Change My Mind

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    "How you doin' lad?" Liam asked, patting my shoulder with his hand. I stretched my legs out on the sofa and listened to the roar of the bus engine,

      "Good, you?"

      "You know California's next." He replied, deliberately ignoring to say how he was doing. I quietly sighed,

     "Yeah I know, the crowds are going to be mental." I informed. Liam looked at me sternly,

     "You know the next concert is only going to be an hour and a half away from where Katie lives." 

        "Really?" I asked, quite annoyed. The guys had been bugging me a lot lately. They didn't want me to ever be left alone, one of them were constantly with me, and never left my side. I was always bombarded with questions about how I was doing and If I was okay, and truthfully, I wasn't. I wasn't okay. 

        It had been exactly four and a half weeks since I had seen Katie. Her image that had previously been burned in my mind was starting to fade away. I couldn't remember if her eyes were blue or light grey when they were in the sun, or if her one dimple was on her left cheek or right cheek. Of course I had plenty of pictures of the two of us, but I refused to look at them. They would only make my heart pain more. 

     I didn't want to feel like this anymore. I wanted to get over Katie, and the only way to do that, is to do exactly what she's doing to me. I have to forget her.

**

Harry:

     I stepped out of the bathroom, drying my wet hair with a towel. A yawn escaped my mouth as I tugged on a pair of grey sweatpants and pulled on a white v-neck t-shirt. I walked down the tiny hall of the bus, out to where Louis was lying on the black, leather sofa. I turned to examine him. His hands were covering his face, his hair a complete mess. I wondered if Liam reminded him that our next concert was in California...

        I walked over to him and sat on the edge of the couch,

        "Hey bud, everything alright?"

        "Fine." He replied back, his hands still covering his face. I didn't know if he was crying, or just annoyed. 

        "You sure?" I asked. He then sat straight up and stood abruptly off of the couch. 

        "Yes I'm fine! My god, don't any of you understand!?" He shouted. He ran his hands through his hair, his tired eyes widening. "It's not like anyone died! My girlfriend and I broke up, just leave me the hell alone!" Just then the rest of the lads walked out of the kitchen, "All of you!" He yelled again, "Just leave me alone." He then walked down the hall and ripped open the curtain to his bed. He got into bottom bunk and yanked the curtain closed. 

        Everyone was silent at first. Until Niall spoke up,

        "What in the bloody hell was that about?" He asked. 

        "Uhm, I have to go make a call.." I said. I picked up my phone from the coffee table and walked back into the tiny kitchen, which was the most secluded place other than the bathroom. I dialed the number and waited as the phone rang,

        "Harry?" She said on the other line,

        "Katie," I began, "I need to talk to you, in person."