Chapter 11

Harry's POV

I wish they would've told me where they went, I don't like being left alone...I know it seems like I do, but I don't, really...

I sighed and flopped on the couch, I pulled my sleeve up and I ran my fingers over the cuts, and many scars, scattering my arm. I don't understand how something that's suppose to be so horrible, can make you feel so good...I know I shouldn't do it, but its so addicting, once you start you can't stop....

As I was sitting there inspecting my arm, I could hear someone coming up the stairs. Suddenly they opened the door. I quickly pulled my sleeve down and turned on the tv.

"Hey!" Niall screamed, cheerfully while slamming the door.

"Hey.." I answered, flashing a small smile.

"Where have you guys been anyway? Don't we have a photo shoot later this afternoon?" I asked, glancing at Niall who was soaking wet, and getting water all over the kitchen floor, as he dug around in the fridge.

"We've been outside in the pool, it's great! And I think the photo shoot was cancelled, we have a concert coming up, so we'll do the photo-shoot next month."

"Oh.." Was I all managed.

"Want to come swimming with us? It'll be fun, we haven't got to hang out with you as much, you're always hiding in your room" Niall laughed, grabbing a bag of chips.

Ok first of all, I don't really want to hang out with them..Niall doesn't understand..I don't think he's noticed how I've quit speaking to Louis, and barley talk to Liam or Zayn.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese"

"Alright alright.."

"Yes!"

"But um, I think I'll just watch...I'm uh not feeling very well"

"oh...are you sick or something"

"It's nothing...let's go"

I followed Niall out the door then down the stairs. We walked out into the pool era, Niall left me standing there, and raced off toward the pool and jumped in.

I sighed and sat on the ground, normally I would've loved to go swimming...but not now...

I saw Louis talking to Niall, then he got out of the pool and appeared to be coming over to me...I'm really not in the mood to talk to him or anyone..

"Why don't you want to swim with us?" Louis pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. Ugh why is he so adorable?

"I...I'm just not in the mood"

"But I thought you liked swimming?"

"Well maybe I don't anymore"

"Oh c'mon"

Louis put his hands on his hips and stuck his lip out again. Ok is he doing this on purpose?

"I want you to swim with me..."

I still don't understand why he's talking to me... I don't get it, all of the sudden he's being nice to me, and when he's angry with one of us he usually doesn't get over it very quickly. Could he like me?

"Why do you care if I swim with you?" I said, narrowing my eyebrows.

"Because" he smirked, he started grabbing at the sleeve of my shirt attempting to pull it off.

"What the hell are you doing?! "I yelled, yanking my arm out of his reach.

"You're going to come swim with me" Louis snickered, grabbing me again.

I don't see how tearing my shirt of is going to make me want to swim with him, I don't understand him at times.

"Let me go" I whined, after he wrapped his arms around me.

"Nope, say you'll swim with me and I'll let you go" Louis, smirked.

"I SAID NO." I shouted, pushing him back and glaring at him.

"ok ok...what's your problem? I was just messing with you, why are you so touchy all of the sudden?"

"What if I don't like having my shirt pulled off?!" I yelled, pulling at my sleeves and putting my arms behind my back.

"Harry we've seen you naked, what's wrong with taking off your shirt? Why do you keep-"

"I don't find this funny, touch me again and I'll hit you" I growled, I grabbed my shoes that I'd taken off, and went back inside, and ran up the stairs,when I reached the door of our room I yanked it open and stomped inside.

Sorry it's not the best chapter, I wasn't "allowed" to be on my iPod before supper, so I tried to finish it up as quickly as I could.