Left Behind *Harry Styles Love Story*

I walked into the court room tugging on my outfit. What can I say I'm nervous, my mum just died and now I'm in court to see if I'm gonna have to stay with my brother. I hate my brother he can go get hit by a bus for all I care. Harsh? Nah its just how I feel. Hes a fucking douche! Just Saying. You people may love him, but Louis Tomlinson isn't what he seems like.


21. Chapter 18.

"She bareley made it. She's lucky she got rushed to the hospital, when she did. Please, don't disturb her, meaning don't move her around-which you shouldn't do anyway. She's in a very fragile state."




What else is new?

"When will she wake up?"

"We're not sure."

-Louis' P.O.V.-

"We're not sure." Not sure? What do they mean 'We're not sure'? This is bullshit!

"What do you mean you're not sure?! You're the doctor here!" I screamed at the doctor-whose name I didn't bother catching. 

"Sir, please don't raise your voice at me. We're doing the best we can."

"No! You're not doing the best you can! Can't you see her! Why can't you do better, you insignificant bi--" My mouth was clpamed up. The rest of my words just came out a muffled sound. The doctor left, then fumed.

I guess she's not used to people screaming at her. It's not my fault she's not doing her job properly.

Whilst, here, I am seeing my baby sister's almost lifeless body.

"What the hell Lou?! You can't talk to the doctor like that!" Zayn scolded at me. I ignored him, making my way to the side of Brianna's bed. "I know, you want her back-- we all do! They're doing what they can." 

'Well, it isn't enough! Don't you see!" I snapped back. I looked over at Harry who hadn't spoken a word. "You! What did you do to her, that made her run off like that?" His eyes darkened, standing up ready to run off. I pulled him back, stopping him. "What did you do to her?!" I demanded one more time.

"Nothing. I- I--" Then he was off. 

A sob escaped my mouth. This couldn't be happening. I needed to watch out for her. I promised myself I would take better care of her, I failed myself.

I failed her.

-Harry's P.O.V.-

I couldn't bear seeing Brianna like that, knowing it was my fault. had driven her away. told her to leave. I let her leave. caused this. 

All of it.

No. No. No.

I can't blame this all of myself. She made me do it. She lied to me. She let me believe she had stopped. It was her.

Here, I am. Sitting at a pub, ready to drink my problems away. This was my solution. 

If she lied to me about her stopping, what else had she lied about? She could've easliy lied to me about anything. It was so easy for her, and so easy for me to believe her. I was dazed by how much I thought I loved her. She used it against me.

Maybe she's lied about everything.

Lied to me that she actually liked me back, when I was a fool loving her. She was just using me? For what?

I don't know. I can't think straight right now.

"Harry!" Came a high pitched voice, screeching in my ears. I cringed. What now?

"Oh my god Harry! I can't believe you're here, what a coincidence, huh?" Oh, god.

The girl from the restuarant.

Eh, I've had a bad case of writers block, as you can tell by the look of this chapter, and my lack of updating.


I literally wrote this five times! I have a stupid computer, that doesn't like me...


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