the bad boy

The after pain

It's been four days of me laying in my bed hurting myself. I've been drinking every possible drink, and smoking or snorting any drug I can find. I even cut myself. My eyes weren't the normal shade of green that they were usually like, they were more dull. Probably because I was crying.

I stumbled out of my room.

I had to meet the guys for a meeting, another boring meeting.

******

I walked in to see all the boys in a circle.

"Hey mate"! Niall said.

I groaned the sound of his voice hit me. It was annoying. Wow I've never noticed that before.

"Are you okay"? Liam asked.

I gulped and sat down.

"Why wouldn't I"? I asked.

"Well...You've been crying",

How could he see? I have my black ray bands on.

"Not at all, there's nothing to cry about". I coughed.

"Jessie". Zayn said.

"You miss her", Niall added.

"And your blaming it on yourself". Louis said.

I looked down and scoffed.

"No, I don't! Now stop focusing on me, aren't we suppose to have a meeting with Simon"? I said. Niall's head looked down to the floor.

"Yea, he should be here soon".

I nodded and pulled out my phone. I haven't been on it since I got the call that Jess, was in the hospital.

I wish I could just delete these memories out of my brain. Completely.

"Hey boys! We have to talk about the tour".

We all nodded.

I don't feel like talking at all.

"Well we will be leaving quiet soon, as you may know. I need you to all pack tonight, and we will be flying to L.A tomorrow night. And will start the tour from there". He explained.

I hate when he dose this shit! First he springs the shit on us, then he says we have a week to pack.

"I thought you said we leave in a week". I said.

"Well things change Harry". He said.

I shook my head.

"Well I'll see you boys at the airport tomorrow night". He said and said his goodbyes.

I waved to the boys and walked out of the studio. I can't take this pain in my heart, and Marcel, will have to stay with mom. For two fucking months.

Geez my life sucks.