Mute // hs.

Chapter 14

Alright. I updated again. Because you know. That's usually what you do to unfinished stories *le sigh* 

It's only been three days but you know. #yolo. XD DONT REPEAT THAT.

ANYWAY. I'm going to see how many votes and comments this can get. And whoever comments and votes on this chapter will all get a lovely reply back from meh ;D 

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"Harry, Harry!" 

Everything was dark. 

"Wake up!" 

There was no light. 

"HARRY!" 

My eyes opened quickly, a stuttered gasp inhaling upon instinct. I shot up, catching a glimpse of Louis on the way up. 

"What? What's wrong?" I groaned sleepily, untangling my sweaty fingers from Rebecca's sleeping ones to rub the tired from my reddened eyes.

"You're on the news, get up, get up!" Louis said quickly, pointing a shaking finger towards the television screen. He pounced over the coffee table to grab the remote and cranked the volume up, soon rousing Rebecca from her slumber as well.

"What's going o-" Rebecca started to say as she sat up. She quickly stopped herself; there was a picture of me and her kissing on the screen.

There was a title below the picture; "MYSTERY GIRL: WHO IS HARRY'S NEW FANCY?"

"Holy shit," I breathed, eyes widening in shock.

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU THINK THAT SNOGGING IN PUBLIC WAS SAFE?!" Louis shouted. "I was gone for five hours, five hours! And you've already gotten yourselves into trouble. Why am I not surprise- wha- Harry!" 

I stood up quickly, rushing over to turn off the television. This can't be happening.  

"Do you know how many of our fans are going to be heartbroken because of you? Harry?" Louis asked firmly, standing up as well.  

The fans weren't all I was worrying about. The fact that Rebecca's face was shown on television meant that her boyfriend Jake would have to find out sooner or later. And it's all my fault. 

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," I whispered, trying to keep my lip from trembling as I burst down the hallway and trapped myself in Louis' bedroom. My fingers reached up to knot themselves in my curls as I bit my lip. This was bad. This was so bad. Rebecca was in danger and now the papparazzi are going to be hunting us down and hounding us with questions, and it really doesn't help that we have an interview tomorrow. 

So all the while I sat there and my thoughts were with Rebecca. I had never been afraid of Rebecca getting hurt before except once, but as I sat there all alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company, I couldn’t help but let them wander. It surprised me how much these thoughts hurt. If I ever saw my Becca hurt I would be so sad and I would always do my best to help her.

After all, I loved her.

I was about to collapse onto the bed in defeat but was stopped by a soft knock. 

“Harry...?” Rebecca's always soft and slightly uncertain voice slipped through the silence.

I didn't reply. I was trying to hard to hold back the tears. Louis always said that I get emotional when it came to things like this, when it came to realising that what you did was a terrible mistake. I knew he was right of course, I do get emotional when it comes to me feeling as if I'm trapped and don't know what to do. But sometimes I wish it wasn't like this, like I could be stronger.