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Chapter 26

Harry's POV.

The rush I felt after singing with Tatum on stage was insanely exhilarating. I loved that the fans got to see a side of our relationship that was real, and not the side the media makes us out to be. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't help but kiss her after the song ended, and I was really hoping the fans would understand and Tatum wouldn't get any shit for it. After all, I was the one that kissed her.

The boys and I crowded around the stage door as we listened to Tatum preform her last song. And just as we're about to turn the knob, a shrilling scream shoots throughout the arena. And a loud bang sounds from the stage and I'm through the door within seconds.

The fans were running in all directions while the guards tried calming them down. I rushed over to Tatum and she just stands there with a blank expression plastered against her face. "Tatum, what happened?" She blinked, not speaking a word as she pointed out into the mob of people. She was in shock.

But from what?

"Harry and Tatum you can't be here right now. Get back stage, now!" Paul shouted at us. Seeing as though, Tatum wouldn't move, I picked her up and carried her to my dressing room. I laid her out on the couch and hurriedly handed her a bottle of water.

"Babe, what happened out there?" I knelt before her and I ran my finger along her jawline.

"She here..." She managed to mumble.

"Who? Who's here, Tatum?"

"And she has a gun." My eyes widen and I was still confused as ever.

"She shot me." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, examining her entire body for any bullet wounds. There were none.

"No, she didn't?" I stated, cocking my head at her.

"Yes, she did! Don't you se-" Tatum felt down against her stomach and her eyes widen. "But I saw her pull the trigger, I heard a gunshot!" She proclaimed.

"Take these, I'll be right back." I stood up to retrieve two pills that would hopefully help to relax her, and placed them in her hand. And after that, I strolled out of the dressing room in search of Paul. I needed to know what the hell just happened out there. 

I walked around for what seemed like forever. I asked anybody in sight if they'd seen him and they all just shook their heads. I was growing impatient and frustrated. My fist were clenched at my sides; my knuckles growing redder by the second. Where the fuck could he be? I've literally checked everywhere. 

My hands shoved into my jean pocket to retrieve my phone and I quickly dialed his number. After a few rings, he finally answered. "What do you want, Harry?" His voice echoed throughout the phone.

"Where the hell are you? I need to talk to you, like now!" 

"If it's about what happened on stage, I can't tell you. It's not in my hands any longer." I heard shuffling in the background and I just figured it was him walking around. 

"What the fuck does that mean? What isn't in your hands anymore, Paul?" I was growing more agitated by the minute. I think I deserve answers considering the state my girlfriend is currently in. And the longer the story is being withheld from me, the more anger that was forming inside of me. 

"Ask Tatum, I legally can't talk about it. I'm sorry, Harry." He spoke before hanging. I stared at the phone in disbelief. I couldn't ask Tatum because she's too spooked at the moment. I wasn't going to be able to get answers from her anytime soon. My eyes widen as I figured out exactly where I'd be able to find out. 

I opened the Twitter app and began scrolling through my time-line, in search of any clues. And before I could even get halfway through it, my eyes scanned across a tweet in all caps with Tatum's user-name mentioned in it.