Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

47. Crystal?

~Harry's P.O.V

I was still pretty upset.

I just couldn't get over how incompetent and disrespectful those goddamn fans and paps were. I mean, all the guys and I do is sing and make them happy. Why can't they let us have our families and our friends and our personal lives stay private?

The seven of us don't parade around with cameras and Sharpies, throwing ourselves at them asking for pictures and autographs. We don't waste our time getting on our Twitters, Instagrams, and Facebooks to send relentless amounts of hate and ridicule. We all know we're no better than they are, but for some strange reason they think the total opposite.

There's absolutely no way in hell that we would call the fans bitches, cunts, whores, sluts, bigots, skanks, assholes, bastards. Not a worthless waste of our time, or a sorry excuse of a man or a woman. Why waste our harmful and hateful words on the people that we want to make happy? You would think they'd ask the same thing in their heads, but I guess our happiness isn't as important as theirs.

And I already know that there were way more paps there that probably took photos and videos of my rampage, but at that point in time, I honestly cared none of everyone else that was around.

Respect goes both ways.

They didn't, and still don't, deserve the amount of respect I give them for years on end, just to be civil for my child/children. In fact, for the respect I've shown them, they owe me three times that amount, but have they given it? Hell no, they haven't. So why give away what isn't deserved?

That just shows I've wasted so much more energy than needed on giving respect to people that just want to ruin my life and everyone else's around me. Including my daughter and just born son. I understand that they do it for income purposes, but there are other, and less rude, ways to earn an income. Like being a contractor or a teacher, working as a damn prostitue. I don't care what they do as long as they're not making my life a living hell, then good luck to ya.

"Are you calm, now or do you want to go and keep making an ass of yourself?" I hear.

Even though I wasn't looking at her, I knew it was Aeron who had spoken.

I rolled my eyes and continued to stare, blankly, at the window.

It was cracked for the air to come in and showed various sights. People walking through the streets, buses stopping at benches, kids skipping through stores and looking for their parents.

I would never allow Anna or Gavin to be that far from me or Aeron. Since Anna has gotten older, she understands that she's to be only so far from me or her mother at any given time. It's usually a few yards. Normally less than two, but if Aeron and I are on opposite sides of stores, she's to be with one of us at all times.

At least she has the priveledge of picking one of us. It's usually me because she says that her mum is a very boring shopper.

Huh, go figure.

"Aeron, don't give me that 'you're being ridiculous' crap, okay? I don't want to hear it." I reply, putting my hand up and put my fingers on my temple, along with the other set, and started to rub them.

She sighed and I heard the hospital bed creak as she sat up.

"I'm not giving you that 'you're being ridiculous' crap, Harry. I'm giving you that 'you need to be more mature in a hospital because your son was just born' crap."

"Stop. Don't start. It's not my damn fault I missed Gavin being born." I say, quietly.

"I'm not saying that. Not in the slightest." She replied.