Recommence

Chapter 33

*Harry's POV*

After the interview, we had planned to go out to eat, but that was impossible to do because there were paparazzi everywhere. We couldn't even get out of our car. 

A bit angry, we went back to the flat and decided we'd have to order food and have them bring it here. We all decided on Chinese. 

After what seemed like forever, the food came, we paid the man, and he left, but not without asking for a picture first. 

This whole day has been pretty hectic and tomorrow is going to be even more hectic because we're going to go looking for a house. 

That night, Allison and I fall asleep quickly. We're absolutely exhausted and haven't had time to ourselves all day. 

*Allison's POV*

I wake up in the middle of the night, because of my phone going off numerous times. Harry's still asleep beside me. 

I take my phone off of its charger and then look. It's my Twitter. I open it and instantly regret it. Usually, I don't get upset by all of these negative comments. I don't know if it's just my hormones, or that I'm dead tired, or...some other reason, but these comments really get to me. 

Tears start to slowly flow down my cheeks and drip silently onto the bed. 

I need to talk to someone. Someone who will make me feel better and comfort me. I don't want to wake Harry up right now. 

I slowly get off of the bed(as to not wake him up and because it's getting a bit difficult with my stomach starting to show), I put on my slippers and silently pad down the hallway to Liam's room. 

I'm about to knock when I hear him talking to someone, it must be on the phone. I'm about to leave and come back a little later when I hear them something involving me. 

"Liam, the sales have gone down everywhere. She's ruining you guys' career," a woman's voice says. Liam must have it on speaker. 

"It's not her fault. Allison and Harry love each other for your information Meaghan," Liam says. That must be who he's talking to. 

"Well, guess what? There's one of two things you can do. One: Harry has to break up with her and make it public so your popularity goes up, or two: you guys have to go on tour in a couple of months and leave the girl behind. It's your choice. Either way, your popularity goes up and One Direction stays the 'hottest boy band in the world'. Talk this over with everyone except for Allison. You might want to tell Harry while he's alone," Meaghan says. 

Liam sighs and I can hear the distress in his voice when he says, "I'll tell him."

I can't stand to hear anymore. I go back to me and Harry's room, change into some clothes, grab my phone and my keys, get into a car, and drive off. 

I don't know where I'm going, all I know is that I have to get away from here. Fast. 

*Harry's POV*

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT," I yell. Liam's just told me what Management has told me that I have to do. 

"I need to go talk to Allison," I say, pushing past Liam who was standing in the doorway. She wasn't in the room when I woke up this morning. 

I run into Niall who just came from the kitchen, holding a plate of bacon and pancakes. 

"Niall, was Allison in the kitchen," I ask. 

"Nope. At least, not while I was in there," he answers. I continue to go downstairs and search everywhere. She's not there. 

She's nowhere to be found in this house. 

I burst into Zayn's room and he's talking on the phone. 

"It's okay Alli. I'll tell them," he says and then realises that I've entered his room, his face turns grave. 

"Let me talk to her," I tell him firmly. 

"Uh, Harry I don't thi-"

"LET ME TALK TO HER," I yell and then reach for the phone. Zayn tries to keep it from out of my reach but I grab it and put it to my ear. 

"Allison," I ask softly. I hear her sob once and then hang up. 

I look at the phone, stunned for a moment and then anger courses through my veins. I throw Zayn's phone against the wall, shattering it in millions of pieces and leaving a dent in the wall. 

I turn to Zayn. 

"What did she tell you," I growl. 

"She told me not to tell you," Zayn says. I can't take this anymore. The next thing I know, my fist makes a connection with his jaw. Zayn's thrown off for a second and then he punches me back. That's when Liam, Niall, and Lou come in. Just in time too. 

"Harry! Harry, stop," Louis says firmly forcing me to walk out the door. Niall and Liam are surrounding Zayn, taking a look at the damage I did to his jaw. 

Louis gets me to go to me and Allison's room and slams the door shut. 

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THINKING," Louis yells at me. I'm at a lost for words. I put my head in my hands, trying to clear my jumbled up thoughts. Louis comes and sits next to me on the bed. 

"Harry, you've got to stop doing this. You can't just throw a punch at someone every time you get mad. Now, we don't know what could be wrong with Zayn's jaw and it's because of you. If this gets out to the press...it's not going to look to good for you," he says. 

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. 

"I'm sorry I just, I have to talk to her," I say. 

"It's okay, mate. Now come on, you need to go apologise to Zayn," Louis says. I nod my head and then head back down to Zayn's bedroom, feeling like crap.