Dancing With My Scars - On Hold
Chapter 29- Save Me
Sad - Maroon 5 (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point of View:
"You'd think he would tell me, you know?" I scream to Chris while he drives us back to his place.
"I know, I know. I would have told you, but it wasn't my place." He explains, and I roll my eyes.
"You didn't have to tell me! He should have, Zayn should have... anyone could have!" I sob, as the car pulls into a parking lot of the nicest apartments in town.
"You live here?" I ask, and he nods coming out of the car and opening my door. His muscular arm snakes around my waist and he aids me up to his apartment room.
When he opens the door my jaw literally drops, it looks like a normal friggen home. The walls are painted a sky blue and the table is set up so perfectly... everything about it is beautiful.
"This is a dream apartment... how do you um.. how do you.." I stutter, trying to ask how he pulls off living in a place like this.
"We both pay for it!" Louis' voice echoes from the long hallway to the left. I tense for a moment in Chris' embrace and he gives me a quick squeeze before releasing me gently.
I walk slowly towards the couch and sit myself down, trying extremely hard not to burst into tears. Harry is a liar and a sneak, but most importantly he is a part of the drug reign all over again.
"Did something happen?" Louis asks, sitting down across from me. I look up at Chris who is pouring me a glass of water, and I let out a large sigh.
"I... I just remembered what happened before my accident, with you, with Harry... with everything." I stifle a short sob and take sip of the water Chris was handing me.
"I'm sorry about everything that happened Bella, I really am." Louis sighs, standing up and walking towards the cabinet against the wall. He reaches inside and pulls out a small bottle of yellowish brown liquor... tequila most likely.
"Lou, that's not a good idea." Chris protests, and I release a small giggle.
"Actually, I think he has the right idea." I smile and so does Louis as he tosses me the bottle and sits back down in his place. I use my finger tips of my casted arm to unscrew the top of the bottle and take the bottle in my other hand to down a large gulp. As the strong taste burns through my throat and close my eyes tightly to let it sink in.
"Feel better?" Louis asks, and I nod, putting the bottle to my lips again.
"I should probably thank you for saving Chris and Harry from killing each other the other night..."
"And for stopping Harry from hurting you anymore than he did." Louis adds, and I nod.
"Yeah... so thanks for that." I sniffle, shaking my head. "I just can't believe that Harry is doing all that. At first I didn't believe it, but then I spoke to Liam and--"
"Liam would never lie to you, love." Louis whispers, and I nod in agreement.
"I know... if it weren't for Liam then maybe I would consider that he was set up but it's just," I pause and talk another large gulp, "it's just bullshit!" I groan, and the two of them laugh.
"I agree, complete bullshit. I'm glad we're being civil right now... ya know?" Louis asks, and I nod.
"I'm glad you changed." I smile, and so does he. The awkward silence is evident, and I decide I don't want this to be awkward. "Soooo is anyone going to get drunk with me?" I ask, and they both start grinning.
"Unlike you, I've been dancing all week so I'm not going to but I'm sure Louis will." Chris suggests, and I shift uncomfortably. How do i feel about drunk Louis? "But I'll stay in here and hang out with you guys." Chris adds, and I smile.
"Cool." I laugh, tossing them the bottle.
Let the games begin, because I'm ready to drown my sorrows.
Harry's Point of View:
"Please just let me inside! Mia is my daughter too!" I bang on Bella's apartment door. Of fucking course she told the babysitter not to let me in, and I'm the blasted idiot who had to add another lock to the door while Bella was at the hospital.
"I'm sorry Harry, she gave me specific instructions not to." The babysitter sighs from the other side of the door.
"Did she tell you where she was going?" I ask, and there is a silence on the other side of the door. "Did she?!"
"Harry, just leave her be!" The annoying babysitter's voice squeaks from the other side.
"If you don't tell me where she is I will break down this god damn door." I growl, slamming my fists at it. I can feel her jump on the other side, probably cowering like a fool.
"She told me she was going to a close friends house so whatever friend that wasn't at dinner tonight is probably who's house she went to!" She shouts, and I immediately sprint back downstairs to my car.
