Bad Idea (Hariana)

025. SOMETHING HAS CHANGED

BLAIR

I waited for Harry to come back as I sat at the small table. I checked my phone and noticed that he was gone for about fifteen minutes now. I quickly stood up from the table and collected my bag, getting ready to go find him. 

I was about to make my way over to the bar when I felt Harry himself bump into me. He looked straight into my eyes and smiled falsely. I noticed how red and sore his eyes were, a color that stood out against the green, then how pink his cheeks were and began worrying.

"What happened?" I asked him softly rubbed his arm. He just smiled again and lightly shook his head.  "Nothing's wrong. I promise." He said and kissed my nose.

I furrowed my brows, my mouth slightly opened.  "What? Why did you cry? Was it Scooter? I'm gonna fucking kick his ass-" I rose from my seat and tried to push past Harry, but he stopped me.

"It is Scooter. But it's nothing bad. Calm down, love. Please. I swear it's nothing bad. He just apologized to me and we had a conversation about how much we adore you. It made me emotional." He said, whispering the last parts.

"Harry, I feel like there's something you're not telling me." I told him.  "No angel I swear. I'm just being too sensitive. It's alright." He said and flashed another false smile. I smiled at Harry even though I knew something was bothering him. Knowing him he wouldn't speak a word until he was ready. There was no reason to push him.

"Well, stop crying. I'm here, it's all fine. I love you." I said, wiping his eyes with the palms of my hands.

"I love you, okay? I do." I told him once more. He took a seat next to me at the table and intertwined our hands together. "I love you more. I swear." He told me and closed his eyes.

I ran my fingers through my ponytail and looked over at Harrys figure. Hes flipping over copies of my album that sat on the table, although he'd seen them maybe a thousand times by now.

I continued to observe my boyfriend, he's biting his nails again. He's told me before it's a habit he only taps into when he's either one of two things; extremely anxious or upset. It rarely happens, the last time that I saw him bite his nails was at the hospital after I passed out. I saw her wipe her face again and sniff.

"Are you okay, baby? You've not been the same ever since you went with Scooter and Jeff." I asked, genuinely curious.

He looked at me with bloodshot and teary eyes. "I'm fine darling, I swear. If there was something, I'd tell you. You know that." He said, rubbing his hands together, a habit I've discovered he subconsciously does when he's not telling the whole truth.

"Let's just enjoy the party, Blair. I'm fine. I'm more excited about the release of this album." He smiled again, patting my back and reminding me of why we were here.

I nodded and stood up as Harry followed behind me with his hand on the small of my back. Ironic, how he was the one upset yet he still made it a point to comfort me, because he knew I was anxious. I loved him. So much.

I glanced at my phone and checked the time. 11:51. Nine more minutes until my album dropped. Victoria smiled at me as I walked over, Harry turned to speak to Mitch instead.

I watched as he turned away from me, seemingly still holding back tears. I began to talk to Victoria, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Harry was alright.

"What's up with him?" Victoria asked, pointing at Harry. "No fucking idea. I wish I knew. All I know is he went to get me a drink, then ran into Scooter and Jeff, then came back crying. He didn't even bring my drink back." I laughed slightly, rubbing my forehead with exhaustion.

"You don't think they said some bullshit to him, do you?" Victoria asked. I shrugged my shoulders "Maybe? What could they have said that would have made him that upset, though. He said he was crying because they talked about 'how much they loved me' but I think that's bullshit," I sighed, looking over my shoulder once more.

Mitch put a hand onto Harrys back and lead him down the hallway of the venue, headed to a place unbeknownst to me. I let out a small disappointed noise as I watched them walk away. My album dropped in 5 minutes, and the one person I wanted to hear it was going to miss it.

"I'm sorry, angel." Victoria sighed and rubbed my shoulder as we both watched Harry walk away. I brushed her hand off as I held back my tears, not wanting to let my friends and colleagues see me cry.

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" Victoria asked again as I turned back to face her. I shook my head, "No, it's alright Vic. I'm gonna ask Mitch soon. If Harry would tell anyone what's wrong, it would be Mitch." I said as Victoria nodded.

"Let's not cry over another boy on your special night, doll. Supernova is out in 2 minutes now." She grinned and pointed at a television which displayed a countdown.

I smiled and cleared my throat, remembering what I was here for.

"You're right." I replied and stood next to Victoria, watching the countdown carefully. Moments and moments passed as the time got shorter and shorter. The album was about to go live.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

"ONE!" Everyone around me yelled, clapping and cheering as my music started to fill the venue. Overcome with emotion I felt Victoria grab onto my and hug me as I just cried.

All of my hard work over the years had finally paid off. Supernova was out.

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