Loving hurts (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

Staring out the window I start to think.
Hearing the boys this morning maybe it'll be better if  just leave the band. I cause so much worry. I mean that must stress them out so they can't play and work to their potential.

I mean Liam is the serious one Zayn's mysterious Niall is the cute one and Louis is the prankster. Where do I fit in. The flirt. No one needs the flirt and it's not like I like anyone. Apart from one person but I can't have him can I. Why. Because he's obviously straight. And because if we get together we can't ever come out. Ever.

Suddenly I hear the boys singing. What makes you beautiful. Joining in at Louis's puppy dog look I start belting out my bits. Starting to enjoy myself for the first time in ages I sing along with the other boys. Doing the actions as well.

But as the song finishes I start to feel sad. Why did I do that. They obviously didn't need me to. I completely just ruined the whole thing. I mean who wants to hear me sing. I have a weird voice that always gets really breathy as soon as I finish a song. I start looking out the window. Again. And I start to thinking about why I not needed again.

We soon pull up to the radio station. Fans screaming outside Liam asks the driver too go round the back so we can get in without being mauled to death. As soon as the car stops I hop out and head towards the building not looking back but smiling for the fans.

Once we are inside I let my face drop and I walk to the closest bathroom to wash my face. I walk out to see the boys all lined up with a serious expression on everyones face. I just sigh and try to push past Niall and Louis but they weren't having it. "Okay what now." I huff  more than slightly annoyed. "What is up You've been distant for the past 3 weeks. You aren't the same harry we knew before. You don't even bake." Louis says looking defeated. "Look I'm fine okay and just because I don't bake for a few weeks doesn't mean anything's wrong okay." I say just wanting this over " anyway we have an interview in 20 minutes I'm going to get ready okay." I say as I finally push past them.

I walk into my changing room and see what they want me to wear for this interview seeing a short sleeve top I start to get nervous. "Hey Lou can I wear my jacket with this I'm a big cold at the moment." I call out.

"Yeah that's fine as long as the jacket matches." She calmed back. Sighing with relief I start to get changed stopping to look at my self in the mirror for bit picking at the day surrounding my body. I am for sure the fattest member of one direction I think.

Once I'm ready I walk out into the make up room. Sitting in my chair I decide to go on Twitter. I start looking through seeing a whole lot of I love you's  and follow back pleases I scroll down a little bit until one tweet catches my attention.

@harrystyles is such a bad singer I'm not sure why he hasn't just left the band already. I mean he is not only a bad singer but he is fat and ugly. He should just leave already.

There it was the first hate of the day. It was further down than normal 7 tweets down from the top. Even though I know that I shouldn't I tap on the profile. Slowly I scroll down the account pausing at ones that really hit deep inside of me. Tears start rolling down my cheeks hesitantly. I hear my name being called distantly but I can't be bothered to move until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and it's Louis. Quickly I wipe my tears away and put on a fake smile.
"You okay?" He asks worriedly.
"Yeah just watched a really sad and happy short movie. You know." I say looking down. As I look up I realise he doesn't believe me. "Sure. Anyway we have to go do the interview that we have been called for for about 5 minutes." He says looking at the other boys.
"Yeah let's go." I say and I stand up and start walking towards the boys. Let's get this over with.

Second chapter. Done. 3 votes for 3rd chapter.