Grace Notes

Chapter 59

Harry's POV-

"She still hasn't even texted you?" Evangeline asked me as she finished tweaking my hair.

I shook my head.

"And she hasn't been backstage at all" she stated, her brown eyes flying to the clock. "Is she even here, do you know?"

"Yeah, she's here. Shockingly"

"Why is she so upset with you?"

"I think it's just getting to be too much for her" I paused. "It just pisses me off because she's been hanging out with Lorenzo like, nonstop, since they met. They seem so unlikely together when they're apart, but then when they're together it's like they're childhood bestfriends, or something."

"It's cause he's hot"

"Don't girls get more nervous around hot guys, though?"

"Clearly she didn't get nervous around you" she raised an eyebrow.

I snickered at her subliminal compliment. "And she actually was"

"I, mean, it's not like they've done anything, right?"

"I wouldn't think so, but if they told me they had, I honestly wouldn't be surprised. But can I be mad about it? I haven't exactly been the most faithful, either"

She met my eyes in the mirror, a soft smile painting her lips. "All is fair in love and war, Harold"

She reached for her little pile of colored pills and slipped one between my lips. Finally, she planted a light kiss onto my forehead.

"Time for you to head up to the platform"

"Where will you be?" I asked standing up.

"Dressing room" she answered confidently.

"And you're sure you're okay with this?"

"You're so paranoid, of course I am"

She flashed me one last, quick smile before I turned around and walked toward the door.

Lola's POV-

Arms crossed, I had my feet up in my chair next to Lorenzo. I was already feeling grumpy, and being here with thousands of girls screaming Harry's name was certainly not helping. While I was upset with him, they were celebrating him. Seemed to me like he didn't really deserve it.

I knew that tomorrow I was going home, anyways, but a piece of me wished I had dipped out a little sooner. I also couldn't help, but wonder, if this stupid relationship was going to last much longer after I left. Leaving on a sour note, followed my distance, was just simply a recipe for failure.

"Are you okay?" Lorenzo asked, adjusting some of the slides on the soundboard.

I shrugged.

"You look really depressed" he observed, still not looking at me.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to be casual, or if he was just simply making small talk.

"I, mean, wouldn't you be?"

"I did warn you"

I hugged my knees and let my head fall to his shoulder, listening to Harry sing the song I had written. I tried to put myself in the shoes of the fans to see what they were seeing in him, but it was simply impossible.

I let out a sigh. "You should have made me break it off with him earlier"

"You know I couldn't have done that"

"You should've, anyways" I mumbled.

I could feel him smile. "I'm going to miss you when you leave. I probably won't see you again until we get back. And even then, if something happens between you two, I may not see you again at all"