Harry's P.O.V.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hands to stop shaking. My trembling fingers dialed Melanie's number for the 20th time in a row. When I received her voice mail yet again I couldn't help but to get frustrated. My fist hid the wall with a thud when the door creaked open.
"You alright, mate?" Zayn poked his head into my bedroom.
"Yeah I'm fine I'll be out in a couple minutes." Zayn didn't get the message as he sat down on the bed next to me.
"Is this about that girl? Yeah? What's her name, Melanie?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I spat back.
"You like her don't you?" I nodded.
"And I'm guessing she saw the pictures from last night?" I nodded once again.
"I'm afraid I've lost her." I wiped the tears running down my face with the bottom of my shirt.
"Nah man, she'll come around." He put a hand on my back.
"No, you don't understand. I saved Melanie before we even met. I told her last night that I was going to sleep and then she saw the pictures. I told her to call me if she ever thought about hurting herself again but why would she talk to me if I'm the one that hurt her?!" I shouted back.
"She might be sleeping. Come on, let's not think like that. Let's go out for break feast, alright?" Zayn receded out of my room as I huffed myself off of the bed.
Maybe I was looking too far into this. I'll give her a couple hours and then I'll try her again.
In the van on the way to the diner all of the boys were acting extra cheery towards me. I'm guessing Zayn had clued them in on my situation. After many failed attempts to make me smile Liam spoke up.
"Harry, we know you're upset but you're going to have to put on a happy face for the fans." He spoke sternly.
I did as told forcing a smile for the girls that stopped us for a picture.
Melanie's P.O.V.
I felt a combination of pride and guilt when I looked down to see the blood dripping down my arm. Slowly, I felt myself drifting back to reality. My sense of hearing was coming back to me as I heard the woman on the TV mention One Direction. I turned my head just enough to see the pictures that were at view.
A picture of each of the boys smiling with a fan were being showcased. I felt my stomach tighten when I saw a happy Harry on my screen. My self hatred began to grow when I realized how much Harry has an affect on my life while I obviously have none on his.
I got off the ground and stumbled lightheadedly to my phone that was ringing from across the room. I was too dizzy to read the name so I unconsciously answered it.
Harry's P.O.V.
I tapped my foot to the ring of Melanie's phone once again praying she'd answer.
"Hello?" Melanie's voice cracked through the phone as she sniffled.
"Mel, it's me. I need to talk to you."
"Oh, Harry. W-what is it?" She suddenly put on an act once she heard the sound of my voice.
"Have you seen any pictures of me recently?"
"No.. why?" I could sense that she was lying but I figured I should just go along with it.
"I'm just curious. How have you been? I've been trying get a hold of you."
"What? You have? I.. I've been busy. I was out." She seemed dazed.
"Are you okay? You're acting weird." I asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to go. It was nice talking to you." She hung up fast.
The second hung up, I knew something was going on. There was no way she hadn't seen the pictures and she was acting strange. I packed up my bag and went out to the lobby where the other boys and Eleanor were.
"Lads, I'm going to check on Melanie. I'll be back for promo tomorrow at 8." I rushed out of the hotel calling a taxi.
"Want one of us to go with you? I won't mind." Niall followed after me.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." I said getting into the cab.
