After the fall

chapter 1

Harry's POV

   I hung up the phone and let it drop to the floor. My throat felt like it was closing, and my eyes stung. Why? I thought to myself. Why her? Why now? She was my everything. . . Throughout these two years she had seen it all. We'd seen the world together. She was there for most of my shows and had been the one who not only seen everything from the outside, but had also known what I had felt on the inside. The next thing I knew a chair had flown across the room and my fists were clenched, breathing hard. The door opened. Before the boys could see me I stole a glance in the mirror. My face was red and my eyes were bloodshot and wet, but I refused to let the tears begin to fall, because once they started they wouldn't stop and the fans counted on me. I wouldn't cancel this show.

   "We heard a loud noise, what's wrong mate? Why do you look like you've been crying?" Louis asked concerned. Behind him stood Liam who was biting his bottom lip, staring at me.

    "I haven't. I'm fine." It came out ruder than I meant, but if I couldn't be sad I felt angry. I should've told them, but I couldn't cancel the second concert of the tour. This was a big night and i wouldn't mess it up.

     "Well it's five minutes till the show. We need to make our way to the stage." I trudged along behind and we found the short platform that would carry us up onto the stage. We reached stage level and screams throughout the stadium in Canada. lights flashed throughout the darkened crowd as fans stood on their seats and waved posters. My mood was lightened. I tried to pretend as though the phone call never happened. We started with Best Song Ever. Some girl her hands into the air holding a poster saying 'I love you Marcel', so I blew a kiss at her, which then made her scream louder. Somehow, and i don't know how, i made it through almost half the concert. But then Right Now came up. That's when I lost it. "Right now i wish you were here with me. Cuz right now everything  is new -" I stopped. The words wouldn't come. I tried, but it was like something was blocking them from leaving my lips. Everyone stared, but I was lost in thought and memories. That phone call was real. Ava was gone. A car really did hit her. No more late night calls, and morning cofee walks. No more having her to talk to. How was I supposed to know that the last time we said goodbye would be the last. The girl I loved is dead. In my head all our plans for the future shattered. I didn't want to believe she was gone. I could feel the tears. All the energy just left my body. I felt no point in anything. The mic hit the floor, and I just walked off stage. Why the fuck would they call me before a concert? People surround me backstage, but I could hear their voices. I got to my dressing room and shut the door in their faces, locking it behind me. I found the nearest object made of glass and threw it. I couldn't even think straight. The mirror told me my face was red with a constant flow of tears falling down it. My head was pounding. I sat on the couch and tried to stop the tears. It was so sudden and she was so young, but isn't that how it always is. She's gone was all I could think. Something wouldn't let me beleive it. The boys were probably pounding on the door, but I couldn't hear it. The next thing I knew, I was asleep .