The Way Things Change

Chapter 75

"Why can't I go? Then what am I supposed to do?" I complained.

"Because it will just be boring as hell for you. It will be boring for me as well, but I am forced to go!" Harry shot back. We had been talking back and forth for a while now. Tonight the boys were going to an award show. Another one. I couldn't remember which though. But for some reason Harry didn't want me to come along. And even if I knew he wouldn't change his mind, it still bothered me. "Besides there will be nobody there for you to talk to."

"And who am I supposed to talk to when all you lot are gone? Perrie isn't here anymore, neither are Luisa or Eleanor. And Lou is going to spend the night with the family. So it doesn't matter either way."

"Babe, you're not going! End of discussion."

He was finishing up on his looks, tying his tie. He was having trouble with it, groaning a bit in frustration. He ended up ripping it off and throwing it to the side. He looked much better without it anyway, his shirt unbuttoned at the top. I was scowling at him, which was hard to do when he looked like that.

"I'm sorry babe" his features softened as he came to sit next to me. "I'm just a bit stressed out. You know I would much rather have you come along, but we're not allowed to bring our girlfriends."

"I know Harry." I stroked his cheek, looking him deep in the eyes.

"I'm just glad this is the end of the tour. I'm looking forward to some sleep." He chuckled. Tomorrow afternoon we would be on a plane back to London, where they would have a 2 week break, before having to run around again on the 10th of November. I was really looking forward to that break. Than Harry might stop being so moody and bipolar.

Whenever we were in private, in the hotel room or on the tour bus, he would be all over me, acting all in love and stuff. But we never went out in public anymore. And when we did, he wouldn't hold my hand. And one of the others would always be there to separate us. I found that odd, but whenever I asked, they said it was just a coincidence. At first I believe them, but since it kept happening I wasn't too sure anymore.

"I'm looking forward to come home too. I miss my bed." I lightly pecked his lips. "So I guess I'll just be watching movies tonight then." I pouted. I knew he was about to leave. The drive there was half an hour, but with the traffic there it would probably take longer.

Harry leaned in closer, kissing me sweet and tenderly, only to be interrupted by Zayn.

"Harry, we gotta go mate." He said, not bothered by our PDA. I guess he was getting used to it. Besides he had been more 'accepting' since our talk.

"Sorry." Harry muttered against my lips before pulling away. "Don't stay up, it's probably gonna be late."

"Have fun!" I yelled after them, just before the door closed, leaving me all alone. I couldn't even go hang with the band. They were also going since One Direction was set to perform.

I opened up my laptop. It had been a while since I had been on twitter. Not just a while. I hadn't been on since those last rumours of Harry being with someone else. Not that anything fun had happened. Not really. I quickly scrolled down some notifications, most of them being the usual. But one tweet caught my eye. Saying that Harry and I had been a great couple. I thought it was sweet at first, but it started bothering me. Why was it written in past tense? As far as I knew we were still together. I decided to just shrug it off. Probably just a mistake.

Nothing else really happened that night. I watched a movie, but got bored half way through, so I decided to catch up on some sleep instead. The bags for tomorrow were already packed, not much left for me to do. It was only half past ten when my head hit the pillow, but I was sleeping in no time.

***

As we sat waiting for the flight to board, nothing was being said. All of the boys having massive hangovers, not talking much about what had happened. And of course they had been celebrating properly at the after party. They had won in two categories.

And since they weren't talking about what happened, I turned to other sources. Sugarscape being the main source. I saw pictures of almost every artist and celebrity who had attended, just scrolling away on my phone. Nothing was really that interesting yet.

"Flight RK288 to London boarding now." The robotic voice announced, so I slipped my phone back in my pocked, preparing myself for the 8 hour flight. It would be consisting of sleeping all the way.

But I couldn't sleep. So when after a lot of turning in my uncomfortable seat I pulled out my phone again. Thank God I still was able to connect up here. Still there was no exciting gossip, but it helped the time pass. After a while a new article appeared. 'Harry and Kendall. Watch them in action' I read.

What the? Kendall? It couldn't be that Kendall right? I clicked on the link, immediately a picture of Harry, my Harry, having his arm around Kendall Jenner's waist. Yes her. The supermodel. The Kardashian clan member. The perfect girl. She was way prettier than I was.

I quickly read the article, which used Hendall as their ship name. But he was still with me, why would they ship them? I read further down. 'But is Kendall just a rebound after the curly haired sex god's breakup with personal trainer Kate? What do you think? Let us know in the comment section below.'

Our breakup? When the hell did we break up? I was getting angry. And upset. And really confused. Why the hell were they saying those things? Why was Harry acting all smooshy with Kendall? Was that why I wasn't allowed to go yesterday? So he could go sneak around with her? Was that why he had been acting weird around me? Was he going to break up, but just not tell me yet? Was he waiting till we got home to tell me?

No Kate, don't get ahead of yourself! Let him explain. If anything is going on between him and Kendall he would tell you! They are just rumours. Just let him bring it up before you do something stupid.

I put my phone away, the thoughts running through my head. Thoughts I would rather not have. But I couldn't stop thinking. I looked at the clock. Just two more hours to go, then we would be in London. To pass some time, I put on a movie. Just to keep my head off of things, to keep me busy. The movie sucked, but the two hours passed before I knew it. Finally back in my known territory. Now it wouldn't be long before I was back in jetlag hell. My body said it was about midnight now, but the clocks here said it was 6 in the morning. Guess I would be sleeping this day away.