Tough Love

Chapter 9

Lauren: It has been a while. The 2 months were almost up, and I was excited and nervous to see Harry. We talked practically every day, I was thankful. My mom doubted things would work out, but we took things day by day. He was right, about rumors. They flooded in like a breached dam, somewhere true, and some where laughably wrong. I kept on the down low, but that was incredibly hard. I got talked to people I didn’t even know, and my Facebook and twitter were blowing up. Everyone knew about us, it seemed like. From the rumors, and pictures from that night at the park, it wasn’t hard to believe anymore. Everyone said the same thing to me, that I was so lucky and blah blah blah, but frankly I didn’t feel lucky. The secret I was keeping from Harry was growing heavier and heavier on my shoulders, and I knew it was almost time to tell him. People were suddenly ‘nice’ to me in school but I saw there cloying attitudes. The only one I truly trusted with everything that was happening was Rose; she was there from the beginning and probably knew my story better than I did. About a week till he returned, and everything was going good. Nothing about us really changed, but we grew stronger. I knew once they got back to America we would spend a lot of time together. Maybe this trip would really confirm something between us. I was driving 5 hours, to meet Harry and the rest of the boys at the airport. Plus, Danielle and Eleanor were flying in a week or so after that, which was added stress. Considering my age, and theirs, I didn’t know how much they would like me. I didn’t think that they would be rude or anything, but I don’t think I would necessarily be accepted into the ‘girlfriend club’ that they had going on. They seemed like best friends, and I frankly didn’t think that I was going to be a part of that, even though it would be a dream to be. I had my bags all packed, I was staying with then for 3 days, then driving back home, where in another few days we would reunite in New Jersey because of their tour. Also, I would fly out to Los Angeles for a week. At first it sounded like an amazing opportunity, but I was nervous to be honest. A whole week with the boys, Danielle, and Eleanor, just thinking about it gave me chills. The plane ticket to and from was complementary, because of the boys work, but I insisted on paying for it. Harry talked me out of it though, and after this trip it would be a long time till I got to see him again. Or maybe, if things got serious, I would fly out to where he was, maybe London or some fun place like that. However, there was a major road block in my way. I couldn’t drop my education; even though I was almost complete my junior year. Also, I couldn’t drop all my responsibilities here. Everything was going good for me, up until two nights before I was going to leave. It’s what I have been dreading. I knew it would come, because it came the first time. I realized in the middle of the night, and my mother did to, when she heard me crying. She sat down on the edge of my bed, and cried with me. She told me that I would be ok, and that I would get through. However, I had a recurring nightmare of the exact opposite. I didn’t tell anyone, but Harry. Not in detail, just that I was having a bad dream over and over. I woke up that morning and accepted fate, I knew once I saw harry he would know, but for now, I grinned and bearded it.

Harry: I stepped onto the plane which I would be traveling on for 14 hours. We left Australia and then stopped at the UK for a week and had a chance to see our families. Of course, my whole family knew about Lauren, through rumors, and me. I told them the whole story of how it happened, well I told my mom, and she went and told everyone. She was happy for me, and so was my sister, who was dying to meet her. I didn’t know when that would be, but I hoped soon. On the day we left for America, to do our tour, and more importantly for me, to see Lauren, my mother gave me cookies to bring back to her. I could tell my mother already liked her, and I was glad. The flight to the US was long, but I slept the whole way. My jitters woke me up, and I knew that I would soon see Lauren, for I told her to meet me at the airport where we were coming in from. The boys were also glad to see her again, im was very happy that they were becoming accustomed to her. Another thing I was a bit nervous about the other girls, Danielle and Eleanor. I kept telling myself not worry; frankly I didn’t know why I was worrying so much. Liam and Louis already talked to them and they said they were happy to meet me. The boys also reassured me that everything would be fine with her, and I kept telling myself that also. However, there was still a shred of doubt still lingering around in my mind, but I guess that was normal. I haven’t had a girlfriend in 6 months, and everything felt new and exciting again. I sat up and looked around the plane; no one was away except for Paul, who looked like he was doing paperwork or something. I wasn’t going to bother him, so I simply just stared out the plane window till I drifted back into sleep…

Lauren: I was completely freaking, I didn’t even think it was safe for me to drive, but eh. I didn’t know if I could do this, I should just leave. Make up a terrible excuse, and maybe he’ll believe it. I couldn’t, I brought this on myself by not telling him from the begging, and now he would have to know, they all would. Now the time had come, there were butterflies in my stomach and my head was racing. I felt like I was going to throw up everywhere. I arrived at the airport Harry had texted me too. He also alerted security and I got specially walked in. There were so many fans here, and they all noticed me. Nothing was shouted, no name calling, no nothing. They all just stared, great exactly what I needed. I was directed to the gate they were coming out of and I took a seat in a chair. I pulled my legs up to my chest and buried my face in my hands. I was probably sitting like this for a good ten minutes. Then I heard the flight attendant announce that the flight had arrived. The butterflies in my stomach grew, and it actually felt like they were gnawing on my insides. Everything stopped when I heard there voices, it was faint, but I heard them. They were coming; this was confirmed by screams of girls everywhere. I stood up, fixed my pants, shirt, and the beanie on my head. First I saw Paul, who was telling the boys that they could not stop to see fans. They boys exited all starting down at their phones, and my heart stopped when I laid eyes on Harry. Here it comes, everything I was holding in, would come right now. He stopped and looked around, then locked eyes on me. He same jogging over and picked me up in the biggest hug, I moaned a little bit because it hurt, and he realized. I was smiling so big, and then my beanie fell off, which reviled my perfectly bald head. He put me down, and then without looking at me picked it up. The life drained from his eyes when he set sights on me again. I was speechless, and so was he. I decided I needed to explain myself, but first I quickly grabbed the beanie out of his limp head and slid it back on my smooth head. I took his hand and started to talk, but my voice was so shaky and I stuttered over every word “I w-wanted to tell you b-before you left, but i-I just didn’t know how to-o and I-I know this is su-d-den, but I was going to tell you I promise.” I couldn’t find any other words to say to him, my looks pretty much explained it all. I broke my stare at the ground and looked at him, I had tears in my eyes; he looked angry, I wouldn’t blame, id feel the same way if the girl i was dating kept a massive secret from me. especially that she had Cancer.

Harry: I was baffled; I couldn’t keep my eyes from her head, which was bald. What was going on? What wasn’t she telling me? Why didn’t she tell me she was sick before she left? I was raged, but also frightened, I didn’t want to lose her. I couldn’t come to words, but I knew I had to so I started talking “So this was a good time to tell me? Now that you’re bald, and weak?” I couldn’t process all of what I said. I saw the tears in her eyes, I didn’t know if it was from my tone or from her having to explain herself to me. We just stood there, processing it all. I couldn’t take this, and I knew the tears were coming for me to. I wrapped her in tightly in my arms; I didn’t want to let her go. I was in shock, I couldn’t feel my body, and everything was trembling. I didn’t know how she was doing with all of this, but right now she felt safe in my arms.