Please don't leave me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

I couldn't believe what Harry had just done. Did he not realise how much trouble he was going to get in? Him and the boys. Even though the boys had nothing to do with it. 

Everyone ran out from the kitchen, wondering why I had started screaming at Harry.

"Woah, what's going on?" Zayn asked, looking as confused as the others.

"Harry just sent a tweet out saying if the hate towards me doesn't stop then the tour will be cancelled!" I cried, pacing up and down with my hands flying about in some wierd sort of gesture. I probably looked like a headless chicken right now.

The boys and Ingrid's mouths all formed a perfect 'o,' surprised at Harry's actions.

"Harry, do you realise how much shit you're going to get in? Actually wait, scratch that. ALL OF US!" Liam shouted, walking towards Harry.

"I don't care Liam! She's my best friend, and I'm not having our fans treat her like that. You won't get the blame, I'll explain how it was me and that you knew nothing about it," Harry rambled on.

"It's not that simple Harry. We're a band. We do things together. We make choices together. No matter what we say, this will be seen as a group decision" Liam sighed "I understand you care for her Harry - a lot. We all do, and seeing her get this hate is horrible, but you have to realise you've gone the wrong way about it!"

Before Harry could respond to Liam, his phone went off.

"Who is it?" I whispered, afraid as to who it might be.

"Anyone but Simon. Anyone but Simon. Anyone but Simon. Anyone but Simon. Anyone but Simon" I mentally repeated.

"It's Simon..." Hary's voice trailed off. 

We all stood there frozen. Waiting for Harry to answer the dreaded call. Finally he pressed the green button be greeted by a furios Simon Cowell.

"Harry? Harry what the hell do you think you're doing tweeting something like that? You have no right to decide whether the tour is cancelled or not. You've gotten you and the boys into deep shit do you understand that? What the hell am I going to do with you Styles!" The phone wasn't on speaker, but we heard everything Simon was saying perfectley. 

"It needed to be done" was Harry's simple answer.

"I understand that something needed to be done, but -"

"No! No you don't! You all say you understand, but you don't! If you all understood you would have done something to stop this hatred towards Melissa. But you didn't and you wasn't going to. So I'm sorry for sticking up for my best friend, but Melissa means the world to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to stop the hate. Maybe now the fans will have a little respect for her," spat Harry down the phone back to Simon. Without letting Simon reply, he cancelled the call and stormed off to his room, locking his door.

We all followed Harry to his room, quietly tapping on his door. 

"Haz, we're not mad at you. We know why you did it. Just come out and talk to us," pleaded Louis.

"Piss off, Louis," was Harry's only response.

I looked at Louis and saw his face drop, Harry never speaks to Louis like this. I gently patted Louis on the back and told them I'd sort it out. Knocking on the door, I whispered to Harry that it was only me and the others were in the front room. I heard the lock slowly being opened, so I pushed the door open slightly and squeezed in. 

The lights in his room were off and the only light entering the room, was the slim slashes from the blinds. I found Harry on his bed, curled up sniffing.