[1/3] NEVER LEAVE ME│s.m

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Sage's POV

"Harry!" I call out, running into his room. I stop as he slowly spins in his chair with a wide smile. "What's up?" I ask with hesitation, as I feel like I've interrupted him with something.

He glides backward, allowing me to see his computer screen. I notice that he's live on Twitter, and my cheeks go pink.

"Come say hi!" he says, gesturing me over.

"Alright," I giggle, walking to him and kneeling in front of his desk. "Hi guys," I say into the camera, waving.

"In case you don't know her, this is Sage," Harry interjects, sliding back into view.

"I should let you get back to it," I tell him, stepping away from his computer.

"Wait!" he calls out, grasping my arm. I stop, a little shaken by his touch. "What?" I mutter.

"What did you want?" he questions, referring to earlier.

"Oh, I was just, uh, going to tell you that Sarah and Cal have gone out for dinner and I was hungry so I was gonna make tacos. Want some?"

"Of course," he chuckles. I smile at him, and walk off. I glance down at my feet as I make my way to the kitchen, noticing how I was in a tank top instead of my overheating sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. I giggle, making a mental note to put it back on anyways before I reappeared in Harry's room.

As I cooked the meat and heated up the tortilla soft shells I scrolled through Twitter, secretly popping into Harry's live show.

'Harry!!! Are you and Sage dating?? Because I totes ship it:))'
'That girl that was on Harry's livestream was absolutely stunning. Proud to call myself apart of the LGBT+ community for that'
'Oi, Harry, isn't that Simon's girl?'
'Everybody either ships that girl with Simon or Harry. I don't see it:/'

As if Harry was reading the same comment as me, he speaks up and says, "I mean, I don't get how you don't see it but alright." He chuckles, his eyes racing along other comments.

'That Sage girl is watching!!'
'Wasn't she supposed to be cooking for you, H?'
'She's such a stalker!! Ew, don't like it.'
'Can she be a little less obvious with her love for Harry, jezuz🙄'

"Oh, I see, she is watching. Um, Sazza, my food better not be burning," he warns. I giggle, but then my eyes widen. I shut my phone off and toss it on the counter, taking the chopped beef off of the stove and dumping the chunks evenly onto each tortilla shell.

I had placed two shells on each plate, knowing Harry would appreciate the quantity more than the quality, and top them off with cheese and some vegetables.

Pouring both of us a glass of milk, I slip my phone into the waistband of my shorts and take up the plates and cups as neatly as I can without spilling and carry everything to his bedroom.

I kick on the door, telling Harry my hands were too full to open it myself. I hear his footsteps thump to the door, his body coming into my perspective.

"Here, how's about I take mine?" he chuckles, grabbing a plate and a glass.

"Thank you," I lightly laugh, shutting the door behind me. "Still Live?" I ask as I sit on his bed. He nods, setting the dishes down before retaking his seat.

"I apologize for eating in front of you guys but I'm starving and lost a bet," he says, ploughing through his meal.

As I take a bite, I manage to ask, "Bet?"

He gulps down a swallow of milk and explains to me about how he lost a stupid bet with the Sidemen and in return had to go Live on Twitter for an hour. If he left the livestream within the hour, he'd have a worse punishment which he wouldn't tell me of. I roll my eyes, bashing on how stupid he was to take up a bet with the boys.

"I also told them to come over," he says. I look up, wide-eyed, with bits of taco in my mouth still.

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Yup." He sighs, rubbing his palms against his legs. "And they said that if they couldn't come over to see you, they at least wanted to record a game with you."

"Like GTA or something?" I question.

"Yeah. You could use my equipment, like my Skype and XBox to play with them..."

"Thanks, Hazza," I smile, finishing off my food and drink.

For the rest of the time, he talks to his fans about upcoming videos, without saying what his ideas were, and whether or not he would be coming to a certain city/country so he can meet them.

He stays on for a good amount of time after his hour's up, just chatting about everything he can think of. I think he should make this a regular thing, since he claims he might not be uploading as much as he'd like to because of editing and shit.

I had taken his plate and cup after quite some time past the hour of him going Live and washed up our dishes.

As I wiped my hands dry, my phone went off.

"Hello?" I answer, not bothering to check the ID before tapping the green button.

"Hi," a small voice replies softly. I furrow my eyebrows and decide to check the caller ID. My eyebrows are now raised in amusement, and I place the receiver back to my ear.

"What's up, Minter?" I question, tracing my finger along the patterns of the counter by the sink.

"I'm sure Harry's informed you of us coming over," he says, sounding not quite like himself.

"He has. Are you guys on your way?"

"Actually, we can't make it. But we're all down to play some GTA with you if you'd like."

"Do you want me to play or just the other guys?"

It's silent for a moment, and I take it as a hint that he didn't care if I played with them or not. I sigh, upset with how things have taken a wrong turn with us but tell him I'll be on whenever they're all together.

"Okay, cheers. Bye, Sage."

"See ya, Simon."

The phone line went clear and that's when I knew he was gone. I pull the phone away from my ear, letting my head hang slightly. Not being on good terms with Simon was stressing me out and made me a little depressed.

If he wasn't loving me, I didn't think anybody was or would. I felt alone, but didn't show it. I was too strong to let it show. I needed to be that strong.