Fame (1D)

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

•Harry•

"If you're pretending from the start like this,

With a tight grip, then my kiss

Can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again." I sang in the booth. We were in Philadelphia, and the tour manager, Lisa, thought it would be a good idea to get me in the studio by myself. She said it was for extra practice, but I knew the real reason.

We were all in a hotel in Atlanta, just sitting on the couch watching a stupid movie that Niall and Josh had forced us to purchase. We weren't really talking at all- the boys were all mad at me for that stupid magazine. Liam asked me to go get ice, so I walked down the hall to get ice. I came back and the door was locked- and they were all talking.

'What were they talking about?' You may ask. Well. They were talking about Alison.

Ali had texted them all, with an attached picture of that newspaper. Firstly- I had no idea how she even got it. Secondly- I don't know why she didn't ask me.

She was obviously pissed off at me. I could tell just how the boys had reacted. I took that opportunity to knock on the door.

Liam had opened it, and he was on the phone with Lisa, telling her what had happened.

And now here I am, singing alone in a booth while the boys are out, having fun.

"Which one is next?" I asked, sounding bored and emotionless.

"Which song do you want to sing?" Lisa asked me absentmindedly, her eyes focused on her phone.

"I really don't care."

"Sing 'Change My Mind'. I like that one." Lisa told me. I sighed and nodded, waiting for the guitar chords to start.

I began singing Louis' part, and then all the other parts as well. I liked the melody quite a lot, actually.

Singing this song reminded me of Alison- a lot. I wish I'd been around to change her mind before she's gotten on the plane. I frowned as I was singing- that sounded way too cheesy for me. But I needed some cheesiness in my life- it had all left when the girl I loved hopped on a plane because of me.

"Stop the music. Stop the music!" Lisa yelled. "Styles. Your girl is calling you." She said into the booth. I felt my eyes widen- I've never moved so fast.

"Hello? Hello??" I said quickly.

"Harry." She said quietly. I could immediately tell that she was crying, or at least on the verge of it.

"Ali? Are you okay?"

"Harry, I'm so sorry." She said, her breath coming short.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." I soothed her.

"This is all my fault. And- I'm so sorry."

"Love, you have nothing to be sorry for." I told her, moving away from Lisa.

"This is all my fault."

"Alison, don't talk crazy. This isn't your-"

"Camila tricked us." She said, her voice cracking.

"Wh-What?" I stammered, stunned. I gave Lisa a look, and then walked out into the hallway.

"That girl you left with in Mexico? That's my dance teacher. Camila hired her to show me that you're not good for me. And I fell for it, and I'm so sorry. I should've been more up to date, should've stayed with you... I should've handled things better than what I did. And I'm sorry."