Distract me
Chapter 33 The Tables Turned
*Niall's point of view*
As I reached down to the garage I remembered I had forgotten my keys in Harry's apartment.
-Dammit Niall can you even remember anything???
I though to myself as I headed again into the apartment, frustratingly pacing towards the elevator.
The door opened and I walked upstairs to get the keys. I snatched them into my hand, cursing myself for being such a forgetting idiot, and then I heard her murmuring something from the downstairs. I paced down, not being able to define where the voice had been coming from.
I found myself in the kitchen when I heard "Niall, is that you?" a bit louder this time and I figured she was in the bathroom. A piece of not eaten cookie got my attention, so I took one and went to tell her what the fuss had been all about.
But my eyes couldn't witness a greater horror, she was lying on the bloody floor with her hands half covered in blood.
-What the hell have you been doing?
My voice was too muffled even for me to hear it, but I was appalled to the hell and back.
The first thought that had come to my mind was obvious, but no, then I calmed the fook out of myself and thought clearly and rationally.
I attentively placed her limp body on the bed, and immediately took a bandage to wrap it around the wound. When I saw her hand a thought of what it could be straightaway enlighten my mind. The incident when she had got some bad injuries due to breaking the glass in the hospital room, flashed into my head. Oh great, the wounds must have opened and caused her to faint, since she couldn't bear seeing blood.
Now I remembered when that had happened a long time ago, and Harry freaked the shit out of him, I was laughing like a fool, of course.
Having wrapped the bandage around her hand, it was obvious that my skills weren't as good as the nurse's, but I gave my best to make her feel better. The blanket that was next to the bed, I gently put over her pale body and tucked her carefully in.
She seemed to be sleeping peacefully when I checked on her after a few minutes, I slightly closed the door and went back in the living room. My phone started ringing and I instantly reached out for it so the sound wouldn't wake her up.
-Hey.
I whispered as I stretched myself on the couch. It was, actually, Harry asking me why I hadn't arrived at the mansion yet. I explained to him what had happened, but he didn't want to hear, sounding a bit irritated.
-Okay, Harry, calm down, I'll do it eventually.
I hung up as I nervously started pacing around the room again, I couldn't stay on the same spot longer than a second. Thoughts were making such pressure in my head that it almost exploded. What I had done this morning was absurdly absurd simply because I was lying like a girl, and I felt so bad about it, I was such a bad person. How in the name of Lord I was going to tell her the actual, real truth, I had no guts for that. Why Harry had to remind me, it was his fault, whatsoever.
-Niall what are you doing here?
I yanked a bit, realizing that she had woken up, perhaps due to my conversation with Harry, I couldn't tell, but my expression surely revealed how bewildered I was.
-Why are you like that? Did something happen?
She whispered so lowly still so genuine, her eyes sparkling a little.
I took a deep breath, watching her approaching me, not uttering anything just yet.
-I, umm, I-I f-forgot the keys.
I stuttered unconsciously, not believing how evident I was.
-But, then I heard you, and when I got to you, you know..
I tried to explain.
She raised her harmed hand and smiled slightly, pointing at it. My head shifted forth and back, in confirmation, as I nervously checked the time on the clock in the room.
-But the exact time I saw the blood on my hand, I was sure I was going to faint.
She started chuckling a bit, but all I could do was to force a smile so she would not notice how the hell I was nervous.
-Did Harry call you maybe? I'd have a message for him, actually.
She sat on the couch as she spoke, and at that moment I decided I had to tell her everything, it was now or never.
-Listen, I have something to tell you.
I joined her on the couch, looking her straight into the eyes.
-I-um, I apologise for not telling you the truth from the start, but it's never too late. This morning I told you all the nice things Harry allegedly had told me to tell you, and I don't doubt they are true, I just reckon that Harry is a bit hurt at the moment, and he actually didn't tell me to tell you that.
I took a deep breath and bit on my lip as hard as I could, I couldn't believe I was actually going to break her heart. Her eyes filled with water, but she didn't let any single tear out. The sadness in her eyes was killing and tearing my heart up, but I had to do this.
-Okay, so what Harry really told me to tell you is that he didn't want to see you again, he offered his apartment for you to stay as long as you need to recover. This is sick, I swear to God.
My eyes were still peering at her, but she was calm, no tears, no panic, nothing.
-I guess if that's it, you can go.
Her voice cracking, but still understandable, you could hear the pain and sorrow in her tone.
-Just tell me you're gonna stay here until someone else comes.
But she started shaking her head, her lips trembling, she was on the edge of tearing apart, and I knew I had to go now.
