Little broken birds {ed sheeran & One direction fanfiction}

Chapter 32

Harry’s POV

I got off the phone from management, feeling like I wanted to punch Simon in the face.

Why would he make me do this? Cloe is gonna kill me!

I lost control, and just let all my anger out.

After a moment there was the sound of feet running through the house and then 5 guys and a girl ran into my room.

“Harry what was…. Oh my god what have you done to your hand?!” Screamed Izzy, before running to get the first aid kit.

Ed grabbed my hand and led me over to sit on the bed.

“You alright mate?” He asked worriedly.

“Just stressed out with management.” I muttered.

He nodded in understanding, but he would never really understand completely. He had a lot more freedom, considering he’d got the labels to come to him rather than begging, so he had the control over just about everything. One direction on the other hand…. We might as well have been puppets.

“Wanna talk about it?” Asked Liam from my other side. I hadn’t noticed he had sat there.

“I’m not allowed to.” I groaned.

“It’s alright. It will get better eventually. But you know we’re here for you, we’ve all dealt with shit from management over the last couple years. They made Niall break up with Celia cause they wanted him to be the single one, and they made Zayn pretend to be with Perrie so that both groups could get more publicity. Once you can talk, we’ll help figure it out alright?”

“It won’t be alright. Cloe will hate me for what I’ve gotta do.” I almost added that Ed would as well, but that would have given away too much.

“Well, don’t worry. I’m sure they know what they’re doing.” Niall sighed.

I sure hope they do.

Cloe is one of the best things to ever happen to me, and Ed has become one of my best mates.

And Izzy is my best mate. This will ruin that.

They will all hate me because of what I’m going to do. But it won’t even be my bloody fault.

But they weren’t allowed to know that.

Iz came back in and washed my hand before bandaging it up.

“If the swelling doesn’t go down we should probably go to the hospital… It could be broken.” She said.

“It doesn’t hurt like it did when I broke it before.”

“It might not do. I once broke my arm and I didn’t realise until 3 days later because it wasn’t hurting that much.” She stopped talking and just looked at me.