Privacy [completed]

TWENTY-SEVEN| here is love?

HARRY

I remember that stage I performed that night, it was the worse I ever did and the worse I've ever felt. I let down the fans who have been waiting to see me. I felt terrible. It was all because of her. It was her fault.

But I missed her so much.

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Getting off stage today was a relief. I gathered my things and got in a separate car from the guys. I had immediately dialed my angels number immediately. She had to explain this to me. I couldn't breathe without her explaining it to me. I wouldn't be able to live. That's what I thought.

When she answered, my emotions shot though the roof. "What did I do wrong? Baby, please tell me!" I had cried.

She was silent.

"What is it?! Please, don't let me go!" I cried feeling the tears rolling down my face. I think back now and wonder why I was so upset.

"It's me," she muttered.

"Before I left a couple days ago, you told me nothing was wrong. Baby, what did I do because it's not you, it has to be me!" I spoke with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Please don't do this," I said trying to muffle my cries.

I wished she was with me. I wished she was right here beside me hugging my body. I wished she would've hugged me back, even if it was just once. I wanted us to live happily ever after. I loved her so much! Or so I thought.

She didn't say goodbye but only ended the call. I want her to be with me so badly. I need to know the problem and she's not going to tell me.

Harry: please tell me what's wrong with my angel

Siena: she's not happy

Harry: are u busy?

Siena: no, seasons over. We lost and don't leave South Carolina for another day

Harry: sorry...same hotel right?

Siena: yea. Don't fly out here

Harry: I need to see her

Siena: she's not here

Harry: Where is she?

Siena: w/family

Harry: pls tell her I miss her

Siena: will do

Harry: chat later Si

Siena: okay

I closed my eyes and prayed that this isn't the end of us. Something happened to her, and I want to know what. I wish she with here with me.

"Harry, you have an interview tomorrow morning," said Sam and he handed me a sheet of paper. "Look over these interview questions that they'll possible ask."

I took the sheet and half the questions were about my angel. Some were about the new album. But her name continuously appeared on this sheet.

"Okay," I said.

"Any questions they need to take out?" Sam asked.

"None at all. Thank you."

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