Chapter Three-Harry
10 missed calls
7 voice messages
5 messages
109464 mentions
I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the morning light that was now streaming through my window.
“Ugh.” I groaned, rolling over and throwing my phone onto the bed.
After a few minutes on lying with my eyes squeezed shut I picked up my phone again and began clearing the notifications.
Missed calls: Mom, Mom, Mom, Simon, Louis, Paul, Simon, Liam, Louis and Taylor.
Messages: Louis- Call me when you wake up, Harry-bear!
Liam- Studio today at noon.
Taylor: I’m in town. Want to meet up? X
Mom: Tried to ring you honey, you must still be asleep. Xxx
Simon: Be at the studio at 12, don’t be late again.
I ignored the voice messages and quickly cleared my twitter mentions before walking slowly to the kitchen and taking an apple out the fridge. Looking out the window I see a small crowd of girls wearing American flag printed shirts, they must be tourists. I wave from the window and they scream.
My phone on the counter begins blasting out Louis ringtone and I hesitate before answering.
“What’s up, mate?”
“We are starting the new album today!” he screamed, excitement obvious in his voice.
I rubbed my eyes and ran my fingers through my messy bed hair.
“But, we finished the tour for the last album only yesterday.”
“So what? I’m so keen! See you in an hour, Hazza!”
Before I could respond the line went dead and I was left once again standing in my quiet apartment.
Looking at the time I groaned before racing back to my room and…jumping into bed again.
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I woke up to see another rainy afternoon and slowly sat up, staring at the wall with an expressionless face. The room was dark and unwelcoming, sending shivers up my spine.
I knew how much trouble I was going to get in from Simon and the boys but honestly I didn’t care. I was tired of music. I was tired of being bossed around. I was tired of seeing the boys- as funny as they were. I needed a break, just a few days, maybe a week. I just needed a break.
“You are going to be in so much trouble.”
I jump and face the door, sighing in relief as I see Louis propped up against the wall. He must of let himself in with my spare key I gave him in case of emergencies.
“You know, I was half expecting to see you hanging from the rafters or dead on the floor due to a drug over-dose, Harry!”
He had raised his voice a bit and was now walking slowly towards me as I still lay spread out on my bed.
“I don’t know what kind of game you are playing right now, but we have a job, a job, Harry! A job that people expect us to do and you are making that job incredibly hard, mate! Do you know what that job is? Our job is to maintain the image of ‘teenage heartthrobs’, ‘Hollywood’s hunks’, and you are making it a damn lot harder than it already is!”
I wished he would stop yelling at me. Louis never got angry, not when I stole his spot on the bus’ couch, or when Niall ate the last of his gummy worms, or even when I borrowed one of his shirts and stained it. The point is, I had never seen Louis this mad, and as much as I wished unfortunately his anger kept rising, his accent getting thicker and thicker with every word.
“You, Harry, need to get yourself together before the Grammy’s next month! We have been waiting for that for too long and you will not ruin it for us, okay! Just stop. Stop ignoring fans! Come to the studio on time! Try atleast to answer questions! Go out with Taylor without causing trouble and arguing with management, it’s just a few dates, Harry!”
“You don’t get it!”
I finally allowed myself to break and turned to the shocked boy with my eyes filled with rage.
“I’m trying, Louis! Can’t you guys see that! I try every bloody day but sometimes enough is enough! I can’t do this anymore mate, mate.”
“What are you saying? Are you walking out on me and the boys?”
I kept quiet for a moment before shaking my head.
“No.”
“Listen, Harry, I don’t know what you are going through at the moment and I don’t know what it is that makes you not want to talk about it, we are your friends, but whatever it is it will sort itself out, mate, and maybe we’ll get the old Harry back. Maybe.”
I frowned at his words as we locked eyes and then as quickly as he came, he left. Without a word.
I sat down on my unmade bed again and placed my face in my hands before reaching for my vibrating iphone.
Simon:
You, Harold, are in a lot of trouble.