No, I had to call Harry first, the fook he was playing, he should've told her by himself, why the fook I had accepted to tell her instead. What an imbecile I was, Jesus would I ever know better.
I ran into another room, dealing Harry while at the same time I was checking on her in the living room.
-Yo know what, I'm out, this is too much, she is dying from the inside and I can see it, you have no feelings mate, she just recovered from the coma. I don't know why I accepted to tell her this instead of you. Why don't you come and tell her again, everything by yourself?
A rock from my heart finally fell off, I could breathe now with less guilt than before. But Harry seemed to be out of words, he was silent for too long, when meanwhile I tried to get my thoughts in order.
-Harry mate?
I uttered.
Then he replied, telling me that he was still determined of his decision. I just hung up, I couldn't believe, something was messing with his mind and I had to find out what, it wasn't the same Harry I had known for all these years.
When I got back in the living room, she was lying on the couch, rolled in a ball, her eyes shut. How I was supposed to leave her like that, she was so innocent, and so pure, even though she wasn't, but we were all humans, we all made mistakes. Even me.
And some mistakes would stay uncovered, they happened when we were out of our minds, when we didn't think straight, when we didn't take into the account the consequences, or when we felt weak and in need for "love" and affection. Nothing happened without a particular reason.
Not wanting to disturb her, I left a note on the table together with my spare credit card in case she hadn't much money, and I left the apartment, praying that she'd be fine.
*Harry's girlfriend point of view*
I just waited for Niall to leave the apartment, so I could be alone with my grief. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to be weak anymore, I was sick of crying, I couldn't let everything affect me, it would destroy me.
I stood up from the couch and headed towards the mini bar with all kinds of expensive drinks Harry had collected in it. My eyes carefully scanned them as my hand reached for a raspberry wine.
I didn't waste my time I drank as fast and as much as I could. In my head was all funny and dizzy just after the second bottle, but I loved the idea that I didn't care about anything.
In the end, before I eventually decided to get the hell out of Harry's apartment, I took a sweetened rum. It contained the highest percent of alcohol and I knew it would kill me, plus I mixed at least 5 different drinks. I was going to be dead as soon as I left this flat. Nevertheless, I rose myself from the floor, tottering a little more than I was supposed to, but who cared, who gave a damn. The bottle with rum was going with me, in fact, I was carrying it but whatever.
Somehow, the God only knew how, I managed to get down in the parking garage, and the only thing I needed to find was the entering door. I could swear to God I wasn't able to see shit, my vision was so blurred and my head was spinning like a fair swing.
I was walking in zig-zag when I suddenly figured where the door could be, I walked in that direction, laughing to myself for no reason.
The sunlight beamed straight into my eyes, as I slammed the door open. The sound of people buzzing outside of the building filled my ears, and it hit me that they could be paps. At that moment I wished I had disappeared from the planet earth once and for all, but the crowd noticed me just when I tried to sneak out unnoticed. I hurried in my direction, as flashes started flashing behind me, people yelling something I was unable to understand, but I kept going. My legs were too tired, so I was constantly tripping and staggering only proving to them that I was dead drunk.
A few steps more and I barely fell, and I noticed that I was carrying the rum bottle all the time with me. I left it behind, not being aware of the possible consequences, and I continued walking towards the unknown.
-I can't believe what she did to herself. Why Harry didn't let her stay with us in the first place it would never happen. You think he still loves her?
Someone's voice was heard when I woke up, just to realize how bad my head was hurting, that when I opened my eyes I wanted to cry my ass out.
-Mum, is that you?
I barely spoke, as my sore throat made my voice sound more deep and hoarse.
-Yes, darling.
She replied.
-What's the time, and where's my phone?
I devastatingly questioned, getting up from the bed.
-Calm down, it's 6 p.m. and here's your phone. I'll bring you your medicine now.
She handed me my phone and I was met with a few messages.
From Niall: What are you doing, now Harry is mad, and I can't explain to you how much, he doesn't want to talk to anyone.
From Harry: Are you freaking insane, have you seen what the paps published in newspapers!?? Have you seen it?? How am I supposed to get rid of it now? My management is going to kill me. And I'm going on tour. Don't even dare to call me, because I know you will, and don't ever think about me, you embarrassed me so much, thank you for that, I guess I deserved all this after all. I tried, believe me, and I honestly wanted to talk to you in person, but I couldn't because I don't want to play with fire. What you did to me is unbearable, unforgivable, and unforgettable. I hope you enjoy your life, and even though I may never stop loving you, I'll be trying to forget you until the last day of my life.
From Zayn: Just message me if you want to see me.
I opened a new message box and typed "Okay, when and where?" to Zayn.
