Eight Months On A Tour Bus ~H.S/N.H~ Complete

21: Just Act Normal?

TRAILER OR WHATEVER ON THE SIDE AH

Chapter 21

Harry’s P.O.V

After the first concert of the American tour had been and gone I laid in bed awake. Guilt, pure guilt ran through me. I watched Cassie at the concert, she tried hard to contain her emotions, but when it came to Little Things she lost it, she told the fans she was just overwhelmed, but we all knew what it really was. Cassie crying is a big deal. So as soon as it was over she went to stay with the girls for the night, I locked myself in my dressing room and cried. I miss her, boy do I miss her. I almost flipped when Niall had returned to the venue with her before the show, an almost smile on her face.

It must be around 3 am here so it’s around 9 pm back home. After deciding I couldn’t sleep I got up, taking my phone with me. I looked at the other boys who were all crashed out. I needed to talk to someone; the guilt was eating me alive, seeing how destroyed Cassie was pushed me over the edge, I just couldn’t take it any longer with the heartache which I deserve, it should just be the beginning to my awful unforgivable act I committed. So as I scrolled through my contacts I clicked on the one name that would help me through anything. I clicked call making my way to the sofa.

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“Hello dear.” She chirped

“Mum.” I mumbled my voice cracking.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” She spoke quickly and caringly

“I’ve done something bad, so bad.” I whispered barely audible, regret lacing every word.

“Calm down Harry, tell me what happened.” She spoke softly

I went to speak but I walked into a small table by the sofa, knocking three –thankfully empty- cups over, I cringed at the loud noise before snapping my head to the bedroom. There was no sound of anyone waking up so I continued to tell my mother of the horrid dead as I took a seat.

“I thought Cassie was cheating on me with Niall.” I started

“Harry! That’s ridiculous. Why would you think that?” She sighed

“I saw tabloids, there was a picture and it looked like they were going in for a kiss.” I explained

“I’m sure they-”

I cut her off. “Mum, please.”

“Okay, sorry hunny, what were you saying?” She spoke, her voice calm.

“Well, that night we were going out to a club, I was so pissed off at the thought of it, I wasn’t thinking straight, I got pissed, and this girl…” I trailed off hoping she understood where it was going, and the gasp that left her lips told me she knew.

“Harry, you didn’t.” My mother tone was now shocked, with a harsh edge

“I did.” I croaked. “I slept with a random girl, trying to get back at Cassie.”

“Harold Edward Styles, how could you be so… so…”

“Awful, terrible, unforgivable, twatish, assholeish, inconsiderate the list goes on.” I spoke harshly

“Indeed it does, but as your mother, I’m here for you.” She spoke with a sigh.

“There’s more…”I whispered

“Harry…” She warned.

“I came back and broke up with her, but I haven’t told her, Liam found out and spoke to Niall, turns out they were whispering, which when I look back at the picture, it makes sense… You’re the only one that knows about what I did mum. She’s broken, so broken… So am I… I want her back, but I can’t do it, not after what I’ve done to her… this was just a break-up, how would she feel if she ever found out?” I spoke, full on sobbing by the end. “I’ve messed up so bad.”