Already Gone : Part One

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

I was sitting there, crying my eyes out. I wiped them away and saw Taylor pacing around the room, holding the phone up to her ear.

"L-Louis?" Taylor choked out. Why was she calling Lou? "Can you please come get Harry?" Tears were slipping down her cheeks. "Just come as soon as you can. I will explain." She hung up and sat on the floor, her back on her dresser, and put Meredith in her arms.

"Taylor?" I said, tears still on my face. She looked up at me. "Is this it?"

"I don't know, Harry. I...I just don't understand why they could be so mean to me. I'm just having a regular relationship. Why can't anyone understand that?!" She yelled the last part.

"I'm sorry, baby." I say, walking towards her. "I don't know what to do."

I grab Taylor to pull her into a hug, but she pushes me away. "No, just, please, don't touch me." My heart hurt terribly after she said that. "I think we need to break up, Harry." Taylor says, wiping her tears from her pale face. Her masscara was running down her face, her messed up.

"Okay." Is all I could say before hugging her one last time and walking out of her room. I walked down the hall, just staring at whatever lies in front of me. I enter the elevator and push the lobby button. Girls scream when they see me. They ask for pictures and autographs, but I just push past them, still staring ahead of me.

I walk along the sidewalk, nothing on my mind at all. I couldn't think of anything. I just kept walking. I had no idea where I was going. All I know is that I had lost Taylor and it just hadn't hit me yet.

I end up walking down the street for awhile, well, until I reach a Starbucks. I enter it and ignore any girls fangirling. I order a cold latte and sit down at a booth. I sit my cup down and put my hands over my face. I rub it, which causes my curls to go up.

"Hey, Harry!" I hear someone say behind me. I turn around and see Louis and Eleanor standing in coats and scarfs.

I nod and turn back to face the table.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Louis says, sitting beside me.

"Tay-Taylor." I say, shaking my head, fighting back the tears.

"What? What's wrong with Taylor?" Eleanor says, sitting across from me, her hands gripping mine.

"She... Broke.... Up.... With me."

"She what?!" Louis shouts into my ear. I put my hand over it, giving him a mean look. "Sorry." He apoligizes, looking at his hands.

"She got so fed up with the hate." I say, the tears now escaping my dark, green eyes. "She said we should break up, so I hugged her goodbye and left. I had no feelings inside me because I couldn't believe anything that had happened." I say, facing Louis. "I fucking hate fame!" I yell the last part.

Everyone looked over at us, gasping, whispering our names. People were taking pictures, saying, "Harry is crying. Taylor must've got tired of him. Wonder who it'll be next week." I looked at the person who said that. She was wearing a shirt with my face on it. I looked at her in disgust.

"Stop!" I yelled at her. "JUST STOP! She doesn't deserve any of this!" I push Louis out the booth and come up to the girl. "It was you who broke us up! And every other hater of hers." I glared at her, tears steaming down my face.

Her mouth dropped. She was close to tears. Now she knew how Taylor felt. I turned and flew out of the building. I walked furiously down the street. Since I knew where I was, I turned left and came upon the hotel me and the boys were staying at.