The Side You Don't Hear (1D)

Chapter 20

Getting some new sides of the story in this chapter...enjoy :) xxelle

Payson's POV

                The gun was fake, but Harry didn't know that.  As long as he thinks it's real, he's completely under my control; just the way I needed him.  I  have it held up towards the back of his retreating figure, but he stopped the second he heard it click.

                "Turn around, sweetheart," I said, with a smile.  I watched as he hung his head and slowly turned around, clutching Clark in his arms and avoiding my eyes.  "I knew you were out there somewhere!"

                "Payson...please let us go," he whispered, looking up at me with tears in his eyes.  He was so pitiful, and I find that adorable. 

                "What makes you think I'll do that?  I have you right where I want you,"  I say in a purposefully devious voice, making him break eye contact again.

                "Please..." he whimpers again, "If it's money you want, I can give it to you.  If it's a name, I can have you set up with some other famous guy, but I just need to get out of here."

                "I don't want any of that," I say in complete honesty, "I just want you."

                "I'm sorry, but I can't do that.  I have to think of my son, and right now I need to leave; for him." Harry says with a new found strength in his voice.  He met my eyes again, looking past the gun still pointed in his face, looking at me sternly.  The seriousness in his face wasn't masked by the tears now streaming down his face. 

                As much as I didn't want to hear this from Harry, I knew it was the truth.  I love him, and despite the fact that he didn't love me back, I respect what he is doing.  Clark may not be my son, but any man who would give up their life and everyone in it for their son is an amazing father, unlike my own.  Sure, my father is rich, but that doesn't make him a good man.  Harry is the best person I've ever met, despite what the media has said about him for the past year or so.  I lowered the gun.

                Harry's intense gaze was still holding mine as my face clearly softened.  Once the gun was hanging down by my side, Harry's eyes softened as well.  He took a step forward and extended a hand towards my face.  He caressed my cheek, rubbing his thumb against my lips, causing me to close my eyes.

                "Thank you," he whispered before his hand disappeared from my face.  I opened my eyes fast enough to catch him turning the corner of the alley way and back on to the sidewalk, running for the nearby train station.  I close my eyes again, letting a tear fall down my cheek.  I loved that man, and this will not be the last time he sees my face.  We will be together someday, whether he likes it or not.

Ed's POV

                "Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound.  Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd.  That's you now, ciao, seems that life it great now-ahhhhh..." The singing of one of the songs off my album was cut off by my yawn.  I had a meeting at like nine o'clock this morning and I was feeling the lack of sleep right about now, even though I hadn't even had lunch yet.  Lunch; that sounds like a good idea.  I get up and walk to the kitchen, thinking of making a sandwich, when my phone went off.

                I rushed across the room to get it off the couch, not because I was excited to get a call, but because of who it was from.  My normal ringtone was the sound from the knife scene from the original Psycho movie, which was hilarious every time it rang, but there was one person who had a specialized ring tone.