Chapter 18

Louis's POV

How could I have said that?! How could I say that to someone I love most? Harry's not suicidal, he can't be...he'd never kill himself, not the Harry I know...

I threw on a shirt that was laying on the edge of the bed, then raced out the door. I ran into the living room, frantically glancing around for Harry. I didn't see him, Niall was sitting on the couch watching tv, and eating leftover pizza. He didn't even seem to notice I entered the room, as he was too busy watching his cop show.

"NIALL, WHERE'S HARRY?!" I shouted, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and shaking him violently. He wrinkled his nose at me and made a face, he shoved me away, "in the bathroom, now get outta here, you're ruining my show." I released my hold on him, and ran over to the bathroom door, I pounded on it "HARRY?! ARE YOU IN THERE?!" I shouted, pressing my ear against the door.

"g-go a-away" he sobbed, he could barely speak he was so upset.

"No, open the door, I want to talk to you!" I demanded, rattling the doorknob.

"n-no" he sniffed, sobbing even more than ever.

I pulled at my hair in frustration, I kicked the door angrily, I need to speak to him, how can if he's going to be difficult?! I want to, need to, apologize, what I said was the worst possible thing anyone could say...and I said to Harry, my favorite person in whole world, the guy I love so dearly...I told him to kill himself...which is basically telling him I don't care if he lives or dies, I don't care about him. WHICH IS NOT TRUE, I'd die for him, I love him...

I decided I'd have to pick the lock, I didn't want to, because he's already upset with me, but things should be fine after I talk with him right? We'll hug, I'll say I'm sorry, and then it'll be over, he's probably just in there sitting on the floor and crying, he's done this before, he'll go and cry in the bathroom, which I think is adorable, I know I keep saying it, but he's adorable, that's the one word that describes him, look up the definition of adorable, I bet you 50 bucks Harry Styles will come up.

I ran back into our room, and grabbed a metal clothes hanger, I bent the hook on it, straitening it out. When I reached the door, I stuck the straitened pice of the hanger in the small hole on the doorknob, I pushed it around a little, then the lock cliched and I opened the door.

........

no Harry...no