*alex pov*
I sighed as my driver pulled up along the curb to my house. Everything was just how I had left it and not like I could have posibly made the worst choice of my life...
The weather reflected my mood, cloudy, as though it could rain at any time. And seeing all of my things that I would have to put back where they belonged didn't help anything. Some of the green paint was left on the doors and I made a mental note to have them cleaned tomorrow.
I decided to leave all the boxes outside for the night and just go to my bedroom and toss and turn until the sun came up. I need to look for another job tomorrow also since I will not be working at hooters again.
I slowly make my way to my bedroom holding a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and changed into my pajamas. Every trace of today's tears was gone after washing my face and I crawled into bed and got ready to watch the football game that was on tonight.
The ice cream was gone in no time and the game was over in what seemed like only an hour. What in the hell am I supposed to do now?
I decided on deleting my twitter, since that was a huge part in all of this. But I sure as fuck wasn't ready to see what I saw.
@Harry_Styles: I hope you all are happy with yourselves. With the help of Modest you guys were able to drive away the most important thing in my life.
@Harry_Styles: Alex? If you see this just please let me know you're safe wherever you are.
My jaw dropped to the floor at all of the twitter mentions I was in I mean they knew I had been to an airport and even managed to get hundreds of pictures of me there. Harry needs to understand that I'm doing this for his own good, he'll thank me eventually...
With a few clicks my twitter was gone and i felt a huge weight lift off of my shoulders. I started to watch transformers and let sleep pull me in.
*Harry pov*
I havent left my bed since i got back to the hotel, at this rate i didn't ever want to get up again. Did i do something wrong? I loved her with every thing i had... Maybe it wasn't what she deserved but it's all i could give and for a little while i thought it would be enough. I thought it would help if i tweeted but all i got were pictures of Alex at an airport.
Damn managgement. Did they honestly think my misery would help keep the band together?
"Harry, you need to eat this isn't healthy," paul knocked on my door. Shouldn't he know it would be fucking locked?
"Get away from my door," i snapped at him.
"you come out or i'm coming in," I rolled so i was facing away from the door and waited for him to barge in, and i didn't have to wait long. Little did he know that as soon as he came through the doors i would bolt out of the room.
"Harry-" he sighed as he sat down but before he could finish i was running out and down the hallway of the hotel.
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I ran as far and fast as my bare feet could take me, and after about 10 minutes i found a little tattoo shop. I walked inside and went up to the first person i saw.
"I want to get a tattoo," i said and was quickly rolling up my sleeve so i could feel the pain on my arm like i did in my heart.
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