It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 12

Harry P. O. V.

I yelled at her. I don't know what came over me. I was just so upset that she lied to us. To me. She grabbed my hand, and her eyes were filled with tears they were streaming down her face. Her hair was framing her face and she asked to let her explain. But in that moment I didn't know if she was going to lie to me again. I didn't trust myself to say anything so I walked out. She screamed my name when I opened the door. She sounded so broken. It hurt but I couldn't face her right now. I slammed the door, I slammed the car door too. I hit the steering wheel. "Damn." I muttered. Why me? Why does this always happen? I got to the house and thought about turning around. I can't. I got inside and the boys came up to me. "How'd it go, Hazza?" Louis asked. I just had to get away before I snapped at them. I shook my head. I pushed past all of them and went up to my room. I was so angry and hurt. I punched the wall and I felt nothing. Someone knocked on my door. "What?" I asked quietly. The door opened an they all piled into my room. I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. Liam spoke up first. "What happened, Harry?" I looked up at all if them. They all had these concerned and confused faces. "She lied to me and to all of us." "What do you mean?" Zayn asked. "She knows who we are. She's a Direcrioner. A fan. A huge fan. She lied. Now I know why she was so nervous the first time she met us. She was trying not to fan girl on us. So she wouldn't blow her cover. I fell for her. I feel so stupid! She played all of us. But she got me good, because I fell in love with her." I explained. Their faces went from confused to disbelief. "I can't believe it. But Harry. Did you stay to find out why? You know how hard it must have been to not say anything about it? I think you should talk to her about it." Liam said. "Yeah, I agree." Niall said. Louis just looked like you shot him or something. She was his best friend. She was all of our best friends. And she lied. "I don't think she'll talk to me." "What did you do?" Louis whispered. I looked at him. "I got angry and I yelled at her. I couldn't stay because I was too mad to listen. She begged me to stay but I couldn't do it. So I left. She looked so broken. But I couldn't do it right then." I dropped my head in my hands again. "She won't ever talk to me again." I mumbled. "I bet you she would. I bet you if you went over there she would happily explain. Anything to get you back Hazza. Have you seen the way she looks at you? She would do anything for you. And anything to get you back." Niall said. Louis nodded. "Give her some space for a bit though. She'll need to cool down too." I nodded. "It'll be alright, you'll see." Liam said. I looked at him. He shrugged. I smiled a bit. "Thanks, mates. I can always count on you." "Hey look at it this way Haz. You've still got me, if it doesn't work out!" Louis cried. I laughed. "Yes. I do have you boo bear." I teased. I stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep. Night." They all filed out and I climbed into my bed clothes and all and fell asleep.

Lydia P. O. V.

I woke up late. My mom came up to get me. "Lydia. You're gonna be late for school." "I don't feel good. Can I stay home?" I asked. She came over and felt my head. "You're a little warm. You gonna be okay by yourself?" She asked concerned. I nodded. She left for work. I felt...empty. I wasn't sick. Just heartbroken and I didn't want to go to school. He might decide to come talk to me. I would probably jump into his arms, not being able to help myself. I'd spill my heart out. I'd cry, tell him that it was all an act. When he comes to talk, if he ever wants to see me again I'll tell him the truth. I'm starting to regret ever going with Louis. I'm starting to regret staying, and singing, and playing hard to get, and kissing him. Because it all just made me fall harder. Fall even more in love with him. He admitted he fell for me too. I walked into my art room. My painting was dry. I had painted the roses. But the background was Harry'a face. It was shattered into pieces. But the roses were whole. I grabbed my guitar and some paper. I decided I was going to write a sad song because its how I felt. I set to work finding the lyrics.

Harry P. O. V.

(A/N Sorry for the consistent changes. It'll spread out some more later.)

