I was running.
I always knew that everything went wrong when I was around.
I didn't care where I was going, I just need to leave.
I'm so sick and tired of the way things have been going on in my life.
Tears continued to flow down my cheeks, the cold weather seeped through my clothes and send shivers on my skin.
I took in my surroundings and realised I was in the woods, but it didn't stop me from trying to run from the pain and torture of the dark world that deceived us with bright colours and lights.
Trees whooshed around me as my legs took me farther, and farther into the darkness.
Deceiving white flakes fell around me, sticking to my skin as if saying there was no escape from the beast inside of us.
I felt my foot get caught in a branch and I fell into the cold white snow.
I didn't get up. I couldn't. The only sounds in the dark forest filled with trees that hovered over me was my uncontrollable sobs.
Eleanor's shouts for me to come back were long gone.
And so was my mind.
"Open the door Harry!" I pounded on his bedroom door as Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Shannon and Eleanor looked at the door and I worriedly,
"Cart-" I quickly shoved my body against the door, trying to break my way into his room.
About to do it again, Louis pulled me back.
"He needs time," he whispered quietly. "You have no idea how long he's kept that to himself. And then to have that come out so fast and suddenly.... He's terrified half to death."
"Why didn't he tell me earlier?" My voice cracked.
"Harry's never been a strong person. Whenever he disappoints someone, he always think that it's because he's not strong enough, or something like that. That's how he thinks. He's so afraid of rejection, he can't bear the fact of what could possibly happen now that you know."
I slid to the floor and covered my face from everyone.
God-- could this situation be any worse?
But it all made sense now.
The worry, the possessiveness, the jealousy, the protectiveness, the care.
How the fuck did I not notice ahead of time?
I'm such a fucking idiot.
But I couldn't help but notice--
I was hopelessly falling in love with him more, and more.