***LOUIS' POV***
I heard Harry finish singing and burst into tears again. My heart hurt as I heard my best friend crying for the love of his life. I know that breaking up with Laney took a toll on him.
He barely slept, ate or talked. Most of the he was in his room, then out to eat (maybe) and then to the studio. And when he got back from the studio it was straight to his room again. He didn't smile anymore, and snapped at everyone if things didn't go his way.
I shook my head as I walked away from his door. I knew that not being with Laney was killing him, but I understood his reasons. When we first signed up for this life, we really didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. At the time, we just thought of writing and singing our music. We never thought of the constant 24/7 stalking from the paparazzi. Or the fights that would break out from our fans.
Or even the hate mail that our girlfriends, family and even us received from 'fans' that claimed to be ours. In my opinion a fan that calls my girlfriend ugly, self-worthless, and a gold digging bitch is not a real fan. A fan supports you from the start and doesn't care who you date as long as you're happy. However, not everyone sees it that way. I know because I had the same problem with my 'fans' sending hate emails to Eleanor. It can really wear you down and strain a relationship.
That's the reason of why Harry broke up with Laney. That and the fact that he wanted to protect her. Speaking of Laney, I haven't spoken to her in a while. Though we rarely saw each other, Laney and I have grown really close just after meeting for the first time.
To say Harry was jealous was an understatement, we fought and didn't speak to each other for a whole week. However, Laney stepped in and made Harry understand that we were just friends, and that he had her and I had Eleanor. After that there were no more fights, just laughs and happiness. Well until Harry broke up with her.
I walked inside my room, and glanced around it. My queen size bed was unmade as usual, half the quilt was laying on the floor and my pillows were all over the place. On my desk was my laptop with Eleanor's last email on the screen. My closet door was opened, displaying my fully unorganized clothes.
I glance over at my bed again and see my phone laying there, an idea sparks in my brain and before I can even stop to think if it's a bad one or not I'm picking the phone up and dialing a familiar number. Laney's number.
She doesn't answer the first two times I ring her phone, but I guess that saying "Third times a charm" really is true because she picks up somewhere on the third call to her phone.
"Hey Laney!" I say chirpily.
"Hello?" A hoarse voice asks.
"Laney?" I asked worriedly.
"Louis?" She answers back and then the line went quiet, "Laney!?" I ask again.
The line was quiet and I started to panic. Then there was a bang as if the phone was dropped, and that's when I knew something was wrong.
"Laney! Laney!" I yelled as I ran a hand through my hair. The line suddenly went dead.
"Dammit!" I cursed as I walked rapidly out of my room, I quickly ran to Harry's room. I tried opening the door, but just as always it was locked. I banged on the door, desperation running through my veins.
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Letting Her Go
FanficHarry had been distant ever since he went on the Where We Are stadium tour and Laney was going to confront him about it. She didn't understand why he was doing this. Was she not enough? Did she do something wrong? She needed answers and she was goin...