Harry’s POV:
I woke up in a room on a couch and I cant remember how I got here. All I know is that my head is pounding. Was I kidnapped or something? Of course not, that was a stupid idea. I heard someone coming. It sounded like they were coming down stairs beating a drum.
“Harry?” I knew that voice anywhere. It was Gabby.
“Gabby?” I held my head as I talked, but that didn’t make it feel any better.
“Hold on.” And just like that she was gone again.
I laid back down on the couch and closed my eyes as tightly as I could. This had to be some sort of sick nightmare.
“Harry.” Gabby kneeled next to the couch holding two painkillers and a glass of water.
I took them from her hands and swallowed the pills followed by the water. “What am I doing here? What the hell happened? What time is it?”
She continued to kneel next to me. “You got really drunk at Jack’s and they called me to come pick you up. Then I got there and you were lying in a booth. I took you here so I know you would be okay.”
“Did anything happen?” Gabby looked like she wanted to tell me something, but it didn’t seem like she was going to tell me anytime soon.
“You really don’t remember anything?”
I shook my head, “Ow, bad idea. No, I really don’t.”
“Harry…”
“This isn’t one of my stupid jokes. Did something happen or not?”
She looked down at her hands, “I said I loved you.”
I could barely hear her, “What?”
“I said I love you.”
Some parts were coming back, but they were awfully fuzzy. I remember shouting that I was a grenade then all of the sudden I was in her car. That was about how in depth I got. “Did you mean it or was it a trap to get me into the car?”
“You think I would tell you that I loved you as a trap?”
Wrong choice of words, “What time is it? Where are your parents?”
“It’s ten in the morning and they’re at work. I said that I wanted to just take a day off since I had a panic attack or whatever that was. I also covered for you. I knew there was no way in hell you were going to school today.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“Harry I know-“
“Let me finish. Please. You got to talk yesterday.”
She nodded her head, giving me the go ahead to talk.
“I never wanted to hurt you, emotionally or physically.”
“You never hurt me physically.”
I gave her a look.
“Sorry.” She apologized. Signaling me to continue.
“I just wanted to make you safe, and I thought the only way to do that was to get rid of Quinton. And I guess there are other ways I could make you feel safe. I just don’t know what I’m good for. I always protect people, it’s like my job. I know you look at me like I’m some project and that you need to fix me, but you don’t. Just like I don’t need to always protect you.”
There was a pause, “Are you done?” She asked.
I nodded my head.
“I never looked at you like a project.”
“That’s a damn lie and you know it.”
She threw her hands up in defeat and got off the floor, “Alright maybe I did. But, I never tried to control you!”
“I never tried to control you either!”
“Now look who’s lying.” She crossed her arms.
I held my head, hearing her yell at me wasn’t helping my headache, “I just don’t know what else to do! I felt like…” No I can’t say that.
“You felt like what?” She asked sternly.
“I felt like I could lose you to Josh.” It sounded even dumber out loud.
She sighed, “Are you fucking kidding me? This again?”
“This was never a topic of discussion before.”
She rolled her eyes, “Josh means nothing to me, goddamn it Harry! He’s your half fucking brother!”
“Not even close and you know it.”
She shook her head, “Do you really feel that insecure when it comes to him?”
“I do not feel insecure.”
“So if I were to hang out with him and do homework you wouldn’t get mad?”
“Why the fuck would you do that!” I screamed.
“Don’t yell at me Harry! You’re the one being an idiot about this.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t keep having this same fight. I am the one who causes all of this.
“You have nothing to say now?” She pushed me again.
“I can’t keep fighting about the same thing. We aren’t good for each other. Can’t you see that?”
She sat down on a chair near the couch. “I know we aren’t, but I’m not willing to give up on this.”
I held my head in my hands, “I can’t be with you…we go from talking about how I want to kill your exboyfriend to how I love you. That can’t be healthy.”
“So you’re willing to walk away from this?” She sounded confused.
“I’m not walking away, I’m letting you go.”
“You want me to walk away?”
“God, Gabby! Just tell me to leave!”
“I don’t want you to leave!” The tears started coming down her face.
I nodded my head, “I know where the door is.”
I got up from the couch and stumbled to the door. I pulled out my phone as I shut the door behind me, leaving Gabby sitting in the living room calling out my name.
“Niall?” I asked as he picked up his phone.
“Harry, where the fuck have you been. We have been calling you all night. Louis and Liam are out looking for you right now!”
“Sorry, dude, look, I’m at Gabby’s-“
“Ah, dude, nice job.” I could hear Niall laughing at his own dirty joke.
“Shut the fuck up. It isn’t like that. I need you to pick me up. I will be three blocks away from Gabby’s house.”
“Getting out before she wakes up?” I could hear him chuckle again.
“Just fucking get here.”
“Fine fine.” He said before he hung up the phone.
I took one look before walking away from Gabby’s house. I knew it was going to be the last time I ever saw her and her house.
Gabby’s POV:
I laid on the couch where Harry was. I let him go. I could have stopped him, but the truth was I didn’t know if I wanted to stop him.
“Hello?” I answered my phone.
“Gabs?”
“Q?”
“Uh…yeah.” Quinton’s voice on the other side was shaky.
“Is something wrong?”
All I could hear was two bangs, two bullets leaving he barrel of a gun. Then the line went dead.

Notes

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