The Game Of Fame

Chapter 4 - The voice of an Angle

Kate's POV:

As soon as I got home I ran into my room.

My parents still had not arrived home.

I stopped and stared into Harry's gaze on my favourite poster.

I can't believe he did this to us all, his fans.

I was so outraged.

I ran around the room screaming as I ripped the posters off the wall.

"I hate them!" I screamed, "I hate Harry!" I never thought I'd hear those words come out of my mouth. This made me cry even more uncontrollably.

I lay with my face down in a pillow. I screamed so hard and tried to imagine that this was all just a bad nightmare.

-the next morning-

I woke up in my bed, toasty in my clean pjs.

Was it just a dream? Or had I passed out from crying so hard.

Mum must have come in and put me to bed.

I just can't believe it. Everything they did.

All the posters I had ripped off the walls in my violent rage were in a neat pile.

Torn to pieces, just like my heart.

I reached over for my phone and texted Amelia.

K- Amelia, I just can't get my mind off what happened.

A- How about we organise a sleepover or something? Xxx

K- Yea, I think that should make me feel better. Thanks so much :) xxxx

I lay back on my bed. So annoyed. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and tried to imagine something other than that stupid dick Harry Styles.

-Amelia's house for a sleepover-

My dad dropped me off outside Amelia's house. I stepped forward and rang the doorbell twice. I saw her face poke through the glass and give off a small smile.

"Kate!" She yelled and gave me a warm hug.

"We are waiting for the others to get here and then we will get settled in." She explained.

We walked inside and she took my bags to her room.

One by one, the friends arrived, myself, Amelia, Sophie, Simone, Rilee, Casey, Ciara, Bella and Olivia.

We lay our sleeping bags in a big circle so it was easier to talk to each other.

"What do you girls want to play?" Rilee asked, she still didn't sound like she was 100 percent over what happened last night.

"Rilee, did the boys end up giving you their numbers?" Simone asks.

"Yes, but I rang Louis and it went to a dead end. The number was a fake." She spoke with anger but she sounded like she was about to cry.

"What about the other ones?" Sophie says.

"I didn't bother trying after I found out the first one was a fake." She replied.

"Why don't we call them just to make sure." Amelia added.

"Amelia, you call Niall, Sophie call Zayn, Simone call Liam, and Kate call Harry. I've already tried Louis so I don't need to call again." Rilee explained.

Amelia eagerly typed in Nialls number only to be saddened from hearing the beep, beep, beep of a dead number.

The same thing followed for Sophie and Simone, no answer. More dead numbers.

"I don't think I should even bother, it will just make me even more depressed." I mumbled. I was trying to be brave and hold back my tears.

"Just call it." Bella says.

"Fine. But I will prove to you all it is fake. Just like their love for their fans." I begin to cry as I punch in the numbers.

It began to ring. Just like it did for the others.

My heart began to stop and I began to feel dizzy. I felt like I was going to drop dead on the floor.

"Hello, Harry Speaking."

A.N
Omg, this is getting so much fun to write!