Loving hurts (Discontinued)

Chapter 17

Harry's POV

Storming out of my room I go downstairs and get a call from management. Could my life get any worse "Hello Harry speaking,"

I'm going to send you lyrics and I need you to sing the tune and send it to me before tomorrow morning. It's the only thing you can do to help the group, isn't it? You fat idiot. Maybe start eating less and more people will like you. But that might be impossible seeing as you are a disgusting oaf.

The phone hangs up and I sigh. The lyrics come up on my phone and I go to the music room and look at them. Five songs. They want me to do five songs. I mean they are right though. It's the only way I can help. I mean I can't sing like the boys, I can't dance like Liam. I can't do impressions or laugh like Niall. I can't do art like Liam and I can't sing and the whole crowd goes silent like Louis. In fact when I sing they go louder to drown me out I bet.

Looking at the clock as I sit down at the piano I see that it's 10 am. Time to start. The first one on the list is called little things. Looking at the lyrics I start softly as if it was a lullaby.

The next song was nobody compares and then over again, kiss you and I would.

Nobody disturbs me and when I look outside it's turning dark. Almost finished with it. I would sigh and keep going. They would want it from me before 6 am so I need it finished today. As I was finishing the last few lyrics to the tune Liam comes in looking hurried. When he spots me his shoulders melt and his face relaxes.

"Lad, where've you been? We've been looking for three hours for you. Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"Sorry, I've been doing something for management," I say with a quiet sigh. As I start to turn to the piano Liam asks "What? We have a meeting tomorrow but that's the first thing that we have scheduled."

"It's fine, don't worry about it, I just had to finish some songs," I say looking at the last thing I was doing. "You shouldn't have to."

"It's fine, I want to."

"Ok then. Can I see?"

"Sure," I say, turning back to the piano. I go to little things as it's my favourite.

Singing softly I lose myself in the song.

"And you're perfect for me." Finishing up the song I turn to Liam. "Did you like it?"

"Harry, it's amazing. No wonder you spent all day in here doing that song." He says with a massive smile on his face. Nodding my head I look down not wanting to lie. Liam sadly picked up on this. "That is all that you've done right?"

Still looking down and shake my head. I walk back to the piano and grab my phone. Not realising that Liam moved closer and put his arm around me. Out of natural reflexes, I jump knocking over some music stands. The sound of the metal crashing brought my hands to my ears. My legs fall out from underneath me and I crumble to the floor. Sobs rack my body and my breathing becomes uneven.

Waves fill my ears as Liam's arms retreat back to his sides. Black dots start to creep into my vision as I fight to stay awake. No no no no no i think as darkness consumes my vision. ________________________________________________________________

I wake up still in the music room with no one around. I mean why would they try to help me? I stand up and almost pass out again. Pressing down on the top of the piano I steady myself as my vision clears. I check the time on the clock and see that it's 7 pm. Honestly, they couldn't be bothered. I'm just not worth it am I?" I leave the room with my phone and send through the music.

Almost immediately a message comes through.

Finally, you fat slob. I bet that they aren't even that good. You can't do anything else right so why should this be good. You worthless dick. Fuck boy. Also after the meeting, we have to talk to you about something so make an excuse that you need to talk to us. Don't want your fake friends to notice anything do we? They probably wouldn't even care if you left the band.

Sighing, I walk up the stairs to my room and close the door. I really need to cut. Stepping into the bathroom I look for my blades. Where have they gone? I go into the only other room where I could guess they would be. Louis. Reaching under his sink I grab them. Knew it. Putting them in my hoodie, I step out of his room quickly. I hear him talking about going to bed soon so I walk quickly down the hall into my room and shut the door.

Finally peace at last.