She's at Chris' house, I fucking know it. Where else would she go? Who else would she run to?
After about 20 minutes of busting Niall to send me his address over the phone, I finally got it and arrived around an hour after I left the restaurant. I stormed up the apartment stairs and without a second thought, I kicked in the door.
"What the fuck?" Chris' voice bounces off the giant apartment walls.
"Where is she?" I ask, hands balled in fists and my jaw clenched so hard it was hurting.
"How the fuck do you even know where I live?" Chris asks, but I get distracted by giggling coming from a different room, Bella's giggle. I stalk past Chris and make my way to the source of the laughter.
"Harry?" Bella's voice cracks, and I cringe at what she says next. "Can you please fucking leave? Louis and I are trying to have fun!" She pouts and Louis smirks at me.
They're sitting on a king sized bed playing cards. Playing fucking cards? She's mad at me for something I didn't even do, so she runs to Louis and Chris to drink and play cards?
"Bella, we're leaving now." I command, and she shakes her head. I take a few steps towards her and she scoots backward on the bed.
"I don't want to and you're not the boss of me!" She sighs, and I shake my head.
"Bella, I'm about to fucking explode on your friends, so you either leave with me right now or I will literally put their faces through the wall." I growl through gritted teeth. To be honest, I really mean what I'm saying. I will kill Louis and Chris if I have to, I just don't want Bella around them without another person.
"He changed..." She croaks out, tears in her eyes.
"I know, I know." I sigh, and her drunken self climbs off the bed and heads towards the door.
"Thanks for everything Louis." She sniffles, and he nods.
"I'm always here for you, love." He gives her a warm smile as I pull her closer towards me and head out the door without another word.
She's either to drunk to argue with me or she knew how serious I was when I threatened Chris and Louis... but the thing she did next really hurt me.
"I hate you so much." She let's out a small sob, climbing inside my car.
How can I prove that I'm innocent? I can't. The only thing I can prove to her is that I love her, and I'm not going anywhere... whether she likes it or not.
Bella's Point of View:
"You'd think he would tell me, you know?" I scream to Chris while he drives us back to his place.
"I know, I know. I would have told you, but it wasn't my place." He explains, and I roll my eyes.
"You didn't have to tell me! He should have, Zayn should have... anyone could have!" I sob, as the car pulls into a parking lot of the nicest apartments in town.
"You live here?" I ask, and he nods coming out of the car and opening my door. His muscular arm snakes around my waist and he aids me up to his apartment room.
When he opens the door my jaw literally drops, it looks like a normal friggen home. The walls are painted a sky blue and the table is set up so perfectly... everything about it is beautiful.
"This is a dream apartment... how do you um.. how do you.." I stutter, trying to ask how he pulls off living in a place like this.
"We both pay for it!" Louis' voice echoes from the long hallway to the left. I tense for a moment in Chris' embrace and he gives me a quick squeeze before releasing me gently.
I walk slowly towards the couch and sit myself down, trying extremely hard not to burst into tears. Harry is a liar and a sneak, but most importantly he is a part of the drug reign all over again.
"Did something happen?" Louis asks, sitting down across from me. I look up at Chris who is pouring me a glass of water, and I let out a large sigh.
"I... I just remembered what happened before my accident, with you, with Harry... with everything." I stifle a short sob and take sip of the water Chris was handing me.
"I'm sorry about everything that happened Bella, I really am." Louis sighs, standing up and walking towards the cabinet against the wall. He reaches inside and pulls out a small bottle of yellowish brown liquor... tequila most likely.
"Lou, that's not a good idea." Chris protests, and I release a small giggle.
"Actually, I think he has the right idea." I smile and so does Louis as he tosses me the bottle and sits back down in his place. I use my finger tips of my casted arm to unscrew the top of the bottle and take the bottle in my other hand to down a large gulp. As the strong taste burns through my throat and close my eyes tightly to let it sink in.
"Feel better?" Louis asks, and I nod, putting the bottle to my lips again.
"I should probably thank you for saving Chris and Harry from killing each other the other night..."
"And for stopping Harry from hurting you anymore than he did." Louis adds, and I nod.