Message delivered.
As I reached down to the garage I remembered I had forgotten my keys in Harry's apartment.
-Dammit Niall can you even remember anything???
I though to myself as I headed again into the apartment, frustratingly pacing towards the elevator.
The door opened and I walked upstairs to get the keys. I snatched them into my hand, cursing myself for being such a forgetting idiot, and then I heard her murmuring something from the downstairs. I paced down, not being able to define where the voice had been coming from.
I found myself in the kitchen when I heard "Niall, is that you?" a bit louder this time and I figured she was in the bathroom. A piece of not eaten cookie got my attention, so I took one and went to tell her what the fuss had been all about.
But my eyes couldn't witness a greater horror, she was lying on the bloody floor with her hands half covered in blood.
-What the hell have you been doing?
My voice was too muffled even for me to hear it, but I was appalled to the hell and back.
The first thought that had come to my mind was obvious, but no, then I calmed the fook out of myself and thought clearly and rationally.
I attentively placed her limp body on the bed, and immediately took a bandage to wrap it around the wound. When I saw her hand a thought of what it could be straightaway enlighten my mind. The incident when she had got some bad injuries due to breaking the glass in the hospital room, flashed into my head. Oh great, the wounds must have opened and caused her to faint, since she couldn't bear seeing blood.
Now I remembered when that had happened a long time ago, and Harry freaked the shit out of him, I was laughing like a fool, of course.
Having wrapped the bandage around her hand, it was obvious that my skills weren't as good as the nurse's, but I gave my best to make her feel better. The blanket that was next to the bed, I gently put over her pale body and tucked her carefully in.
She seemed to be sleeping peacefully when I checked on her after a few minutes, I slightly closed the door and went back in the living room. My phone started ringing and I instantly reached out for it so the sound wouldn't wake her up.
-Hey.
I whispered as I stretched myself on the couch. It was, actually, Harry asking me why I hadn't arrived at the mansion yet. I explained to him what had happened, but he didn't want to hear, sounding a bit irritated.
-Okay, Harry, calm down, I'll do it eventually.
I hung up as I nervously started pacing around the room again, I couldn't stay on the same spot longer than a second. Thoughts were making such pressure in my head that it almost exploded. What I had done this morning was absurdly absurd simply because I was lying like a girl, and I felt so bad about it, I was such a bad person. How in the name of Lord I was going to tell her the actual, real truth, I had no guts for that. Why Harry had to remind me, it was his fault, whatsoever.
-Niall what are you doing here?
I yanked a bit, realizing that she had woken up, perhaps due to my conversation with Harry, I couldn't tell, but my expression surely revealed how bewildered I was.
-Why are you like that? Did something happen?
She whispered so lowly still so genuine, her eyes sparkling a little.
I took a deep breath, watching her approaching me, not uttering anything just yet.
-I, umm, I-I f-forgot the keys.
I stuttered unconsciously, not believing how evident I was.
-But, then I heard you, and when I got to you, you know..
I tried to explain.
She raised her harmed hand and smiled slightly, pointing at it. My head shifted forth and back, in confirmation, as I nervously checked the time on the clock in the room.
-But the exact time I saw the blood on my hand, I was sure I was going to faint.
She started chuckling a bit, but all I could do was to force a smile so she would not notice how the hell I was nervous.
-Did Harry call you maybe? I'd have a message for him, actually.
She sat on the couch as she spoke, and at that moment I decided I had to tell her everything, it was now or never.
-Listen, I have something to tell you.
I joined her on the couch, looking her straight into the eyes.
-I-um, I apologise for not telling you the truth from the start, but it's never too late. This morning I told you all the nice things Harry allegedly had told me to tell you, and I don't doubt they are true, I just reckon that Harry is a bit hurt at the moment, and he actually didn't tell me to tell you that.
I took a deep breath and bit on my lip as hard as I could, I couldn't believe I was actually going to break her heart. Her eyes filled with water, but she didn't let any single tear out. The sadness in her eyes was killing and tearing my heart up, but I had to do this.
-Okay, so what Harry really told me to tell you is that he didn't want to see you again, he offered his apartment for you to stay as long as you need to recover. This is sick, I swear to God.
My eyes were still peering at her, but she was calm, no tears, no panic, nothing.
-I guess if that's it, you can go.
Her voice cracking, but still understandable, you could hear the pain and sorrow in her tone.
-Just tell me you're gonna stay here until someone else comes.
But she started shaking her head, her lips trembling, she was on the edge of tearing apart, and I knew I had to go now.
