"He's Different, Lou."

                                    

                                          
L I A M
                          
I held his limp body in my hands. I was almost as if he had completely given up on even trying to hold his own body weight. His breathing was heavy, and his head hung low. I hadn't seen Harry like this in a while, a long while. With my upper body strength, I haul his body to the couch, which was the closest piece of furniture that we could reach. He was silent, and his eyes were void. When it was apparent he wasn't going anywhere, I walked over to the smaller boy, taking him into my arms. He didn't protest, so that told me that he needed to be comforted right now. 
                          
"You okay?" I ask the smaller one, bringing him upstairs into his room. He gave me a small nod as I placed him in the bed.
                          
"Why does he get so angry, Liam?" He asked, pulling the blanket from the floor. I sat on the end of the bed, bringing over the small stuffed animal. I had to think about his question, and in a way, I didn't. I knew exactly why Harry got so angry, but at the same time, there was no excuse, nor reason for the amount of anger he felt.
                          
"He had a rough childhood." I finally whisper, giving him the least amount of truth that was neccisary to answer his question. Jess just nodded his head, bidding me a goodnight. On my way back downstairs, I heard Harry talking to someone. His phone was pressed to his ear, and his hand was in his hair. 
                          
"You can't just leave me like that." He whispered, and right away I knew what he was doing. As quickly as I could, taking the stairs two at a time, I rush to the couch. Sure enough, when I pull the phone from him, a picture of her was on the screen. He must have gotten her voicemail, because there was no answer on the other side of the line.
                          
"What are you doing, Styles?" I question, sitting next to him. "You almost hurt her tonight." I breathed, recalling the events that took place only a few minutes ago. This reminding me, I should probably clean that up so no one gets hurt on the glass.
                          
"I would never hurt her." He whispered, meeting my eyes. There was nothing behind them, no anger, no sadness, nothing.
                          
"You pinned her against the wall, and shattered the glass right next to her head. If that's not almost hurting her, then-"
                          
"I would never fucking hurt her!" He shouted, shooting up from the couch. He walked towards the closet in the hallway, grabbing his coat. Instanly, I knew what he was doing. Before he could get there, I rushed to the kitchen table, grabbing his keys. "Give them to me." He demanded, slinging his coat over his shoulder, and holding out his hand.
                          
"No." I simply stated. Harry's eyes went hard, the look would have possibly intimidated me if I hadn't seen their empty threats before.
                          
"Liam, i'm not fucking around." He breathed, taking a step towards me. "Now!"
                          
"You gonna hit me, Harry?" I laughed, putting the keys in my back pocket. "Where were you going to go? To the bar? Were you going to get shitfaced again, so you can fuck up even further by sleeping with that blonde?" Harry's body went stiff, knowing I was speaking the truth. "No, let me guess. You were going to drive to her house, go banging on her door. She'll tell you to leave, then you'll get in a fight with Louis." Harry wasn't expecting my outburst, the evidence clear on his face. 
                          
"I-"
                          
"You can't drink away your problems, Harry. You can't smoke them away, you can't fuck them away, you have to deal with them." Harry took a breath, sitting at the kitchen table. Taking his coat, I walked it back to the closet. Upon my return, I poor Harry a glass of water, hoping to help calm his raw throat.
                          
"Thanks." He smiled, his eyes meeting the table.
                          
"Tell me what happened." I whisper. Harry went on telling me that the blonde I had let in earlier must have known that Janissa was here, otherwise she woulndn't have given a shit about her stuff. He goes on telling me about the fight with Louis, and everything that was happening with him. He continued with last night, sleeping with Janissa, and how he was so drunk, he doesn't remember if he had been with her twice. All of this leading up to what had happened tonight.