Follow Your Heart

~What happens when you love someone too much, that at some point you have to let them go?~
Alexis is the type of girl who has had everything. Her future is laid out in front of her. One night she stumble across no one other than Harry Styles. Falling head over heels, both Harry and Alexis will have to overcome many obstacles to make their relationship work.
In the end though, it is all up to that four letter words that can make or break anything- Fate. Will fate be in favor of Alexis and Harry?


12. Struggling

The drive back to Harry’s flat only took twenty minutes. When we pulled up, I parked and got out to help Harry.

He looked absolutely horrible, and by the sounds of his grunt and moans of pain, he wasn’t feeling too well.

Opening his flat door and leading us inside, Harry mumble something in my ear. But with him mumbling it, I couldn’t make what he said out. “What was that Harry?”

All of his weight was on me, as I led him into his room. “I need to be alone.” He slurred.

I looked at him, confusion legible on my face. Hell, I just saved him from getting beaten to death, and took him to his place, and he was acting rudely to me?

"Alexis, I really want to be alone right now.” His voice was more prominent, signs alcohol not showing through his sternness.

“Okay.” I spoke in the smallest voice I had. Turning on my heel, I made my way out the door. Halfway down the hallway, I heard his bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was his problem…?


***Harry's P.O.V.***


The pain; Not physically, I could handle that, like I had so many times before; but the emotional pain.

Lexi was my everything, and when I saw her kissing that fucking dick I lost it. I couldn’t get that image out of my head. 

Nothing would relieve the image, not even smacking the shit out of my face. I repeated the notion again and again till my head was spinning, throbbing. Even the excessive amount of alcohol that I had consumed, just wasn't enough.

This night was supposed to be extraordinary, and instead it was a complete failure, just like my fucking life.

No wonder management sent me home; they didn’t want me screwing up again. Huh, that is what I’m best for. And now I had screwed things up with Alexis.

How could she?

Anger and hurt shot through my veins as I punched the wall next to me. I heard a crunch as my hand connected with the sheetrock. Almost instantly my hand began to bruise and swell; just fucking wonderful.

I had tried to numb all of the feelings back at the club, but that didn’t last long before Benny’s boys showed up.

I wish they would have killed me right then and there. It would have saved me so much more heart break.

Again the image of Lexi’s perfect plump lips connecting with that fuckers lips came into mind.

Jumping off the bed, I made my way to my bathroom.

I couldn’t stand anything else. I had to get the image out of my head.

Turning to the shower, I turned the water all the way to scolding. After starting the shower, I stumbled to the medicine cabinet. Opening it, I fumbled through the entire supply of bottles, searching for something to ease the pain.

Finally picking a bottle of sleeping medicine, I staggered into the shower. This would definitely release me from all this pain I had been feeling lately.

The label on the back read:

“Caution: Do not exceed 2 tablets. If exceeded, overdose and death may occur.”

I sighed, pouring a palm full of white oval pills into my hand. I knew exactly what I was doing, I had attempted this before, just not in this form.

Gathering water in my mouth from the shower spout, I leaned my head back, and poured the pills into my mouth, then swallowed.

I stood under the water for what seemed like forever, before the pills started their work. My vision blurred, as I felt my hold on the world start to slip from my grip.

And as I fell to the showers ground, I couldn’t help but think of what Lexi would find when she found me. My heart was in my throat, as my vision blackened.






***Alexis' P.O.V***


I had been pacing through the house, when I heard a gut wrenching boom. The sound had come from Harry’s room; that drunken bastard must’ve fallen.

My mind raced frantic, as I ran into his room. Steam from his bathroom fell from the crack of the door.

“Harry?” I called, knocking on the bathroom door. I waited a moment for Harry to answer, but the only answer I heard was the continuous fall of water droplets.

My mind wondered to what could have happened: A drunken Harry falling in the shower and knocking himself unconscious.

Frantically I pushed the door open, then rushed to the shower curtain. Half of me didn’t want to pull the curtain open, too scared of what I might find. But the bigger half pulled the curtain open.

I nearly fainted on the spot when I saw him lying in a pile on the shower’s floor.

“Harry!?” I cried, getting in the shower and shaking him. As I shook his shoulders, an orange prescription bottle fell from his right hand. Tears streamed down my face like a waterfall of the realization of what he had done.

 “No, no, no, no… Harry stay with me!” I screamed, slapping him in the face, trying to wake him.

All through high school, I had taken ‘Health and Medical’ classes. I remember quite frankly a lesson we had taken going over the procedures you would take during an overdose.

Acting quickly, I stood to turn the shower to cold, and then went back to straddling Harry.

Cursing under my breath, I shoved three fingers into his throat. It took me three tries before he vomited. Not caring if the vomit got on me, I did it again and again until nothing more came from his stomach. Seeing that he was still unconscious, I sprinted into his living room, and received my phone from the coffee table, then raced back to a still unconscious Harry.

I dialed the emergency services and explained what had happened. The woman on the phone informed me that an ambulance was minutes out.

I felt so helpless, looking at his weak and unmoving body. Not caring about anything in the world, I crawled into the tub, and lay atop of him. I could hear his all too frequent heartbeat, and feel his unnatural rise and fall of his chest. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me, not now and definitely not ever.


Okay... So after writing this I was not okay.. Like this chapter to me was soooo sad! 

How did you like Harry's P.O.V? I wasn't going to write one, but I felt like this was the best chapter to do so!

Harry has a little more than a few things that he is hiding! And hopefully there will be another Harry's P.O.V!

And please comment what you think of this story! I would LOVE feedback! I believe it helps me with my writing! >>>>>And I don't bite lol :P


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