"Yeah... so thanks for that." I sniffle, shaking my head. "I just can't believe that Harry is doing all that. At first I didn't believe it, but then I spoke to Liam and--"
"Liam would never lie to you, love." Louis whispers, and I nod in agreement.
"I know... if it weren't for Liam then maybe I would consider that he was set up but it's just," I pause and talk another large gulp, "it's just bullshit!" I groan, and the two of them laugh.
"I agree, complete bullshit. I'm glad we're being civil right now... ya know?" Louis asks, and I nod.
"I'm glad you changed." I smile, and so does he. The awkward silence is evident, and I decide I don't want this to be awkward. "Soooo is anyone going to get drunk with me?" I ask, and they both start grinning.
"Unlike you, I've been dancing all week so I'm not going to but I'm sure Louis will." Chris suggests, and I shift uncomfortably. How do i feel about drunk Louis? "But I'll stay in here and hang out with you guys." Chris adds, and I smile.
"Cool." I laugh, tossing them the bottle.
Let the games begin, because I'm ready to drown my sorrows.
Harry's Point of View:
"Please just let me inside! Mia is my daughter too!" I bang on Bella's apartment door. Of fucking course she told the babysitter not to let me in, and I'm the blasted idiot who had to add another lock to the door while Bella was at the hospital.
"I'm sorry Harry, she gave me specific instructions not to." The babysitter sighs from the other side of the door.
"Did she tell you where she was going?" I ask, and there is a silence on the other side of the door. "Did she?!"
"Harry, just leave her be!" The annoying babysitter's voice squeaks from the other side.
"If you don't tell me where she is I will break down this god damn door." I growl, slamming my fists at it. I can feel her jump on the other side, probably cowering like a fool.
"She told me she was going to a close friends house so whatever friend that wasn't at dinner tonight is probably who's house she went to!" She shouts, and I immediately sprint back downstairs to my car.
She's at Chris' house, I fucking know it. Where else would she go? Who else would she run to?
After about 20 minutes of busting Niall to send me his address over the phone, I finally got it and arrived around an hour after I left the restaurant. I stormed up the apartment stairs and without a second thought, I kicked in the door.
"What the fuck?" Chris' voice bounces off the giant apartment walls.
"Where is she?" I ask, hands balled in fists and my jaw clenched so hard it was hurting.
"How the fuck do you even know where I live?" Chris asks, but I get distracted by giggling coming from a different room, Bella's giggle. I stalk past Chris and make my way to the source of the laughter.
"Harry?" Bella's voice cracks, and I cringe at what she says next. "Can you please fucking leave? Louis and I are trying to have fun!" She pouts and Louis smirks at me.
They're sitting on a king sized bed playing cards. Playing fucking cards? She's mad at me for something I didn't even do, so she runs to Louis and Chris to drink and play cards?
"Bella, we're leaving now." I command, and she shakes her head. I take a few steps towards her and she scoots backward on the bed.
"I don't want to and you're not the boss of me!" She sighs, and I shake my head.
"Bella, I'm about to fucking explode on your friends, so you either leave with me right now or I will literally put their faces through the wall." I growl through gritted teeth. To be honest, I really mean what I'm saying. I will kill Louis and Chris if I have to, I just don't want Bella around them without another person.
"He changed..." She croaks out, tears in her eyes.
"I know, I know." I sigh, and her drunken self climbs off the bed and heads towards the door.
"Thanks for everything Louis." She sniffles, and he nods.
"I'm always here for you, love." He gives her a warm smile as I pull her closer towards me and head out the door without another word.
She's either to drunk to argue with me or she knew how serious I was when I threatened Chris and Louis... but the thing she did next really hurt me.
"I hate you so much." She let's out a small sob, climbing inside my car.
How can I prove that I'm innocent? I can't. The only thing I can prove to her is that I love her, and I'm not going anywhere... whether she likes it or not.
Notes
hello :) the song to listen to while reading is one of the best songs to listen to when I'm feeling sad so be sure to check it out, it's relatable.please comment your reactions to the chapter and vote if you haven't! :)
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Can you plz update? Hopefully Harry finds Bella.
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