Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 47

Let Me Be Myself -3 Doors Down

I See Fire -Ed Sheeran

No Place Like Home -Marianas Trench

Louis' POV

Im sat here on the floor, traumatized. I just can't get these negative possibilities out of my head of what could've happened if I hadn't of gotten here in time. I continue to cry into my hands as each horrid thought pops into my mind, one after the other. Just thinking about Georgia possibly killing herself or even hurting herself purposely to this extreme kills me. Guilt plays me and plummets in a down spiral which covers me as a whole, I just wish I hadn't been so hard on her. It never really hit me what was happening until it was about to happen, I don't even know if I could live with myself if I came here and she wasn't living.

I sit with my back against the wall and my head in my knees, crying. I'm usually such a positive, optimistic person but I can't help it. I am the whole reason this started because I never learned how to put my guard down for even a second. I was just so cruel towards Georgia and I never let her speak a word because I was so sure they were all to poison Harry.

And now we're here.

I feel somewhat relieved but the feeling of being tired and broken overwhelms me, all I can seem to do is cry. The burning pit behind my eyes travels to my stomach as I try swallow the frequent lump in my throat.

"What the hell is going on here!" I hear someone yell loudly, echoing through the house. I can only assume its Georgia's father.

"Who is in my house! I will call the police!" He yelled again. I realized it would only make matters worse if he called the police and they found us up here, especially because of the media attention Harry and Georgia's relationship has gotten.

"Up here." I said loudly, trying not to yell because I didn't want to disturb Harry and Georgia as they fixed what was broken. I heard the loud footsteps stop outside the door and I couldn't help but fear what could happen next.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" The man with visible stress bags asked me. His tone was furious and he clenched his fists, demanding an answer.

"I-I.." I stuttered, speechless on what to tell him.

"That's it. I'm calling the cops." He said and was about to turn around before I stopped him.

"No!" I popped from my position and was now on my knees, begging for him to pause his actions.

"And why shouldn't I?" He looked at me disgracefully as I sat on his floor. I could almost hear the thoughts in his head of the hatred he feels towards me at this moment, he sees me as an intruder.

"Georgia's in there." I whispered, thinking his eyes would soften at the mention of his daughters name, but the fire in them grew higher.

"Georgia? I thought I told her she wasn't welcome here anymore." He talked more to himself than me, the emphasized anger laced his voice. I felt the pain hit me once more as so much of Georgia's upside down turned life has been uncovered to me in such a short period of time. Even her father's against her, it must be so hard.

"Sh-She was about to-" I tried to tell him she was going to commit suicide but he blocked me out, shoving his hands to push open Georgia's door.

Georgia's POV

For once in my life I actually feel at peace with myself, I feel like I'm slowly being put back together every second I'm with Harry. He is the missing jigsaw piece I need to complete the puzzle, and now that it is finished we can both start to frame it and place it on the wall, together. Sure, there's so much that still needs to be explained, and so many people are going to judge us as a couple, but just as long as I'm with Harry once again.