Something Borrowed.

Chapter Twenty Seven: New Beginning's.

Chapter Twenty Seven: New Beginnings.

-Sam-

And so the famous boy band fell. The once biggest band in the whole entire world had vanished. Fell off the face of the earth, and no one really knew why. So rumors flew around about Louis and I having an affair. Also that Danielle and Lou had an affair as well. Which we all know were completely false. But that didn't stop the public from believing it. Other rumors floated around that the whole bromances and close relationships of the boys were fake. They said they were never really friends to begin with. It was all for show. But no one in there right mind could say that these boys friendships weren't real. Nothing really seemed real anymore.

The past few weeks Harry had been staying at his own flat. He called or texted every so often, made it to a few suppers but that's all. He's been so busy. Countless interviews, TV appearances and radio shows. I felt awful. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing or hearing anything about the break up. After all, they are...were the biggest boy band in the world. It just all doesn't feel real. I would never see them in concert again, I would never go to another press conference, or photo shoot. It was over.

Since Harry had been really busy, I've been helping him out with out with sorting his emails, texts and letters. He had tons of offers from record labels and modeling scouts. I could never see Harry going on a tour without his boys, but I could see him take a few photos here and there. I mean he's beautiful. We haven't really talked about what's next. This house wasn't big enough for all of us to live in, and Harry's isn't either. My dream would be to move back to America, live by the beach and be happy. It's strange living so close to Lou, it just wasn't the same. Nothing was ever going to be the same.

My bedroom door opened and Harry came in dropping his duffle on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to me in silence. I watched his blank expression, and worn out eyes. He scrolled through his emails and calls aimlessly and I turned down the TV.

'Hey,' I said placing my hand on his thigh.

'Hey,' he said quietly.

'You alright?' He laughed. But he wasn't amused.

'We had too delete the One Direction twitter today. Change our passwords, turn in our phones,' he said.

'I have a new number so I'll just text you,' he muttered. Moments later my phone buzzed on the night table.

'We had to delete all our websites. Tumblr's...Facebook pages...'

'Im sorry love.' Harry had closed his eyes and placed his phone on his stomach. His head rested against the backboard and his arms crossed his chest. He didn't speak. I focused back to the TV screen, and finished watching the rest of my episode before he spoke again.

'Sam?' His voice cracked. I looked over at him and saw his reddened eyes, they were glazed over. I felt my heart pick up. I felt my heart sink to the ground.

'Its really over,' he said mostly to himself before getting up. He went to the bathroom and stayed for a while. That's when I began crying. I had never seen Harry cry before, only once when we were nine. He broke his arm during his soccer game.

But when he looked like this. So helpless. I couldn't help but feel helpless to. Because whatever Harry felt, I did too. He returned after a shower, his beautiful ringlets were swept to the side and he only had a pair of athletic shorts on.

'Have you been crying?' He asked before turning off the lights.

'I hate seeing you like this Harry!' I said wiping under my eyes.

'I want to help you but I know I can't and it kills me.' He crawled under the covers and turned his back to me.

'I am sorry,' he whispered.