I find myself back in my dorm room, layers upon layers of blankets laid across me and a wet towel drapped over my forhead.I don't know how many times I've woken up in the night only to fall back to sleep with the constant throbbing at my skull. I still can't process anything else around me, not even the pattern inscribbed on the sheets but the fabric is scratchy against my forarm. I've never felt like this before and I find myself searching for Zayn.
"Zayn!' I scream but it's barley audiable."Zayn!" I scream again, getting to my feet. Footsteps make their way through the small dorm back into the main room and I find a pale Harry standing in the threshold with a cup in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" He looks down at his feet and back up to me hand the cup over.
"I brought you coffee. I didn't know if I should have brought water or coffee but I read online that coffee's better with this sort of thing." What sort of thing? Why does he look so pale? I take his offer and sit the cup down on the table.
"She went to make up for the exam she missed last week." I nod and watch him as he moves closer to me, sitting down on the edge of the bed and cupping my face in his hands.
"Are you okay? Do you feel weird?" I want to push away from him but something's happened and I don't know what.
"I'm fine Harry. Was Zayn here?" I ask, and his skin grows cold as he pulls away.
"No, you left the party with him and he took you home."
"If he brought me here why are you here?"
Well he brought you to his house." I nod and wait for him to go on but he stays quiet and I can't ignore the pounding on my bladder that has been unoticed. I get up from the mattress throwing the blankets aside. The black drops down and stops at me kness. I play with the fabris, not moving just fisting it in my hand. It's someone's shirt. It smells...is this Harry's shirt. I look up locking my eyes on his but he looks away.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom." I say and make my way to the bathroom. I slam the door behind me and try to breath as I fumble to find that godamned light switch. Why am I wearing his shirt? Could he not find my pajama's in the countless drawers. I want to pull it off and find one of mine but I decide agianst it. I finally find the light and flick it on, the mirror is splintered and shards of glass remain on the floor along with specks of blood and sitting in the sink is a navy blue T-shirt and more glass and blood.
What happened in here. Another punch from my bladder sends me hurtling towards the toilet and I relax. More blood. around the toilet covering the side of the sink and along the rim of the shower and then I see it, right above my leg, smears on my thigh, I think I have my period and then I finally see it. Right down my thigh. A cut that has completely turned my underwear red and my legs blue and purple with bruises. I quickly pulll them up and the shirt down exiting the bathroom .
"What happened in there, Harry." His head turns to look at me as if he has no idea what I'm talking about.
"I got mad."
"So you break my mirror. Harry, let me see your hands."
"Harry, let me see your hands!" I demand, everything is still so fuzzy and I don't want to have to deal with his stubborn ass on top of everything else. He extends his hand out to me and groans as I flip them over to look at his knuckles. They are purple and swollen to the point where they are ripping at the seems with peices of glass still lodged into them.
"Harry, you need a doctor." I say looking at the dried up blood caked into his finger nails. There was too much blood in the bathroom for him to still be able to be concious.
"I'm not going to a fucking doctor. You need to lay down and get some rest." I pull away from his arm, trying top drag me to bed and exam his hadn further.
"Harry!" He rolls his eyes and turns his head from me.
"You really should lay down. You need to sleep, it's not out of your system yet. Okay?" I stop poking at his swollen skin and look up at him.
"You should've listented to me." He says with a nasty tone feuling his words. "It's my fault what happened. I should've told you about him I tried but fuck, Norie. You're so stubborn."
"I tried. The day of the Lou's party I told you not to get involved with anyone I knew. I fucking warned you."
"Harry-what are you talking about?" He moves his lips to speak but stops, starring into my eyes. I see the dried blood on his face now. I want to wipe away but I stay still and wait for the news to knock me down.
"Alex ruffied you." I throw my head back and fall back onto my but, placing my head in my hands.
"What?" He can't look at me, I know what's going in that confused head of his.
"What?" I peer up at him, bitting on the dry skin on his lips.
"Zayn wouldn't do that to me. He just wouldn't."
"Norie believe me." Part of me believe him ,the anxious less itelligant half. The half that still hold onto the hope of Harry being a good guy. The small half. I shake myhead visiously. "You're pyscho!" I scream, earning a massive head rush.
"Norie, it's true! Ask, Emma. Ask Louis." Louis? What does Louis have to do with this. "Believe me."
"Harry you should go." I say. He pulls himself from the chair but stops.
"Ask him about the scar on your thigh. I dare you." My skin grows cold as he exits the dorm and everything goes cold.