Why? Why did he do this to me? Why did he promise me the world but take my everything in exchange for nothing? He took everything, my heart, my soul, my life. I had only known him for a short period of time but I had trusted him, I didn’t think he would ever leave me, I honestly thought he would keep his promise, and what had changed since last night, he was so eager to protect me then, but now, now he didn’t even want to be near me.
I looked at the shredded remains of Everything Has Changed. How could he have helped me write this? How could he have told me that he felt those things and never tell me? It was like he had taken my heart and stripped it bear and handed it back to me.
I wish he had never come into star bucks, I wish I had never went, I wish I never watched the X Factor because at least then I wouldn’t feel this way, my life shredded over the floor like the shredded words of the song.
I picked up the song lyrics off the ground and threw them in the bin, I took out a match and lit it and threw it in with the paper.
“I set fire, to the rain, watched it burn as I touched you face,” I whispered as the pieced of paper became ash.
I waited until the fire went out before leaving the hotel room, I didn’t stop for fans, afraid of what I would say to them if I stopped, I got into the back of a cab and told him where to go.
I went straight to Simon’s dressing room, I didn’t knock and went straight in, he had his back to me and he was on the phone.
“Is it all gone?” he demanded, the voice on the other side said something, Simon exhaled, “Okay, how long until we..” I cleared my throat, Simon turned to me shocked, “January!” he exclaimed, he put his mouth to the phone, “I’ll call you back.” he hung the phone up and turned to me, “yes?”
“I don’t want to sing with Harry anymore,” I told him, Simon gave a humourless laugh, my face remained unchanged. His smile dropped.
“Why?” he asked me.
“He broke up with me,” I said, not meeting Simon’s eyes.
“That’s a pity,” he sympathized “but not really of any relevance,” he said sitting down.
“What do you mean?” I asked him, “I don’t want to sing a duet with him and that’s final,” I said with authority.
Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, “what do you propose then?” he asked me.
I thought for a moment, “I’ll swap with someone,” I told him, Simon laughed.
“They’ve all written their songs, you’re stuck with Harry or you quit, just sing the song you wrote, Harry let me listen to it, it’s good.”
The mention of Harry’s name and the word good should not have been in the same sentence, “Well I don’t see the point in singing a lie.”
“Write another song then,” Simon said sarcastically. "you have to pick a lady gaga song for your second number." he said not looking up. I stormed out of the dressing room to run straight into Niall,
“woh,” Niall said, stopping me with his hands, “what’s up?”
“Like he hasn’t told you,” I said angrily pushing Niall’s hand off my shoulder.
Niall looked away embarrassed, “he might have mentioned something,” he muttered, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m great,” I said trying to push past him as tears sprung up into my eyes.
Niall wrapped his arms around me into a tight hug as I sobbed, I hit a fist against his chest but I didn’t put up anymore fight.
“Shhh,” he soothed, “it’s okay, shhh.”
****
I had been looking for Niall when I saw him hugging January, sure there was nothing romantic about it, but he was stopping the pain I had caused. I turned away from them and walked into the nearest practice room, Louis was in there.
“Hey man,” he said awkwardly, we hadn’t talked properly since our fight in the hospital. I glared at him, I was angry at everyone today, but him by ten times, he had wanted things to end with January well I hoped he was happy now, “Niall told me about you and January,” he told me.
“I’m sure he did,” I said coldly, my hands in my pockets.
Louis extended his hand out, “Look man, it’s not like I’m happy about this,” he began.
“Louis don’t give me that bullshit,” I told him, “you wanted this to end.”
“Dude, I wanted you to get your priorities right, besides you broke it off so why are you so upset?” he asked me confused.
“It’s none of your business,” I told him, Louis crossed his arms.
“Harry what is up with you lately?” Louis asked me walking closer to me, “if you want her back tell her, sing back for you or something.”
I looked up at him, “Because singing fixes everything?” I asked him, “you don’t know shit about my problems.”
“Because you won’t tell me!” Louis cried, “I am trying to help you.”
“No you’re not, you’re trying to make me seem happy so the papers can get a nice we shot of One Direction because you claim to think that I had it easy after the band broke up, even though my wife cheated on me and had a baby with another man, and the girl I love has such a messed up life that I had to break up with her!” I screamed at him.
“You broke up with her because of a lifestyle choice?” Louis demanded, “I thought you were shallow, I didn’t think you were that shallow.”
“What about you?” I asked him, “your wife’s a model, and I’ll tell you from experience they’re all fucking whores.”
Louis fist came flying towards my face and smashed into it, “don’t you ever talk about her to me again you got that Styles, you’re a bastard, you push away everyone that could ever care for you, and then you wanna know why you’re alone?” I didn’t answer him, I dabbed my nose which was spewing with blood again.
“I thought we were best friends,” I said coldly to his retreating back.
He stopped but he didn’t look round, “Best friends need to knock some sense into each other sometimes.”
The door slammed behind him, I got off the ground and approached one of the long mirrors and examined my appearance, I rubbed the side of my nose with my sleeve. I saw her come in in the mirror; she froze when she saw me. She turned to leave.
“Don’t,” I stopped her, “I’m leaving now anyway.”
She clamped her eyes shut when I walked past her, “Simon says we still have to sing together,” she said emotionless.
“Oh,” was my ingenious response.
“I’m not singing the song we wrote.”
“Oh,” I repeated.
“I’ll write it myself.”
“You don’t have to…” I began.
“I’ll get it to you by Friday.”
I walked out the door, I turned to see her crumple on the ground in tears.
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