For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 3

HARRY'S POV:

"This is CRAZY!"

I objected at the top of my voice, pounding both my hands hard on Simon's table.The rest of the boys fell silent behind me. "I'm not going back to some school that would only teach me things i already know!," i shouted. "We don't need any of this, Simon. We've taken a lot of crap from these so called critics already for the past few years. You can't listen to them, NO ONE listens to them!"

Simon must've lost his mind! He shook his head, with crossed arms, his forehead slightly resting  on his right hand,

"I've made my decision, Harry. The 5 of you are going to attend DAMA (Drama Arts and Music Academy) this year starting today and prove to the world that you do deserve everything you've got since X factor. I'm sick and tired of these critics pulling you down & all those stupid people who believe them. I've had it. I can't go on with this if I can't let people believe you boys are worth it and deserve what you got. People think the 5 of you are lousy, soul-less, egotistic, narrow-minded pea brains singing songs you didn't write about and are just following orders. They only think of you as mere puppets and not artists at all. And as if it couldn't go any worse, now you've trashed your entire reputation getting caught in club fights almost every night, appearing completely wasted on interviews and performances and taking advantage of your fame! Let's face it, you still have fans out there now after all this only because of your looks. Well, looks isn't all it's cut out to be."

"They like our songs, Simon" Zayn muttered with a slightly annoyed tone. "Songs you sing, Zayn. Not write. And now even your hitmakers aren't willing to work with you anymore." Simon pointed out.

I grunted and kicked the wooden chair nearest to me. "Is nobody else seeing how wrong this decision is?," I asked, gesturing to the boys. Most of them just shrugged. Louis came near me and held my shoulder, "Simon's right, Harry. This could be what's best for us. After all, what more do we have to lose?". "Louis's got a point there Harry. Starting fresh wouldn't be so bad," suggested Niall. I groaned and threw my hands up in the air in range. "NO!," i shouted. "We do not owe ourselves to those critics or those haters or even those fans! We're superstars and that's all that I signed up for!".

"Enough Harry," Liam sternly said, his voice tinted with anger.

"We've had enough of this already. All of us in this room know exactly why we're being thought badly of & that's mostly because of you." The minute his words came out, everyone else fell silent. Liam walked a step closer to me. 

"You're giving One Direction a bad name & you've changed ever since. We never point you out to those critics nor in interviews because when we got in as One Direction we promised we'd be in this together. You're the only one who's changing but now a lot of people think it's all 5 of us." Liam continued,

"I've had it with the silence, already. The guys and i couldn't find it in our hearts to kick you out of the band because the 5 of us promised to stick together until the very end. The promise we all made when we first became a group at bootcamp. The promise we kept until the time we rose to where we stood selling out MSG tickets. The promise YOU made when you named the band.

You're the only one now who's not keeping that promise, Harry." His voice seemed more concerned now than strict, i could care less. I turned to walk away from Liam but he suddenly placed an iron grip on my arm. "You're the reason our composers and our producers quit on us. And this can't go on, Harry. We're fixing US. Whether you like it or not, we're attending DAMA today. That's final." I stared at Liam's sympathetic eyes in anger and shook my arm off. When he let go, I turned to face the others, "Fine." And then walked out of the room and went straight to the car and sat there waiting for them. This was the stupidest idea they could ever think of. This was madness. I was better than this. I was better than them.

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It was incredible how they managed to drag me off the car and into the private jet in no time. America was a couple hours away but we managed to get to LAX in just 2 to 3 hours.

Fans must've heard of our arrival. We were greeted by many screaming, annoying girls at the arrival area. Liam, Louis and Niall stopped for a few pictures and autographs. Zayn tried to hide how annoyed he was hiding his eyes behind his sunnies. He took pictures with 2 or 3 people and followed me into the van immediately. 

The 3 were taking so long that I told the driver to get their attention with a peep. That made them come over quickly. 

"You could've at least tried to be more sensitive with the fans, mate" said Niall.

"Why, Niall? Are you guys being sensitive to my decision of not wanting to go to this bloody excuse for a school?? " I spat back. Niall looked down at his feet. "No, of course you're not. So don't expect me to." The car fell awkwardly silent but I could feel them all inch away from me. Niall held his hands together and looked out the window. Zayn took off his sunglasses and closed his eyes for a nap. Liam stared at me for awhile before patting Niall's knee and gave him a faint smile. Louis beside me just let out a loud sigh. I wanted to be done with this.

I wish it would be over soon.