Broken

chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Hurry up Louis," Harry called, "Paul and everyone are waiting for us."

"Ugh," Louis said, walking into the room, "I thought we were on vacation. Why do we have to do a bloody signing?"

"I thought you loved signings," Harry said, "you always love talking to the fans."

"I know, but I'm really tired," Louis mumbled, "I had trouble sleeping last night."

"That explains the bags under your eyes," Harry smiled.

Louis just glared at him. A second later there was a loud knocking on the door. The boys opened it, only to find an angry looking Paul.

"Are you two ready yet?" He muttered, "we're already late as it is."

The boys mumbled apologizes and followed Paul to the van. The drive to the signing was quiet. Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam were whispering their plan to talk to Paul. Harry had his headphones in and was looking out the window. Soon they arrived at the building where the signing was taking place. They walked through the crowd of fans and made their way to their temporary dressing room. They all proceeded to grab their clothes off the rack and get changed, Harry had of course gone into the bathroom. Once they were changed they took turns getting their hair and make up done. Why they had to wear make up for a simple signing was beyond them.

"Your turn Harry," Lou called, cheerfully.

"Hello Lou," Harry said, sleepily.

"Hello Harry," Lou said.

She took a look at him and frowned, "are you feeling alright? You are awful pale and you look extremely thin."

"I-I'm fine," Harry stuttered, "j-just tired a-and cold."

Lou frowned, "cold? But it's really warm in here and you have a jumper on."

"Lou I really don't want to fight," Harry sighed.

"Alright you win," Lou said defeated.

She brushed out his hair, noting the fact that quite a bit of his hair went into the brush. She also noticed that his hair was thinner and obviously brittle. She frowned, once again, and ran her fingers through his hair, applying gel. When she took her hands away from his head she gasped.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, nervously.

"Harry," Lou demanded, "how long has your hair been breaking so easily and falling out?"

"I don't know what you are talking about Lou," Harry lied.

"Yes you do Harry," Louis jumped in, "whenever you take a shower there is always a shitload of hair at the bottom of the drain and I've noticed whenever I touch your hair I end up with a clump of it in my hand."

"It's not important," Harry grumbled.

"Harry this is important," Lou said, "obviously something is wrong with your body. Obviously you're sick."

Harry stood up from the chair, furious, "THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME. JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE SO I CAN GET THIS BLOODY SIGNING DONE WITH!"

He stormed out of the room with a loud BANG! Leaving Lou and the rest of the boys standing in shock.

"What just happened?" Lou asked.

The boys sighed and Louis fished the paper with Harry's symptoms on it out of his pocket. He handed it to Lou and she looked at it questioningly. As she scanned the paper her eyes widened.

"Are these really Harry's symptoms?" She asked, her voice quivering slightly.

"Yes," Louis answered, "do you have any idea what it could be?"