Aimee's P.O.V.
"We're like na na na
Then we're like yeah yeah yeah
Always like na na na
The we're like yeah yeah yeah"
The boys had just started their latest concert. Meghan and I were backstage. It was just like old times, like when we went on tour with them.
As they sang the chorus, something clicked in my head. I nudged Meghan who looked at me "This is like you and Liam. Always like na na na then yeah yeah yeah." I smiled.
"Well done Captain Obvious, I realised that like months ago..." She said, rather harshly. I stuck my tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes and focused back on the boys. The Italian fans were going crazy.
"You wanna party too late
But when I do the same all you do is complain
You know that it drives me insane
But when I get with you girl you make it okay
We make up and we break up all the time"
Liam looked over at Meghan when he sang that line. He winked at her and she blushed.
"N'awwh!" I grinned at her.
"Fuck off! You're really bugging me today!" She yelled.
"Jeez, calm down." Meghan huffed and moved away from me. Someone's on their monthly.
~
"That was amazing guys, well done!" Meghan had changed her tone by the time the concert had finished. She hugged all the guys and kissed Liam. Harry came straight over to me.
"You ok babe?"
"Meghan's being a moody bitch today."
"She was fine earlier?" I shrugged my shoulders as the boys got changed back into their own clothes. We piled into the 1D van and drove back to the hotel. We all went our separate ways. On the way though, I heard Meghan and Liam talking.
"Why don't we tell the fans soon? It's been a month now." Liam said.
"Yeah, whatever." I brushed Meghan's moodiness out of my mind as Harry and I walked into our room.
Meghan's P.O.V.
"Are you ok?" Liam asked.
"I'm never better, why?" I snapped.
"This morning you were fine - even with a hangover. Now you're being moody." Liam moved back, obviously thinking I was going to slap him for calling me moody. I sighed. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Everything and anything was annoying me right now. I've been like this before though...
"Megs!" I jumped out of my thoughts as Liam clicked his fingers in front of my face.
"Sorry... I'm fine." If Liam knows me well enough, he'll know that means I don't what to talk about it. There's nothing to talk about, if I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm just tired.
~
I woke up and looked at the clock. 3:17am. Great. I got up and pulled a bottle of water from the mini fridge. I didn't feel tired. I flicked through the TV to find something to watch. Surprisingly, there were no programmes on at 3 in the morning. It was all those like 20 minute long adverts advertising crap products that will "change your life".
I rummaged around in my suitcase, looking for my iPod. Something sharp poked my hand. I cursed under my breath, careful not to wake Liam.
I pulled all my clothes out to find the source of the pain. There, glistening in the light coming from the street lamp outside the window was a small blade.
It wasn't just any old blade though, it was what I needed. You're all thinking I'm crazy right now, aren't you? You don't understand though. No one does.
The last time I felt like I do now, was the start of my depression all those years ago. I thought I had gotten over it, after Zayn helped me last year, but it's slowly creeping back into my life as of this moment. As soon as I laid eyes on the blade, I knew it would help me. I had one of those strange moments where there was a little devil on one shoulder, and an angel on the other. In my head, the little devil was telling me to use the blade. The angel was poking at my heart, telling me to get a grip.
"You're happy Meghan. You have the life you've always wanted. You have a gorgeous boyfriend, amazing friends and a dream job. Liam told you he loves you today. Don't disappoint him. Don't throw that all away with a stupid little cut." Then the devil chipped in. "Liam wants to tell the fans about your relationship. You're going to go through hell again, like you did last year when they found out. They're going to hate you and make you feel awful. Just use the blade and everything will be ok."
If anyone had heard what was going on in my head, they would think I was high as a fucking kite right now. I was still mentally debating with myself when Liam scared the absolute shit out of me. "Megs? What are you doing? It's like half 3 in the morning."
I threw the blade back into my case and piled my clothes on top of it. "I, uh, couldn't sleep. I was looking for my iPod." I lied.
"It's charging beside the dressing table."
"I knew that..." Liam chuckled lightly. I got back into bed to be pulled into his arms. I could feel his abs through my pyjama top, that's how close we were.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked quietly.
"I am now." My voice was slightly weaker than what I expected it to be. I put on a weak smile to try and cover it up. Now that I know where the blade is, I need it. I need to use it. I need to get rid of the pain.
Harry's P.O.V.
Aimee and I were still awake. It was almost 4am. We were having such a cute conversation. That's when the best ones happen, in the little hours of the morning. We were talking about moving in together when our tour finished in a few months. I decided to show her what it was like. I pulled it up on my phone and showed her.
"Oh my god harry, it's huge!"
"I think it's perfect." She nodded in agreement. I can't wait to move in. We'll finally feel like a proper, serious couple living together. And the best part? I knew Aimee felt exactly the same. Everything was all happy until Aimee brought me back down to reality.
"What if my parents don't let me move in with you?"
"Why wouldn't they?" I asked.
"Because, they're just weird like that. Mum will have an emotional breakdown about how she doesn't want her "baby girl growing up and leaving home" and Dad will lecture you on something." I hadn't thought about this part.
"Babe, everything is in place. The furniture and everything. All we need to do is put our clothes in."
"You don't get it Harry. They won't let me do it because they want me to do things like this on my own. I can't let you buy the flat for both of us. They would want me to pay my half at least." I sat up a bit and looked into Aimee's eyes.
"Don't worry about it. I'm happy getting it for the two of us." I smiled.
"Ugh. You don't understand." Aimee ruffled around the quilt and lay down.
"Make me understand then." I said. There was silence. She was ignoring me or sleeping. Either way, I hate going to sleep when she isn't speaking to me. It doesn't happen very often - but when it does, I know I'm in trouble.
