Broken Charms

Madrid's Little Things: Part One

(A/N) hi, everyone! how's your summer so far? well, here is a new chapter! i'm sorry for the lond wait! this time this chapter is dedicated to @bitzyboo1! i wnat to thank her for her support on my story! so thank you so so much! it means the world to me! :) i hope you like this chapter! please comment and vote, if you like! i'd love to know what you think of the chapter! :) See You Soon! :) take care!

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“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

---Harry---

Have you ever had the feeling where you could see your loved ones hurt and being alone but you can do nothing about it? Well, if you do, then you’ll know how I felt after Verona. I didn’t know what to do or if I should do something.

Astrid was a mess. Anne wasn’t talking to her since she was still mad at her for yelling at her out of nowhere. John had quitted in order to dance to London leaving her alone here the moment she needed him the most. He might be pissing me off all the time but she needed him especially in Verona. I could only imagine how much she was hurting that day. She was lost in her memories. They had consumed her.

After Italy she was constantly on the verge of crying. Elena wasn’t helping much either. I didn’t think she could be more annoying than she had been those days. She wasn’t only complaining but also she had tried to pick up a fight with Astrid. Unfortunately she had succeeded it most of the times. I hadn’t see Astrid more angry or more hurt for that matter. I felt that Astrid had enough. Sometimes I feared she might quit the tour and leave me.

Today we had all gone to a tour around Madrid but of course Astrid stayed behind like all the time. She didn’t even do her job right. She was there at the practices but she barely spoke. In fact she barely raised her head to see what we were doing. She was lost. I hadn’t seen her so lost or so distracted. Even when she had fought with me and John in the winter she had still been focused to her goal. Now she was just giving up. It wasn’t like her. That’s why Simon had chosen her. She wasn’t a quitter. She was fighter. At least she had been. Now she seemed desperate to leave.

Even at the shows she wore the earpiece to talk to us but she wasn’t speaking. She only a few simple compliments to let us know we were doing a good job. I missed her voice in my ear. Danny had replaced her, leading the practices and coordinating the dancers during our shows. Surprisingly he was even better than Astrid. I guessed talent ran in their family. He was always beside Astrid even though they rarely spoke. They would always sitting beside each other at the tour or he was always let her sleep on his lap in case she was tired. He was like Liam was to his sisters. Caring and protective. I guessed after her brother passed away he had stepped up and took his place. He had told me that he was living in U.S. and he only saw Astrid once a year but i guessed they had kept in touch.

Right now we were all backstage at the arena and Astrid was sitting on the sofa with her legs to her chest, beside her was Danny who was talking to Liam about something I couldn’t comprehend. I was paying my complete attention to Astrid, writing. She looked out of place here, at the backstage room where a never ending party was taking place.

She looked for once calm and serene, like somehow she was living into her own bubble away from the madness. She was writing a lot those days, in fact now that I was thinking about it, writing was kind of her hobby. She was always sketching or making notes for the routines of just writing. She had a black spiral notebook that looked like it would have been through hell and survived. Her hair fell down her shoulders creating a curtain around her face preventing to see how she curved her lip when she concentrated enough. I loved that about her. She frowned and curved her lip when she couldn’t find the right thing to say or do.  Right this moment she raised her hand and tucked her hair around her face uncovering her face. Her eyes trailed around the room for a second observing the noise around her like she hadn’t noticed the part around her.