Just If You Dare.

Chapter 63

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"I didn't know you were coming" Harry said, as I sat on his couch.

Neither did I.

I can't do this.

Remember what he did to you. Remember how he made you lose the only person you love. For god knows what reason.

"Are you okay?" He asked, snatching me out of my spacing.

"I'm alright"

He didn't seem too well either. He wore a white shirt with cotton black pants. His hair was a mess and the green of his eyes seemed lost.

He had darkness around his eyes, and a puffy pink nose.

"Why was your father yelling?" I asked.

"He was asking about the liquor missing"

"That I suppose you did- oh here it is" I said, as he pulled out a vodka bottle from under his bed, half smirking.

"At least I don't drive drunk. I just drink" he said and took a long sip from the bottle.

"Eh" he said, grimacing at the soar and bitter taste of vodka.

He handed me the bottle to take my turn.

Kill him.

I stretched my hands and took it from him, I gulped a long sip too.

I grimaced harder.

"I know right" Harry smiled at my expression.

"Do you have something we can mix with this?" I asked.

He needs to die, remember?

Just do it fast. And leave before he- .

I couldn't even say the word. I was going to kill my best friend.

My best friend.

But he did what's worse to me. He burned my heart. He took my Carrie. He didn't even care about me.

He deserves to die.

You can't say otherwise.

"Yeah downstairs" he replied, after taking a sip from the Bottle.

"Okay? Aren't you going?" I asked.

He was spaced out apparently, as he didn't hear me.

"Harry!" I waved my hand in front of his face.

He snapped his head to my direction with tearing eyes. He was crying.

"I bet you know Eleanor is dead" he whispered.

"I do" Niall flinched at the mention of her name.

I watched as his shoulders shook lightly. I knew he was trying to keep a straight face, Yet I knew it's hard.

I wanted to comfort him, but the image of the texts that I read from him on Eleanor's phone, kept repeating in my mind.

His betrayal.

His mischievous ways of tearing between me and the only person I ever loved.

And why? The question repeated in my mind, I was too scared to blurt it out.