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Chapter 18

"Go away!" Harry shouted at my pounding against his door. But I wasn't giving up, no matter how many times he told me to leave. He was hurting, and had no one there to pick up his pieces. And although I was still very much pissed at him for cheating, he too was hurting and it wasn't fair to him to have to go through any of this alone.

"Harry, please just open the door." I softly spoke through the hard wood.

"I swear if you hit me again, Tatum..." Harry swung the door open, still shirtless. I took in his godly body before quickly bringing my gaze back up to his face. He slightly chuckled and I just pushed him into the bedroom.

"I'm not going to hit you, I just want to talk." I said, taking a seat on the fluffy bed that I use to love crawling into every night. He nodded his head, sitting across the room in a spinning chair. "First off, I want to apologize for hitting you, I shouldn't have done that."

"No kidding, you hit like bloody man. My face still hurts." He rubs the cheek that I had repeatedly slapped.

I smirked over at him, "Yeah, self defense is one of the many things my daddy taught me."

"Key word: self defense. Meaning, only use it when someone is attacking you, love." I cringed at the name love, but I slyly smiled at him.

"I'll take that into consideration." The room fell silent as neither of us really knew what to say. This was so uncommon with us the past couple months of us dating, we always had something to talk about. But ever since that night, things had been different. I wasn't really keen with talking to anyone except Niall and that really scared me. I didn't want to know what it felt like to have that constant empty void in your heart. I was 19 for crying out loud, I wanted to be able to roam free and live life to the fullest. I spent enough of my life moping around, I wanted to feel alive for once. And with Harry, it was a non-stop adventure. Everything was so unpredicatable and I loved it. He made me feel alive. But now here I am, back at square one.

"I know it must've been hard to see Niall always around me and what not, but you have to understand you hurt me more than you'll ever know. And he was the only one that was there for me that night, I honestly didn't and still don't know who to trust anymore."

He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes, Harry. I'm trying to be civil right now."

"But it's bullshit, because I didn't do anything wrong and you're sitting here shaming me for something you don't know anything about. You saw what you saw, but there's way more to it than you think."

"Okay seriously, I didn't come up here to talk about that."

"Oh really? Then what exactly did you come up here for?" He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

"First off, drop the attitude. And secondly, I came up here to offer my friendship."

He let out a hefty laugh, "Are you being serious right now, Tatum?"

"Yeah, I am. If we're not going to be together, I would at least like to be friends."

"I had no say whatsoever whether we got to be together or not though."

"You made it pretty clear that you didn't want to be in the relationship when you were shoving your tongue down that sluts mouth." I jumped up from my seat on the bed, ready to storm out of room. But Harry stopped me by standing in front of it.

"No, you don't just get to walk out again."

"Harry, move! Or else I will hit you."

"Give it your best shot, love." He patted his cheek. I dared to stare into his gleming emerald eyes as he challenged me. "Sit down." He pointed to the bed, turning me around to walk back over to it.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said, padding across the room and taking a seat on the mattress.

He just chuckled as he sat back onto the rolling chair. "What happened that made you think I told your secret?" Harry softly spoke.

I shook my head, "I still do think you told, I don't see who else could've." Crossing my arms over my shoulder, I glared over at him.

"Tatum seriously, I know you don't trust me because you think I cheated on you and everything, but I would not tell anyone about your dad. It's not my business to tell, so why would I?" He placed his hands against his knees, rolling his chair over to sit right in front of me.

"You had the motive to do so," I simply answered.

"The motive? You think just because you broke up with me that I'd go around blabbing your secret? If that's honestly how low you think of me, you can get the hell out."

I shrugged my shoulders as I stood up and began walking over to the door. "Apologize to Niall, he doesn't deserve your shit." And with that I marched out of the room and down the staircase.

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It was finally Friday and the closer the time for the meeting with Simon came, the more the anticipation gnawed away at me. What if he wanted to release me? What if I wasn't what he was looking for after all? So many question crammed my brain, it was nerve racking.

The Range Rover had finally pulled up in my driveway, after what seemed like days of waiting. All the boys except Harry greeted me, and I gladly responded to them all. I had honestly missed being around them. Their presence could lighten up any bodies day, and I was glad to have them in my life.

"We've missed ya', haven't we Harry?" Louis teased, earning a middle finger from him. Louis lunged over and tackled Harry against the window, and repeatedly kissed his cheek. I threw my head back in laughter as Harry pushed him away and jokingly wiped Louis' kisses away, causing him to pucker out his lower lip.

Louis turned to me and threw his arms around my neck, "You still love me, right?"

"Always, Lou." I ruffled his hair a bit as he gracefully peeled away from me.

"What'd I say about touching the hair, woman?"

"I specifically remembering me not giving a shit what you said about touching the hair," He pointed his finger at me, warningly and I just laughed.

The rest of the car ride was pretty silent, besides from the occasional debates Louis and Niall would have over anything and everything. When we had finally pulled up in front of Syco headquarters, we all piled out of the car. I stood beside Niall the entire way up to Simon's office.

To say I was scared would be a complete understatement, there were so many questions swimming around in my brain that I couldn't even think straight. Niall must've sensed my discomfort because he squeezed my hand, "It'll be alright, love." When I noticed a pair of eyes glaring at us, I snatched my hand away from Niall's.

Harry pushed past the rest of us and barged into Simon's office. "Have a seat," he pointed at the chairs placed out in front of his desk. We all followed orders and sat down. "Alright, I'm sure the boys know exactly what I'm about to say but Tatum, you don't."

I nodded my head but stared over at Niall, he had told me he didn't have any idea what the meeting would be about.

"You all are going on a seven month tour together." He folded his arms over his desk and leaned towards us. My eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when those words left his mouth.

"WHAT!" I finally managed to spit out.

"Seven months. On tour. All six of you. Together." He slowly spoke so I could comprehend.

I turned around to look at the boys' expression, they were all smirking at me as I excitedly moved around in the chair. This was huge. I was going to be away from my home for seven months, this all just felt so surreal. "You guys are going to start rehearsal and such in a couple days, so start preparing for that. And in a month," He filed through a few papers clipped together before contuining, "you'll be heading to New Orleans."

A/N: All the following tour dates are made up. I'm just choosing random cities and venues for the story!