Loving hurts (Discontinued)

Chapter 13

Harry's POV

Room 83. For the next couple of weeks, this would be my home. Great. It's actually a really nice room with a big kitchen and a spacious living room. I walk up the stairs trying to avoid eye contact and human interaction with anyone. As I pull out the key I hear my name being called, I turn around to see a kid calling for their brother. I quickly enter my room and put the "Do not disturb" sign on my door then close it behind me. I enter my bedroom and fall onto the bed. Nothing I do seems to help anyone does it.

I mean I'm polite, right? I always smile even if I'm dying inside, right? I answer all their questions, right? What is so wrong with me that even my bandmates don't notice I'm gone. Nothing I do seems to work. Why bother trying anyway. If I leave then I won't have to deal with any of this. No one would have to bother with me pretending that they like me even though I can see it in their eyes that they're lying. Without noticing I fell asleep for the first time in as long as I can remember.

Louis's POV

For fucks sake what has happened. They said Harry would turn up before the performance at least. What is going on with management?

I mean, they seem to just be keeping him away from everything. Like, they made him get a car to the house by himself. We should have a deal. He should have everything we have. What makes him different now?

I get in the van WITHOUT Harry. What is going on? We spend 5 minutes trying to start the car without running over any fans. Giving up we start to edge forward with them moving out of the way. As we are driving Niall wants Nandos so after a solid 7 minutes of pouting paul stops in the parking lot and we head in.

As we leave Nandos Paul looks at us and said that we sounded amazing when we performed, but I can't believe he said that because Harry didn't get to sing with us. "What about harry huh? You've never said that before and now the one time Harry isn't here and doesn't sing you say that it was good. What is going on?" Zayn bursts out fuming with anger.

"I'm sorry I don't understand. Harry said that he would be there and we couldn't hold up the show as we were already running late. I'm sorry but it was also good. You were all in harmony and in time and you didn't go off on anyone note. I'm sorry if you think something is happening but I can assure you that nothing is. Have I ever lied to you before?" Paul says, trying to calm Zayn down. Zayn just nods, orders his food and goes to find a booth where we won't be disturbed.

Soon enough we are all sitting down eating while Paul is on the phone with management. He walks outside and leaves us in Nandos. As Niall is munching down on his chicken, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Looking at it I see a message from Harry. Picking it up quickly I scan my eyes over the text.

From Hazza: I've gone home for the holidays seeing as you didn't need me at the performance. Don't worry about me. I'm all good and not mad. See you in a couple of weeks. - H

Sighing with relief my shoulders sag and I lean in to tell the boys. They look at each other in disbelief. "To his mums?" Liam says.

"I don't know, all he said was that he was going home for the holidays," I say. They all nod their heads and continue to eat. I left for the washroom and the boys started whispering to each other, I couldn't hear them so I just went to the bathroom anyway.

As I leave to meet the boys I hear a few girls talking about us and then I hear one of them say how horrible Harry is and that the band would be so much better without him. I wanted to go over to those girls and punch them because without Harry there is no 1D and without Harry, I don't know what I would do. I just keep walking until I meet the boys and signal that I want to leave. They all stand up and walk out and I walk up to the front to pay. I walked to find that Paul was nowhere to be seen. I spotted a note on the windscreen wiper saying that he had to leave but we could head back to the house when we finished eating.

We all agreed that Liam should drive so we hopped in the car and drove away home. We pulled up to the house and got out of the car to head inside. We all gather up our stuff and hop back in the car ready to go to the airport.

After walking through the throng of fans we get into the main airport place. We wait for Niall to go through security before we stand around with him until his flight is called. He was going home for the few weeks we had off. An hour later, his flight was called and we all said goodbye.

Once Niall had left we all headed to our own cars and said goodbye to each other. I hop in my car and tell the driver my mum's address. As we pull away I open Twitter to see what was trending

4: BestPerformanceEver1D

9: Better1DNoHarry

13: LoserHarry

Immediately I text Niall, Liam and Zayn.

To Daddy Direction, Irish Leprechaun and Best Bro: guys look at what is trending on Twitter. What is going on?

DaddyDirection: What the ****. Why? We need to protect Harry.

Irish Leprechaun: CRAP, Louis you have to text him. Just ask him if he's alright.

Louis: what! Why me? Not zayn? Harry texted me not Zayn.

Irish Leprechaun: because you're Larry Stylinson. You two are inseparable. Your best friends.

Daddy Direction: I don't want to say it but Louis, Niall has a point. Just text him and ask if he's ok? That we still care for him and that he deserves everything.

I turn my phone off and slump back in my seat. My driver asks me what's wrong and then I say to him to go to a different location( the location being Harry's mum's place, but I didn't tell my driver that). As soon as we get there I tell my driver that I will call him if I need him and he drives away.

I go up to the door and knock on it three times, but nobody answers. There more times I knock until Anne opens the door.

"Hi, Louis what a nice surprise, come in."

"I'll only be here for a minute," I say stepping into the house.

"Cup of tea? Coffee? Anything?"

"Just water please," as Anne leaves the room I hear rummaging upstairs. When Anne came back into the room I asked "When did Harry get here?"

"Oh, he doesn't come here in the holidays anymore."

"What why? He said he was going home for the three week holiday. Do you know where he is?"

"He isn't with you?" Anna asks, handing me the glass of water. I take it.

"No..." I feel a terrible feeling creep up inside my chest. I push it back down and scan Annes face for any sign of concern for her son. She looks back at me blankly.

"Oh, he'll be fine. He's always doing his own thing, that Harry." She chuckles, but something about what she said makes the feeling inside me get worse. "You really shouldn't worry." she's been gazing off at the pictures on the wall while talking to me. I follow her eye to a family photo. I count the members. There's one missing. I can make out the blurred outline of a figure, thanks to bad editing.

Suddenly, it hits me what has happened. I stumble backwards ever so slightly and put the glass on a nearby table.