They Don't Know About Us

This Time I'm Ready To Run - Chapter 93

*HARRY’S POV*
Everything was just wrong. Confusing. One minute, I had broken Chloe down into tears, the next, I was on the verge of screaming at Paige. But I had to. I couldn’t continue with Chloe-knowing that Lou had feelings for her. I didn’t even want to consider whether she felt the same. Though as Paige screamed her words furiously to me, I couldn’t help but retaliate back. I had to get away. Run. I was not in the right frame of mind for anything else. 

So I did, I ran back to camp, quickly moving into what was mine and Chloe’s tent and lay on one of the sleeping bags. I bunched my knees up to my chest. But I couldn’t cry. Instead, I just stared at my blank phone screen. “What have I done..” the words didn’t sound like me, it wasn’t me. I wasn’t Harry. It was like a robot played host to my broken form, playing and tormenting with the strings. 

“Harry?” suddenly Lou’s voice called out into the tent. I could see, he too was effected by this-obviously he would be. Niall tailed behind him, almost pushing him into the tent. I stared at him. Saying nothing. But I guess my eyes did. “I-I didn’t want to get in between you and Chloe, I really didn’t mate. It was a moment of madness.” As he crawled in the tent and sat down, Niall followed. I frowned, trying to think of the right words to say. “It’s alright.” I finally muttered. “I guess it’s always risky to involve a fan in our lives.. I guess. I made a wrong choice.” Louis looked at me confused, Niall shook his head. “Hazza, mate. Clo did nothing wrong. We’re not picking sides. But it’s not like she cheated on you.” I could see the guilt almost stricken over Louis' face as we talked, I could hear the others now bring Chloe beside the fire, attempting to make her feel more comfortable. “You should go.” I mumble. “Chloe needs support.” And with that I picked up my phone, pretending to look concentrated on it, rather than what was going on. Reluctantly, both Louis and Niall left without a word. Leaving me to revel in my own sorrows. 

*CHLOE’S POV*

My brain couldn’t adjust to what had happened. I didn’t believe it. I hoped this was all some terrible dream, and that I’d wake up in the morning with Harry beside me. But he wasn’t here. He was gone. Shelby’s and Ellie’s words didn’t register in my brain, all I could hear was muffled shouts mixed with soft coo’s. The tears streamed from my eyes, and they couldn’t stop. What was happening to me? What was I doing? A mixture of rage and sadness seemed to flow though my body. Why couldn’t I stop crying? Finally, I took a deep breath, standing up and closing my eyes. “Clo?” Paige came by my side, pulling me into a hug. “It’s ok. Harry’s just.. letting off steam. He doesn’t mean it..” I shake my head, my stomach twists every time I think of him, or his name is mentioned. “It’s not. It’s over, Paige. He’s done..” “Hey! Let’s get you in front of that fire, we’ll have some roasted marshmallows and a hot chocolate. That always cheers you up!” Shelby tries to make me feel better. I nod, for the sake of it. I just want to go home. Take some time out from this madness. But I can’t. 

The thought of even seeing Harry makes things ten times as worse. Where was I going to sleep? Outside? All these questions flowed around the inside of my brain as Shelby, Ellie and Paige let me sit by the fire. Liam sits beside me, smiling, as Zayn gets the marshmallows and Hot Chocolate ready, Perry and Ellie go to help him. “I guess that Harry is in the tent?” Liam nods. “Lou and Niall are trying to at least reason with him.” I nod slowly, resting against the seat. Niall soon comes out, along with Louis, who looks more shaken up than most. Awkwardly, I shuffled on my seat as Niall and Louis sit down. “Make me a cuppa Zayn!” Louis called; trying to act as if nothing happened. And I guess that was what I was meant to be doing, right? Forgetting that what happened, was just some fantasy dream I made up. The rest of the night consists of a rather awkward atmosphere, as I stare at the brown liquid that sits idly in a warm mug. The others try to joke, to make me laugh. But nothing seems to work.