Loving hurts (Discontinued)

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

Stepping onto the set I stay back and closed off from the interviewers. "Harry go sit down now." One of the producers said not even bothering to look at me. I mean who would want to anyway. I make my way over to my seat.
"Alright 30 seconds till we're live." Someone behind the camera shouts. The boys quickly sit down and laugh at something Louis said.
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"Welcome back as we promised we have the fabulous One Direction here with us Louis Liam Niall Zayn annnd," she says looking around nervously. "Harry." I say smiling even though I was dying on the inside from the fact that she couldn't remember my name. "Sorry." She says looking down embarrassed. "It's okay don't worry," I mumble.

"Alrighty now let's start. The dreaded question. Which one of you guys are single? The fans are begging to know." I raise my hand looking at Louis who keeps his down. Of course I mean he has a loving girlfriend.

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I don't pay attention to the rest of the interview. I just nod when I see the rest of the boys nodding and I laugh when the rest of the boys laugh. I do pay attention to management. Every time I look over they are making big stomachs and slouching as if they are trying to be me. Every time it takes a little harder to keep the smile on my face.

None of the boys notice this though. I mean who else would pay attention to me apart from people that want to make me feel worse. Zayn nudges me. I look up and see everyone watching me. Shit I missed something. "Sorry can you repeat the question?" I say feeling scared. The interviewer just rolls her eyes and repeats the question with hate in her eyes. " I said what is the thing your most excited about for this year?"

The boys look at her in surprise because she had been nice to them the whole time. I just ignore it "Oh it must be just having fun with the boys on tour. I mean the tickets have already sold out so that's amazing and it's all up to the fantastic fans so a big thank you to them." I say finishing up while the interviewer just narrows her eyes. "Thank you for that Harry." She spat. Then she brings out some food for us to try. She gives me a meat pie while she whispers in "it's not like you need it. I mean look at how fat you are already are." As she pulls back she puts a massive grin on her face while I try to smile back not wanting to worry the fans.

I take a small bite of the pie but immediately regret it as it's the first thing I've had in 3 days. I try to keep it down but 5 minutes later I can't I signal to Zayn that I need to go. He looks annoyed. I ignore him and stand up quickly and race out of the studio. I run into the bathroom making it just in time to grow up my food. Half of the time I was dry heaving seeing as I haven't  eaten in days.No one has come in and its been 5 minutes I mean the boys couldn't come not that they would and management hate me so why would the come. They are probably hoping that I have left the whole place. After few minutes I walk out of the stall.  I quickly rinse my face not looking at myself knowing it would just make me feel worse. Then I start to make my way back to the studio.

I walk in and make my way to the stage. As I walk past a few people from management start pointing at me and laughing quietly not want to be seen or heard by the others. I just keep my head down and keep walking. I get up to the stage and walk on. I go to sit down and the boys look at me worriedly. I shake my head telling them I'll talk later which I definitely wouldn't.

"Harry your back would you mind telling us why you ran out of the studio abruptly?" The interviewer asked with faked politeness. "Sorry I just was feeling a bit sick but I'm better now. Must've been something I ate last night." I say making up the excuse which was partly true. Zayn just turned to me when the camera wasn't on him and raised an eyebrow. I just shrug there isn't much I could say though without them getting annoyed with me.

Soon enough the interview finished 5 minutes later and my face drops. I walk out of the studio but I forgot that I don't know how we are getting picked up. I turn around and start to reach to open the door and I pause as I hear voices.
"...we don't" 
"He deserves it that fat slug." I only hear a sigh so I just walk in the room and walk up to Paul. "Hey um how are we getting home or do we find our own way?" I ask fiddling with my fingers. "We have a van that'll be coming in 30 minutes or you can find your own way. I don't care just don't die." He says looking at his phone the entire time.

I just nod and walk away towards the door until I feel a hand on my wrist. I pull back and pull down my jacket hood before looking up at the person. It's the horrible woman. "I have to come and apologise to you but you don't deserve it. I mean every word that I said. But it has to look like we made up so smile nod and walk away. Ok or is it to much for your brain to handle." She says with a dreadful smile on her face. "Yeah." I mumble and nod smile and I start to walk away until she grabs my wrist and squeezes it excruciatingly tight. I continue to smile even though I feel like breaking down and sobbing. She pulls me and pinches my skin with her nails "I'm glad you cut you deserve it you fag. You should just kill yourself already." She whispers in my ear then she kisses my cheek and walks away.

I just smile even though I feel the tears building up in my eyes. I then walk away through the doors. I continue to walk outside and chuck on some sunglasses that were in the pocket of the jacket. I call a cab and give him the address of my mums house. Soon everything will be okay I think.