Before The End (One Direction)

1. My First Poor Decisions

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Harry's POV~

Poor decisions do not generally start happy stories. Unfortunately for me, I have made quite a few poor decisions. I say "poor," but I don't think that "poor" is exactly the most appropriate word to describe them. Maybe "awful" or "absolutely downright fucking terrible" might come a little closer. That is the way I think about my lifes decisions when I lie awake at night wondering where things started to get as bad as they did. Its harder to comprehend it when I think that it didn't start with bad decisions on my part really, it actually started with an innocent date. Even as I think back to when it all started, I know there was more to it than the innocent date that I play it off as in my mind, but if I start to see the reality of it too much, it becomes harder to cope with. If I pretend I didn't know what I was getting into, then it becomes easier tell myself that all the bad things that happened weren't my fault and then atleast I can get out of bed in the morning. That's all I really want.

"So are you actually going?" He asked me the coldly. Zayn said everything coldly. I think that's just how he was. It wasn't mean, just vaugly hostile.

I shrugged absentmindedly from acrossed the room. "Maybe."

"You shouldn't," Liam interjected firmly. He had a voice that just oozed authority. He was sitting next to Zayn at the table with a dark look on his face. As I scanned the multiple faces of my band mates, I found that all of them shared the expression. Not a single one of them thought my speculated plans were a good idea."I don't like the sound of Cory... she has alot of bad publicity Harry." He turned his laptop so that I could see. Her wiki page described scandal after scandal. There was rumored drug abuse, leaked nudes, very public near violent mishaps.... the list went on. Unfortunately that just intrigued me more. I was fascinated to see the side of the celebrity world that I had been sheltered from. The world that the fabled ex french model Cory Bleu was all to familiar with. The more I thought about the possibilities that came with her, the more I found myself itching to pursue them. Plus, our manager had encouraged me to go.

"That chicks insane mate," Niall looked at me sternly. "Crazy vibes literally ooze off her." He himself had been the one forced to deliver her phone number to me.

I glanced across the couch to where Louis sat silently. He looked back at me and shook his head in a silent but clear "No."

A part of me wanted to listen to my band mates. In the past year of being in a band, they'd become the closest friends I'd ever had. I knew they looked out for me like I was there little brother and I knew that no matter what, they were only attempting to do what was best for me. I wanted to trust their judgement.

Two hours later however she was picking me up for our first date. She was tall and very skinny. She had long faded blue hair that draped down to her elbows in messy curls. Her eyes were dark, lazy and heavily penciled. She dressed like a mixture of a black clad biker and a Victoria secret model with her shirt skillfully ripped and shredded in a way that showed off the skin of her torso attractively. She had a small nose ring, and four piercings in her ears.

"Harry!" She squealed my name excited when I first wandered outside. She threw herself at me, hugging me as if I hadn't just seen her yesterday. She smelled faintly and pleasantly like booze. A few of these things should have thrown me off, but none of them did. I was nearly 17, she was nearly 20. Being the youngest in the band and the way she had chosen me from them only intensified the feeling of maturity and rebellion the entire situation made me feel. I was young, naive and I loved the attention.