No, I had to call Harry first, the fook he was playing, he should've told her by himself, why the fook I had accepted to tell her instead. What an imbecile I was, Jesus would I ever know better.
I ran into another room, dealing Harry while at the same time I was checking on her in the living room.
-Yo know what, I'm out, this is too much, she is dying from the inside and I can see it, you have no feelings mate, she just recovered from the coma. I don't know why I accepted to tell her this instead of you. Why don't you come and tell her again, everything by yourself?
A rock from my heart finally fell off, I could breathe now with less guilt than before. But Harry seemed to be out of words, he was silent for too long, when meanwhile I tried to get my thoughts in order.
-Harry mate?
I uttered.
Then he replied, telling me that he was still determined of his decision. I just hung up, I couldn't believe, something was messing with his mind and I had to find out what, it wasn't the same Harry I had known for all these years.
When I got back in the living room, she was lying on the couch, rolled in a ball, her eyes shut. How I was supposed to leave her like that, she was so innocent, and so pure, even though she wasn't, but we were all humans, we all made mistakes. Even me.
And some mistakes would stay uncovered, they happened when we were out of our minds, when we didn't think straight, when we didn't take into the account the consequences, or when we felt weak and in need for "love" and affection. Nothing happened without a particular reason.
Not wanting to disturb her, I left a note on the table together with my spare credit card in case she hadn't much money, and I left the apartment, praying that she'd be fine.
*Harry's girlfriend point of view*
I just waited for Niall to leave the apartment, so I could be alone with my grief. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to be weak anymore, I was sick of crying, I couldn't let everything affect me, it would destroy me.
I stood up from the couch and headed towards the mini bar with all kinds of expensive drinks Harry had collected in it. My eyes carefully scanned them as my hand reached for a raspberry wine.
I didn't waste my time I drank as fast and as much as I could. In my head was all funny and dizzy just after the second bottle, but I loved the idea that I didn't care about anything.
In the end, before I eventually decided to get the hell out of Harry's apartment, I took a sweetened rum. It contained the highest percent of alcohol and I knew it would kill me, plus I mixed at least 5 different drinks. I was going to be dead as soon as I left this flat. Nevertheless, I rose myself from the floor, tottering a little more than I was supposed to, but who cared, who gave a damn. The bottle with rum was going with me, in fact, I was carrying it but whatever.
Somehow, the God only knew how, I managed to get down in the parking garage, and the only thing I needed to find was the entering door. I could swear to God I wasn't able to see shit, my vision was so blurred and my head was spinning like a fair swing.
I was walking in zig-zag when I suddenly figured where the door could be, I walked in that direction, laughing to myself for no reason.
The sunlight beamed straight into my eyes, as I slammed the door open. The sound of people buzzing outside of the building filled my ears, and it hit me that they could be paps. At that moment I wished I had disappeared from the planet earth once and for all, but the crowd noticed me just when I tried to sneak out unnoticed. I hurried in my direction, as flashes started flashing behind me, people yelling something I was unable to understand, but I kept going. My legs were too tired, so I was constantly tripping and staggering only proving to them that I was dead drunk.
A few steps more and I barely fell, and I noticed that I was carrying the rum bottle all the time with me. I left it behind, not being aware of the possible consequences, and I continued walking towards the unknown.
-I can't believe what she did to herself. Why Harry didn't let her stay with us in the first place it would never happen. You think he still loves her?
Someone's voice was heard when I woke up, just to realize how bad my head was hurting, that when I opened my eyes I wanted to cry my ass out.
-Mum, is that you?
I barely spoke, as my sore throat made my voice sound more deep and hoarse.
-Yes, darling.
She replied.
-What's the time, and where's my phone?
I devastatingly questioned, getting up from the bed.
-Calm down, it's 6 p.m. and here's your phone. I'll bring you your medicine now.
She handed me my phone and I was met with a few messages.
From Niall: What are you doing, now Harry is mad, and I can't explain to you how much, he doesn't want to talk to anyone.
From Harry: Are you freaking insane, have you seen what the paps published in newspapers!?? Have you seen it?? How am I supposed to get rid of it now? My management is going to kill me. And I'm going on tour. Don't even dare to call me, because I know you will, and don't ever think about me, you embarrassed me so much, thank you for that, I guess I deserved all this after all. I tried, believe me, and I honestly wanted to talk to you in person, but I couldn't because I don't want to play with fire. What you did to me is unbearable, unforgivable, and unforgettable. I hope you enjoy your life, and even though I may never stop loving you, I'll be trying to forget you until the last day of my life.
From Zayn: Just message me if you want to see me.
I opened a new message box and typed "Okay, when and where?" to Zayn.
Message delivered.
Notes
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