Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XXXIII - "I missed you."

It had been a week since I had last seen him and just the idea of Harry coming back that weekend drove me crazy. He was going to be part of a movie premiere and invited me to be his date but I refused because I didn't want to 'impress' the media again. But I couldn't resist seeing him so me and Kris decided to sneak out on the show and watch Harry while he arrived at the premiere. We'd go dressed and act act like normal fans and I didn't tell Harry about it.

I curled my hair and waited for Kris to get the car. I couldn't cope with the huge excitement of seeing him. It had been only a week and we had talked on the phone two three times a day but I missed him. A lot. In some way I was addicted to him. Love, damn love.

We arrived at the theatre just in time and crowds of fans were screaming and pushing each other to get a sight of the actors. Kris and me moved through them and we got a very position from where we could see everything. There was a lot of noise but at least the view was great. A few cars arrived and I spotted a black Range Rover stopping right in front. Girls started squealing harder than the usual and some almost fainted when the car door opened. It was totally Harry.

He stepped out of the car, wearing a black suit and oversized coat, making him look like a sex god. His hair swipped back in dark curls and his emerald eyes a darker shade of green. I couldn't take off my eyes and the smile was all over my face. Did I really have this man?

He walked slowly through the crowd with a expression that only made him look hotter than ever. A few fans asked for autographs so he stopped by our side and I just couldn't wait.

"Harry! Can I get a kiss?" I asked out loud to get his attention when he was near me. 

He hadn't noticed me yet and this made everything perfect.

His gaze shifted to mine and a huge smile played on his lips. I smiled back and didn't say anything, so he came closer.

"Of course." he said and crashed our lips together.

My heartbeat went crazy and I was out. God, I missed those lips. I kissed him back and ignored the screaming fans. Two large hands held my waist and soon, someone held me up. I passed the - easily and hugged Harry tight. Cameras were all over us and I hated that, but Harry was there. I was safe.

"Hey, Kris!" Harry called out loud. "Wanna join?"

"Whatever you say, pal." Kris laughed and jumped over the -.

Harry looked at me and squeezed my hand in his.

"I missed you." he whispered in my ear.

"Me too." I said back and followed him inside the theatre.

"Me too." I said back and followed him inside the theatre.

The movie we were watching was 'Fifty Shades Of Grey'. It was kind of a pervert movie to be honest but I really liked it. Especially the actor that played Christian, he was beautiful.

Harry never let go of my hand during all of it and I placed my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He really made me forget all my problems. Even though he was famous, with Harry, I felt normal. I felt happy and not, sick. My health was becoming each day worse, and even though it was really bad, I didn't tell him. I know it'd hurt him and \i was not ready for that.

"You're really pale." he said, looking at my hands. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just haven't gone out in a long time." I lied.

"Are you eating well?"

"Harry, don't worry so much." I kissed his jawline. "I'm fine."

I could see the worry in his eyes but I just smiled to reassure him. I knew I was lying, but he worried too much. I just wanted to enjoy this, enjoy us. We watched the rest of the movie in silence and at the end, I decided going at Harry's house with him.

"Demi, it's not gonna last long; your secret." Kris told me when we were kissing goodbye. "Tell him."

"I will." I said and hugged her.

I got in Harry's car and we drove to his house. He asked me about the photoshoot and I told him everything. He told me about a funny interview he had recorded that week and we both laughed.

"Demi, are you sure you're fine?" he asked again. "It's been only a week since we last met and you have lost weight."

"No, I'm okay. Really." I laughed. "Relax."

"What did Dr. Geneve say?"

"She says I'm doing fine." I said in a bitter tone.

We didn't talk until we arrived at his place. We got inside the house and I told him I needed to go to the bathroom. I heard Harry talking on the phone but I didn't care much. When I came back, he was sitting on his sofa. As soon as our eyes met, he glared at me and didn't speak at all.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little confused at first.

"Nothing's wrong." he fake smiled. "Cause you are very well. You don't need to worry Harry, I'm okay. The doctor says I'm okay."

"I am fi-

"Quit the crap." he yelled standing up.

I took a step back and understood.

"I called the doctor." he said. "You are getting worse, Demi. Were you planning on telling me that?"

"I feel fine." I yelled back.

"You have lost seven pounds in five days. You call that fine?"

"It's just weight, Harry."

"Let me guess; you're not taking your medecine, again." he shook his head.

"I am taking it." 

"Stop fucking lying, you're terrible."

"Harry, stop." I yelled.

"No, I am not." he stepped closer to me. "Me, Kris, Mickey. We are doing everything. to make you feel better. And instead, you don't make the slightest fucking effort to save your own life."

"I am doing great, fuck you." I yelled grabbing my jacket and started walking towards the door.

"Oh, yes, go." he yelled. "Go cry and get fucking depressed like usual."

"Why do you have to be so mean?" I turned towards him.

"Mean? I'm not mean. It's you. You think you're the poor little girl and everybody must care about you. Well, grow the fuck up. We all worked the shit out of us for you to be well and you just laugh at us." 

"I always appreciated what you have done for me." I yelled in response.

"If you did, you'd fucking take the medicine and quit the crap." he replied and sat down. "Damn it. Oh and the irony of most, I was even going to propose you tonight." he laughed, tossing a little box at me. "Enjoy the fucking ring."

Putting his coat on, he walked past me and got out of the house with no other words. I stared at the ring and my mind was empty. I was feeling guilty as hell and it was too much to get over with. I breathed heavily and tears threatened my vision. What did I do?

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