What Does Forever Mean to You? (Sequel to "When I Said Forever, I Meant It")

((Here's chapter 15. Hope you guys like it! I loved writing it and hope you guys love reading it!))

~~Harry's POV~~

After the doctor's appointment we drive back to the apartment and decide to order pizza. When we get inside I go to the drawer with all the restaurant flyers in it and find the nearest pizza shop. I quickly dial the phone number listed on the front and place our order. After the guy on the other line tells me it will be about 30 minutes I say thank you and hang up. The others are sitting in the living room so I join them, taking a seat next to Liam and Zayn.

"So, you guys wanna watch a movie?" I ask eagerly. I haven't done anything with them in a really long time, "I think that new Harry Potter movie is on Netflix." Eleanor looks at me in a shocked face. I look at her confused and scrunch up an eyebrow, "what's up El?"

"You mean you want to actually spend time with us? You don't want to just sit in your room?" She says sarcastically, "quick, Niall, call a doctor. Something has happened to Harry," she says grabbing Niall's arm and squeezing it.

"Oh my god," Niall exclaims looking at Eleanor with a flabbergasted face, "I think the thing that was up Harry's ass finally came out. He actually wants to be social again." Eleanor and Niall burst out into a fit of giggles and I see Liam smirk out of the corner of my eye. I stick my tongue out at him, causing him to grin even more.

"You guys all suck!" I say jokingly, "I'm sorry that I've been a crumpball for the past few weeks. It's just been really hard without him and I didn't want to talk to anyone. But no I have Dr. Lloyd and everything will be better. I don't have to hold anything in anymore." I say smiling. The relief I already feel is fantastic and it's only been one therapy session.

"Well why couldn't you talk to us, if you don't mine me asking?" Zayn says looking at me in a somewhat hurt face. His expression rips apart my soul and makes me feel like I want He looks so upset and wounded that I couldn't open up to him or one of the others, but I could open up to a stranger.

"I-I don't know," I say shyly, looking down at my lap and playing with the seam of my shirt, "I was just afraid to because I didn't want you guys to get mad at me. And because you were friends with Louis it didn't seem fair that I got to have you guys and he didn't, because he moved away. All because I was a dickhead in the first place. I just thought that I didn't deserve you guys, so I just hid away and didn't talk to you."

"Well Harry," Liam says shifting so he is facing me and grabbing my hand, "yeah we are friends with Lou, but we love you too. We can't help Louis because he moved away, yes, but you are just as much a friend to us and we want to help you too. You didn't have to hide in your room. We missed you like crazy."

Tears form in my eyes, and I have to wipe them away before they actually fall. I know that they feel this way and that they love me, but for some reason my mine wouldn't believe it. It just wanted me to be alone in my pain. That's why I started cutting. I was all alone with all this built up pain and the only way to let it go was through the razor.

Hopefully now that I am talking to someone I can stop. The feeling is usually claw at my mind 24/7 but right now I don't even feel it. I feel like I don't ever have to cut again. I can finally be happy again. Well somewhat happy; I can't ever be truly happy without him.

I smile at Liam and he wraps me in a big hug. Out of this whole experience the worst thing that has happened other than losing Louis was losing Liam. We've been best friends for years and not having him was almost as horrible as not having Louis.

"I love you Li," I say breaking away from the hug and looking at his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes light up and smile at me. "I love you too Harry!" He says actually smiling at me.