My forever

Chapter ten

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was." I cry.

"No it-"

"Just go away." I tell my mom.

She pulls away from me and stands over me. I look away from her.

"I'm sorry." she says as she brushes my hair out of my face.

I sob into my hands as she rubs my back. The door opens and someone comes in. I don't even look up as whoever it is walks to my side and pulls me into their arms.

"I'm so sorry." Louis whispers.

"The doctor said it wasn't my fault. They said it wasn't my fault." I cry.

"I know Harry told me." he says.

I cry even harder. When we got the news Harry started crying, then got up and walked out of the room. I haven't seen him since and that was thirty minutes ago.

"He's taking it really hard." Louis says.

I don't say anything I just stay in his arms and cry.

"Do you want me to get him?" He asks.

"I'll go get him." my mom says. She sounds like she's been crying.

She walks out and Louis pushes me away to see my face. Tears run down his face as he wipes mine.

"I'll go so you two can talk okay? I'll be back later." he gets up off the bed and walks out.

There's some talking outside before Harry steps in. His eyes are bloodshot, his nose is red, and around his eyes is red.

I automatically start crying again and he rushes to my side. I wrap my arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder as he buries his face into my neck.

"I'm so sorry." I cry.

"It wasn't your fault." he says.

"I was the one carrying him!" I sob.

He doesn't say anything, he just crawls onto the bed and pulls me on top of him.

The devil is after me, and right now he's winning the war that's in my mind.