It Started With A Game -5 Seconds Of Summer- (DISCONTINUED. SORRY GUYS.)

Chapter 36

"You're joking right?" Dad's voice was shaky as he talked to my Uncle in the background who sounded like he was crying. I don't know what's going on but I'm freaking out. I'm rolled up in a ball on the floor about to cry while everyone is out having a blast.

"No!" My Uncle's voice sounded strong yet weak, if that makes any sense at all.

"Eva Hun, I got to go." Dad spoke up his voice shakier than before. "I love you."

"Bu-" My sentence was cut off by the sound of a beep indicating my dad had hung up on me. I angrily hit the end button and threw my phone at the wall. I didn't expect it to break.. It just..

Happened.

Just like everything else.

Why is everyone lying to me, ignoring me? What have I done wrong?

Michael and I got into a fight the other day and we ended things. He's been ignoring me since then and I've been frustrated with everything going on. I've started recording, which is terrible if I must add. The people are pushy and my voice is becoming weaker. My throat is scratchy and everyone is just pushing me out of my limits.

I hate this. I hate everything about this. Why did I even agree to come? Who knew singing could be this complicated.

Harry and I have been talking lately. I've told him about my dreams after he promised not to tell anyone. I've told him about my memories here and how it's killing me just remembering them. He's comforted me a lot.

Brandi and Niall have decided that going public at the moment would be a great idea, so that's what they did at One Direction's last interview.

Calum and Erin have become more lovey dovey which is awkward for me in my situation. Same goes for Luke and Melanie.

Leah and Ashton have been... Well I don't really know about them. All I know is they are still the immature one's I came to love.

Michael has been sneaking out lately. He thinks no one knows, but I do because I'm always by the window looking at the people walking the streets at night and he just tends to show up.

Louis, Liam, and Zayn have been working on more songs.

El had to go back to school. Perrie had to go back to her career, along with Dani.

So here I was, like the loner I was; sitting on my cold bathroom floor tiles about to cry for reasons I didn't even know.

All I know is everything was getting to me. It was to much.

I grabbed my iPod turning on Too Much by All Time Low and sat against the wall letting the tears fall.

(Harry's POV)

I groaned as I pounded on Eva's door. She won't fucking answer! I hear her music, but it's like she's not even there. I stopped pounding on the door knowing Michael had the extra key to her room and immediately went to find him.

That wasn't even hard though. The hard part was getting the key from him. Mostly because he had a girl in his arms by the name of Cady.

But after he gave me the key to her room I instantly darted back to the elevator and headed towards her room. Once I was inside I followed the music; oddly coming from the bathroom where the door was wide open and Eva lay there crying. I took a deep breath scooping her into my arms and carrying her towards her bed.

I feel bad for her.. But I won't tell her that. She dosn't like the pity everyone gives her. It's easy to see she's so broken. I want to hate Michael for doing what he did, but I can't hate him; he's like a mate to me. But Eva is a friend to me, and he really hurt her. He didn't even tell her.

"Shh E, what's wrong?" I stroked her hair as she cried into the crook of my neck.

She shook her head wrapping her arms around my waist and letting out a breath of air.

"Eva, I'm not going to force you to tell me anything. But I know something is really hurting you. I'm not the smartest person, but an idiot would only miss it." I whispered. "So when you're ready you can tell me."

She sighed against my neck as the tears slowly started to stop but her breathing was still shaky and short. "Everything is confusing. I didn't sign up for any of this. Singing is hurting me, yet I love it. I don't know what to do. My dad called and ended it quickly because my Uncle was crying. My Uncle never cries. The dreams are getting worse, they are more graphic. The memories are still there but they don't hurt as much anymore. Michael's hiding something from me. What's happening Harry." She choked out pulling away from me with fear shining in her eyes. I sighed cupping her face in my hands wiping her tears away.

"Singing doesn't hurt after so long. You just have to get use to it. If you love it, you should stick to it, see how it goes. And I wish I knew what to tell you about your phone call but I don't. I wish I could take the dreams away for you, but I can't. And the memories will always be there. And Michael.." I didn't want to tell her, it's not my place to tell her. It's Michael's place to tell her. But she's hurting so bad. It's adding to her stress, and I'm sure he wouldn't tell her any time soon.

"You know." She whispered. "Everyone knows, I can see it every time they look at me. What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, love." I mumbled. "He did."

Confusion flashed before her eyes. I couldn't tell her. It would hurt her more..

But then again, so would not telling her.

"I want to tell you Eva." I started looking away from her eyes. "But I can't. It's not my place to tell you. All I'm saying is he made a stupid mistake and he knows it but he's going with it anyway. I'm sorry." I could feel her eyes bore into mine before her bed lifted up slightly, indicating she stood up. Feet pattered against the floor boards and a door slammed. I groaned looking at the place where she once sat. Fuck Michael for making this so complicated.

(Eva's POV *Sorry for switching POV's on you, I know they get complicated. And I know I hate when people do that so yeah.. Sorry. :(*)

I took the elevator to the main floor and exited the hotel. I was beyond pissed.

I understand what Harry was saying, but no one would tell me. Michael is ignoring me. Everyone acts like everything is okay, but everything is not okay.

I just want to scream out to everyone that I want everything to be over, and when I say that I don't mean my life. I want all the pain to go away so I can be happy. But being happy seems to be against the law.

I didn't know exactly where I was going. I may have once lived here, but I don't remember every single place here.

I ended up at a park that was closed so I angrily marched away and headed back for the hotel. After I eventually found my way back it was completely dark and everything was silent. Well everything almost...

Screaming and yelling.

Not from just anyone.

From everyone of my friends.