Chapter 11 - Done.
Shay

I cried into Harry's chest and he kissed my head, "I'm sorry." he kept repeating like it was all his fault. I tried to tell him not to be sorry, that he couldn't have done anything about it, but I was crying too hard. I couldn't catch my breath.
"Shh, Shay please stop crying. Please." he begged. I tried to calm down but I couldn't. Tom had gone upstairs to talk to Dougie. I hoped he killed him. I honestly hoped that Tom would kill Dougie. I wish I had the strength to open my mouth and tell Harry I wanted to take him up on that offer to beat Dougie up.
"Shayna," Harry whispered, putting his finger under my chin and lifting my gaze to meet his. Tears streamed down my face and my entire body shook with sobs. Harry looked so hurt by this. "Shay I'm sorry."
"Quit... s-s-saying ....that," I managed to say, "It....wasn't....your...f-f-fault."
"I know I know," he sighed, "I just wish...." he let the thought trail off and wrapped me tightly in his arms again. He was just a big teddy bear. The exact guy I needed at that time.
"Come here," he grabbed my hand and led me to their couch. I sat down.
"I'm gonna make you a cup of hot chocolate, okay? And popcorn. And you and me are going to sit down and watch a movie and forget about tonight," he offered.
"I don't think that's possible," I told him as new tears filled my eyes.
"Can I try?" he asked, "I hate seeing you like this, I really do. Please let me try."
"Sure," I sighed and laid my head down on the arm of the couch. Whatever made Harry happy. Because God knows it will only make me feel worse. My head was beginning to hurt. My whole body felt sore like it does when you have a fever and my eyes hurt from crying. There was no sign of stopping any time soon.
"Here Shay," Harry gave me a weak smile and handed me a mug with a big smiley face on it.
"Thanks," I tried to mean it. "Harry, I'm not really thirsty. Or hungry." I told him honestly as I set the mug on the coffee table. Harry took a seat next to me and wrapped his big arms around me again. I closed my eyes tight and leaned against his chest. Sobs ripped through my chest and my whole body started shaking again.
"Shh, you're gonna be okay." he whispered, "I'm sorry, Shay. Sorry.
"Don't be sorry." I cried, "You have no reason to be sorry. What happened tonight wasn't your fault. Dougie's the idiot. Don't be sorry, Harry. You're doing all you can right now. So thank you."
"I phoned your brother for you," Harry told me after a few minutes on silence, "I figured he and your family would want to know why you weren't at you party."
"You told them?" I asked. He smiled, "No just Danny. Your parents don't know. He's covering for you."
"Thanks," I sniffled. We heard yelling upstairs. I figured it was Tom. Leah had snuck out the door while me and Harry were on the couch. She shot us a dirty look and Harry flicked her off, "Fuck off, princess," he told her. I had to laugh.
"You gonna be okay?" he asked when I stopped crying.
"Probably not," I told him, "But I'm done crying if that's what you mean. For now anyway."
"I'm sorry you're hurt," Harry told me, hurt coming from his own eyes.
"Me too," I sighed, "But I'll live. My hearts still beating, right? Though I suppose it would hurt less if it wasn't."
"You loved him a lot didn't you?" Harry asked me. I nodded. "He was my best friend."
"He was a good guy." Harry agreed. The same keyword was used in both of those sentences. Was.
We were both quiet again. Harry shook his head, "I don't know how he could do this to you. How he could hurt you like this."
"Because he's an arrogant selfish asshole, that's how." I said, fighting angry tears.
"As much as I agree with you, I think you're being a little unfair to Doug." Harry sighed.
"Unfair?" I asked, "Unfair!? I'm being unfair?!. Harry be realistic. What did I ever do to him!?"
"Nothing," Harry told me, "But....Doug didn't know what he was doing."
"That's his own fucking fault for getting drunk, then." I folded my arms.
"Yeah, I guess so." Harry breathed. I know he was only trying to stick up for Dougie, and I could understand that. But I was still pissed.
Soon we heard footsteps on the stairs. Tom came down first looking frustrated as ever. Dougie trailed behind him in nothing but a pair of shorts looking completely out of it. The first thing I noticed were the tears running down his face.