.
"I have it." Harry said standing up and walking towards me. I reached for it but he pulled it away from my reach.
"Give it to her, Harry." Niall said angrily from the other side of the room.
"Not unless I can talk to her for 15 minutes and explain myself, he said and then whispered, "Please, Bella?" I was so angry.
"Let's make me being sick be about you. It's always about Harry. I don't need someone like you! Stop getting inside my head, I have enough voices in my head! Give it to me!" I screamed at him pounding on his chest. I kept hitting him and screaming that I hated him and knocked the Advil out of his hands, letting them spill all over the ground. "Look what you did now, you big jerk!" I screamed hitting him. He grabbed my shoulders and I collapsed in his hold, falling to his ankles. I was so tired and weak I didn't bother getting up.
"Bella...." he said coming face level with me. I looked up and let a few tears trickle down my cheek. "I never meant to hurt you...Please just let me explain. I love you Bella." I looked at him and sat up. I didn't sit up because I was going to hug him or anything. I sat up and puked all over this shoes. I felt Liam scoop me up and carry me to the sink and he whispered to me,
"Nice shot, Bell!" I cried into the sink and continued throwing up and I could hear Harry taking his shoes off in the background and telling the rest of the boys in the room,
"5 minutes is all it will take. Let me talk to her for 5 minutes, when she's feeling better. Please, I'm going to fix everything."
5 minutes is not enough to fix a broken heart, but I might just give him the chance, after all I just ruined his shoes. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?
Notes
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10/28/13