Harry’s POV:
When I took a step closer I could hear her breathing get heavier. I knew it was driving her insane. I wasn’t as drunk as I seemed, but I wanted her to stay with me, and not with Liam. When I said I had been stabbed before she gasped and went pale.
“Don’t look so surprised, Gabriella.”
She shook her head, “Why? You have been stabbed before!”
“I’m sure Quinton has been stabbed, and he just didn’t tell you.”
She brought her hand to run her fingers over one of the scars on my stomach.
“Does that hurt?” She asked quietly.
I shook my head, “No.”
She ran her fingers over a scar on my side, “What about this one?”
I shook my head again, “No. None of them do.”
She took her hand off me and brought it back down to her side. “You should sleep, or something.”
She started to walk to the door, “Please don’t go, Gabby.”
She turned her head, “You called me Gabby…”
“We’re friends, right?”
She smiled, “But Liam is waiting…”
“He can keep waiting.”

Gabby’s POV:
I racked my brain for a reason to leave, and only one thing stood out. He slept with someone else last night. I shook my head, trying to forget that. I walked out the door and shut it behind me.
“Liam?” I walked into the kitchen and found Liam and Niall sitting in the kitchen.
“Where’s Izzy?” I questioned.
“She went home, I gave her the car.”
“Oh…does she know I’m here?”
Niall spoke up, “She said she was going to go home and try to sleep more, she said she will call you later.”
I nodded my head, “I think I need to stay with Harry and make sure he’s okay…” I looked down at the ground. I didn’t want to see Liam’s disappointed face.
Niall spoke again, “Great! Come on Liam, let’s go get something to eat I am so hungry.”
“Yeah okay.” I heard Liam quietly reply.
I saw them walk out the door together. I walked back into Harry’s room. He was sitting at the end of the red with his head in his hands, tugging at the roots of his hair.
“Harry?” I called quietly.
“Leave, Gabby. Go be with Liam.”
I walked in the room and closed the door behind me. It was dark because the shades in his room were closed. “I’m not going with Liam.”
“Why?” His head was still in his hands.
“I wanted to be with you.”
He looked up slowly and I could see his eyes were red and his cheeks were wet. I walked over to him and kneeled down on the ground.
“Harry, are you okay?”
“You hate me. I wish you didn’t.”
I shook my head, “I do not hate you.”
“Yes you do. You think I actually slept with that girl.”
“Harry, when I walked in, she had her pants off, and so did you.”
He got off the bed and stormed to the other side of the room. He clasped his hands on the top of his head, “I didn’t sleep with her! I dont know why you think I want anyone other than you! I never said I wanted to be with other girls!”
I guess I got my answer from earlier.