Bittersweet

12

"Help, HELP! RAPE!" I scream as Emma drags me to her layer. Or probably a room, but still, she's dragging me and I didn't think one can be pretty, smart, and strong. Lucky bitch.

"Esme, you're doing this and I don't care what you say. Everyone thinks it will be good for you."

"Did you speak to Zayn? He's my lawyer in this, I must speak with him!" I cry out. "I did actually and he's all for it." She says and I know she's smiling.

She always is.

"Now get in and you'll be let out in two hours!" She tells me when releasing her hefty grip. "There's food in there too."

I groan loudly and bang my fists against the door before turning to face the two boys I truly have no emotion towards at this point.

"This is illegal." I say, taking a seat on the couch. "I'm gonna die in here, I know it."

"Oh come on, I think we just should talk it out so we can leave." Niall sighs in his spot. "What's there to talk about? We obviously aren't friends anymore and Esme and I are fine." Harry grunts.

The room gets quiet and no one's looking at each other.

"Why aren't you guys friends?" I ask in the smallest voice. I get no response and it starts to piss me off. "It has to do with me, doesn't it?"

"No it has to do with the décor of my old room." Niall rolls his eyes after speaking with sarcasm. "Fuck you! You have know damn right to hate me, but that's not the point right now. I need to know what the hell happened!" I shout, loud enough to make them both wince.

"Tell her." Harry mumbles, still lying on the bed, facing the wall.

"Why can't you?" Niall asks harshly.

"Because I wasn't the one trying to ruin her valuables in her bedroom when she left." He shot back quickly. My heart began to pick up when he said that because I remember Fin telling me why my year book had caught on fire.

"At least I didn't call her a weak bitch!" Niall yells.

"Yeah? Well at least I didn't get high and leave voicemails on her phone calling her a slut and useless trash!" Harry yells back, sitting up on the bed.

Is that why Matt said to switch my phone...?

"Wait, you got what." I whisper, actually praying he didn't hear. But he did and his features softened when he looks over at me.

"I-I wasn't thinking. I had just gotten back from seeing you in Australia and I--"

"He was high every damn day after that. That's why we got into an argument, and that's why I said I didn't want to be friends with someone who was wasting there life away for a girl. Of course he got mad and tried to punch me, but I left right after." Harry speaks in a much calmer tone after cutting Niall off. "He knew how I felt about drugs yet he still continued. He knew that I lost my best friend because of that, and yet he still did it."

My heart pained when Harry's eyes began to redden with each word. It was true, his best friend Joseph got mixed in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting lung cancer because of it. He had only recently told me over Skype and said he'd only told his soccer teammates back in high school, only because he had to skip some games because of it.

It got quiet again and I couldn't take it. It's only been fifteen minutes and it's already too much for me.

"I'm sorry Harry...you should know when I heard you left, I stopped right after. I was going through so much then, I didn't know what else to do." Niall finally says.