Don't Let Me Go (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2

A/N: Here is chapter 2 I hoped you liked chapter 1. Enjoy :) -Amanda

Harry's POV the next morning

I wake up. I look around. Bathtub, ceiling floor, sink...... SHIT! I didn't die! I'm to scared to look at my arm but I have to anyway. I look and dried blood is all up and down my arm. The cuts are just red lines on my arm. I quickly clean up the dried blood on the floor. Then I go into my room and put on a sweater, even though it's like 90 degress outside, I don't want ANYONE to know I cut now. I walk downstairs to get a bowl of cereal. Just then my phone rings. It's an unknown number I answer it anyway.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone. "Hey Harry this is Jake Phillips, I'm your new manager and your new 'Simon Cowel'. You have you first rehursal for your concert tonight in 30 minutes! Be there on time! Bye Harry!" He says and hangs up. Shit. I have 30 minutes to get ready! He could have gaven me more of a notice!

I quickly run upstairs and change into a white shirt and black skinny jeans, and a few bracelets to cover my cuts.  I get in my car and turn on my GPS. (A/N I don't know if celebs use GPS') I look at the adress he texted me and type it in. 

As I'm driving down the road I see my old studio, where me and the boys would record. I frown and then I think of all the memories and moments we've had and then I smile. I really do miss them, their laughs, their smiles, the way they would always make fun of me for having 4 nipples..... Harry! Stop it! Just forget about them! I drive down the road and turn into the parking lot of the studio. I get out and walk in to the reception desk. 

"Hello! Name please?" She asks me. "Harry Styles."  "Room 256." She says. I walk off down the hall to room 256. I open the door, and see a guy sitting there. "Hello?" I ask. He turns around. "Hey Harry I'm Jake the one you talked to on the phone. Thanks for being here on time." He says with a smile. He looks about 30 something. "So where do I start?" I ask really confused. "Uhh well Harry you only have one song so just practice the song a few times and then we will go over more songs and stuff like that." He tells me. "Ok?" I say. I walk and sit down on the chair in the corner and just practice the song a few times like he told me to. Isn't this what soundcheck is for? I keep practicing, and practicing. I finally finish the song for the 10th time, and then we work on different songs. So far they all suck. I finish up will that shit and then go to the dressing room for my concert tonight. It's weird to say 'my concert'. I get dressed,my hair and makeup done. I always hated makeup. I mean I'm a dude, not a girl. I go out on the 'stage' and say stuff like 'oh thanks for coming' and 'i love you guys' even though there were only like 200 people which is alot, but not as much people in the arenas with One Direction. I sing my song 'Don't Let Me Go' and the crowd just is silent. Some people in the front are Directioners with signs saying 'why did you leave one direction is not one direction anymore' and 'we hate you hope your happy'.

My eyes start to water and I can't even finish the song. I run off the 'stage' and run back to my dressing room. I change back into my clothes and get into my car, and drive off back to our place. I still live with the guys but they don't go near me.

I now have my own bathroom and they put a t.v in my room so I don't have to use the livingroom anymore.  I go into my room and open my laptop. I log on to twitter. I notice I lost 3,000 followers. I look at my mentions, Directioners are saying for me to die and that they hate me and that I should stay out of the band that I'm ugly a womanizer and that I should go fuck myself. I look at the screen in horror. I start to cry. Why do my own fans hate me? All I did was write a song that was supposed to be an extra track on the new album. I crawl to the corner in a fetail postion hugging my knees. Loud sobs escape my lips. I just sit there and cry.

Louis' POV

I walk with the guys back into the house. "Guys I'm gonna go to the loo be back in a sec." I say. I walk up the stairs to our bathroom. Me and the boys share two while Harry has his own. I'm really not mad at him anymore, I talked to Sam about it and he said it was for a bonus track for the new album, but I told the boys and they didn't believe me. I feel so stupid about saying those things about Harry. I get out of the bathroom when I hear crying, make that loud sobbing. I make my way to Harry's room. I open the door just a peek and see Harry in the corner crying with his head in his knees almost hugging himself. 

"H-harry?" I stutter. He looks up eyes bloodshot from crying. "L-louis" He asks back. "Harry what's wrong." He doesn't say anything he just points to the computer screen. I look at it and my eyes start to water. How can they say those things about him? My HAZZA! "H-harry I'm s-so sorry. I-i'm not mad a-at you a-any m-more." I say crying myself. "R-really?" He says kind of in shock. "Yes Harry I will try to get you back in the band ASAP." I say to him. "Thanks Boobear. I really did miss you." "No problem and I really did miss you to. I just have been having a really bad few days...." I say to him. "What happened?" He asks me. "Uhh Eleanor and I broke up. She said I was to childish and that I didn't make any commitments." I say with pain in my voice. "Louis I'm sorry, I hope you find someone special." He says to me with a smile. "Harry remember when I asked you who the song was about? Who was it about you said you couldn't tell me." I ask him. He looks up at me scared kind of. "Harry you can tell me I won't tell anyone." I tell him. "Fine. Louis. It's a-about....... You. Okay? I've been in love with you ever since the X Factor. When you got together with Eleanor it was the worst 2 years of my life. Louis I'm sorry if you don't feel the same way but, I love you." He says now standing up. 

"You love me?" I ask him surprised. "Yes Louis I do." I run to him and kiss him. Our kiss is deepened. He licks my bottom lip for enterance. I let him. We are now in full makeout session. We fall on the bed. He starts to unbutton my shirt. When then the door opens and Niall is standing there in the doorway. 

"Louis! What the fuck?" He asks. Leaving me and Harry frozen on the bed, terrified.

A/N: CLIFF HANGER!!!  Kinda. I hope you like this chapter. I have no idea where this story is going but I have a god feeling about this story. I hope you enjoyed! -Amanda :)