More Than Words

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Violet’s POV:
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I couldn’t believe how much I felt blessed by having Harry here with me now; I couldn’t ignore my poor best friend that was devastated to see me crying as she started to do the same as well. Harry sang beautifully as if he knew what would make me calm down. I swear this guy is such the brother I always dreamed of having. I stepped out off my bed and went to change calmly as I was still deep down bleeding heart. I showered my body to eliminate the toxins from Eric’s dirty hands and the tear stains from Zayn’s poisonous words. I slipped into my Pjs and socks as I heard Niall’s voice yell in shock from the outside. “What happened to him?!” He screamed as I heard a stumble of numerous numbers of footsteps that emphasized the arrival of the rest. I looked at the mirror at myself and I thought clearly weather to go out and see what was wrong or stick inside. I cleared my mind as I took a quick inhale and exhale, and I finally opened the door only to be frozen in my place.




“Vie open the door quick!” Jake, Louis, and Liam were carrying Zayn, and they quickly yelled for me to open my door as I did directly. “Oh God!! I think he needs to sleep.” Jake wiped his sweat from his forehead as Liam and Louis took their breaths from the heavy load. “He’s going to sleep here?” I asked so quietly and I looked at Zayn stretched over my bed; twirling left and right unconscious and laughing like a retarded fool. “Love I know you can’t bare him anymore; but please you are the closest one to him. We couldn’t think of putting him alone in his bed and he needs someone to take care of him through the night.” Louis turned towards me and explained the reasons which actually made sense to me. I nodded calmly as the boys went out and left me with the man I deeply still loved even though what happened made me want to wish for my instant death.




“YOU... DON’T...LOVE ... ME ...!” He started mumbling in his unconsciousness and I looked at him being so drunk that he couldn’t speak properly anymore. I finally untangled my crossed arms and I went to sit on the edge of the bed at his feet to take off his shoes. I managed to take the first one off, and as I reached to the next one he mumbled quietly: “Don-t... l-leave... me...” I felt my heart stitch itself back from the million shreds it was torn into before after he spoke weakly. I smiled quietly as I took off the second shoe and I headed to leave the room as his eyes barely closed. “Is he ok?” Liam asked along with the boys and girls who were waiting impatiently out of my door room.




“Liam can you please get me a Pjs of his and like a pair undergarment and socks?” He looked as shocked as I spoke out my orders as everyone started applying the same facial expression as his. “Um, ok?” he spoke in shocked and giggling tone as everyone glared with smirks on their faces; I tried my best to hide my smile as I looked on the ground and then lifted my head to look serious. The rest left as the spreaded around our flat in the living room and the kitchen, except Liam who headed down to Zayn’s room to grab the stuff.

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