We were in the studio recording for our new album all day. I decided I would go and get her from school like everyday. I wanted to hear what she had to say. I wasn't angry anymore. I drive to school and waited. She didn't come out. She isn't here. She probably didn't come because of me. Because she didn't want to roll out of bed. I groaned. This is getting fixed today. I drive to her house. I walked up to her door and was about to knock but decided to see if it was unlocked. It was. Yes! I opened it very slowly and carefully. I crossed her living room and up the stairs silently. I heard her guitar. She was singing. I heard a little bit.

"In this moment, I knew I was losing you. Your face was filled with rage and I asked you to stay. You left me on the floor. Bleeding and crying and screaming because I lost you. I lost you forever and there's nothing I can do and there's nothing that I know except this. One. Thing. That I love you..." And it stopped. Wait, she loves me? It was beautiful. The door was open, her back was to me. She was hugging her guitar, silently sobbing. She was still in her clothes from yesterday. Her hair was a mess but she is still beautiful. Her body was shaking. She sat up and threw the papers, they went everywhere. She turned around and froze.

Lydia P. O. V.

I finished my song. It was sappy and stupid but it got everything out. I started crying. Clutching my guitar then I got mad at myself for crying and being so sappy so I threw my papers and I stood up to leave and I froze. He was here. Standing in the doorway. His eyes were locked on mine. I dropped my guitar. "Harry?" I whispered. He nodded. I did exactly what I wanted to do. I ran at him and jumped onto him wrapping my legs around his waist, burying my face in his neck. And wrapping my arms around his neck as well. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stand it, when he yelled at me. It killed me. I was crying softly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Shhh. Lydia. It's alright. I'm here now. I'm so sorry, love." He whispered. I was holding on tight. Like if I let go he'd be gone again. "I'm s-s-so sorry, H-Harry! I-I just didn't want to be just another fan to you guys! I w-was scared you'd give m-me an autograph and leave and that's all I'd have. I d-didn't want that so I lied so I could be something different. I k-k-know that was wrong and I hurt you all but if you c-c-came to tell me that it won't work and it won't ever happen I have the best memories a girl could ever have! I've had better luck than many more fans out there and I'm the luckiest girl on the planet. I will do whatever you think is best. And I'll be strong either way. I'm so sorry!" I cried. My sobs came back. He was still holding me. He set me down after a little hesitation from me. I was sniffling. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Hey, look at me." He said. I looked up, still sniffling. His hand was still on my face. He kissed my cheek, and my nose and then he kissed my lips. I tilted my head up pressing my lips fully to his. I ran my fingers through his hair and he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me to him. This kiss was so, bittersweet. His lips were a little salty from kissing away a couple of my tears. His breath was minty and I couldn't get enough. He rested his forehead to mine looking in my eyes. "I came here, to tell you that I am sorry for my reaction. I'm sorry for just leaving you, and making you feel horrible. I mean you didn't even go to school today. I came here to tell you that, it doesn't matter as I was stupid to think it did. I forgive you. I see where you're coming from. And you were smart enough to pull it off. I could never tell you I don't want you, or that it won't work. I could never hate you. You don't need to be sorry, because I know how our fans feel. But we love all our fans. We may not be able to meet them all but they aren't just another fan. But you, you are definitely more than just a fan. We can't break you off because you're a part of us. That was your plan all along. You just wanted to know us. You didn't want to fall in love. But you did. I wasn't planning on it either. But guess what? I fell in love with you, Lydia and I'm not letting you go." I hugged him again, smiling. "I love you too Harry." I said. He walked away from me. "Where you going?" I turned. He was looking at my painting. "Did you paint this last night?" He asked. I nodded. "I started after I stopped crying and finished at 4:00 this morning." "It's amazing." I walked over to him. He kissed my forehead. He looked at all the papers on the floor. "That is a beautiful song. You write that today?" I nodded again. "I was putting music to it when you came in." He pulled me to my room. He stood there for a second, looking around. "You have one wall filled with our faces. Do a lot of fans do that?" I nodded. I was about I say something when the doorbell rang. I frowned. Harry looked at me and we walked down the stairs. I opened the door and gasped. "Hey, Lyddi. Miss me?"

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