Chapter 48

Harry's POV

I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, even while Louis was curled up next to me (is that allowed?) I just sat there, staring into the blackness surrounding me. All the lights had been turned off, I have to admit I was a little bit scared, only because I couldn't see anything so I wasn't sure if anyone would try to grab me or something like that.

I rolled over on my side and looked Louis, poor thing had a black eye, but he said he was fine. I can't believe that Edward guy...he just attacks us and gets away with it, he should be arrested, why haven't the police done anything? I'm sure it's all over the Internet and probably in the news or in newspapers, Edward is only making things worse for himself.

"Harry?"

Louis poked my nose, and smiled some. I stared at him blankly.

"Hazz, what's wrong?" He asked, leaning over, kissing my cheek. "you ok?" I nodded, struggling to sit up, my head was pounding and my back (well to me anyway) felt broken, if that's even thing.

"I want to go" I whispered, after Louis helped me sit and then to my to my feet, I could barely stand. Louis wrapped an arm around me, "ok, let's get your stuff and then we'll go"

"I don't have any stuff" I grumbled, my head down and eyes closed, I don't, I don't think I will cry, I just...I don't want to face people, the world....life...

Why is it life is supposed to be enjoyable, and then evil people come along and ruin everything...it's sad because now days most people would rather die than be themselves or be just slightly different....it's sad, is all I can say.

Louis came back in the room with my clothes, I hadn't even noticed he'd left...oops. He walked over to my bed, where I sitting, I didn't have enough strength to stand, I hate this...what if this guy starts beating me up all the time? He could kill me someday, not that I'd care (or anyone for that matter) he just scares me, he seems so dark and just plain mean, there's nothing good about him, he seems evil, I hate to say that about another person but I hate him.

Louis placed his hand on my shoulder and handed me my jeans and underwear. I was able to put on my underwear, but Louis had to help with my jeans. This time was worse though, because unlike when we were goofing off in the bedroom, I was still capable of dressing myself, now I did need his help. I couldn't stand very well, and couldn't see straight, I felt faint, but that's probably how most people feel when they've go a bump the size of a baseball on the back of their head, ok so maybe it's not that big, more like a golf ball or something.

Louis told me to try to stand and then support myself by laying against his chest, I tried the best I could, I put my legs in the jeans, one at a time, and Louis pulled them up for me.

"I guess I was wrong about never helping you put on skinny jeans again" Louis teased, after helping me to my bed. I simply nodded, my face showing no kind emotion what so ever.

"Hazz....you're worrying me" he said, biting his lip. He stood next to me and rubbed my back, I didn't flinch when he touched me, I just sat there staring.

~~a few hours later~~

We left that hell which they call the hospital, I hate doctors ok? They creep me out. Louis brought me back to the hotel, the boys weren't there, and I'm not sorry to say I'm happy that they're gone, I just want to be sad right now, hopefully I'll be better tomorrow....

Louis keeps trying to talk to me, I just shut him out, I don't care what he has to say, his sweet words can't replace this feeling I have, the feeling of wanting to die. That's what I want more than anything. You see, in life, you're allowed to be happy for a certain amount of time and then it's gone...

you can't buy happiness, when it's taken from you, it's gone. I don't wish to keep living, the only person keeping me alive is

Louis...