unlike her // h.s [Completed]

XV

H.

Once I left Emery's house, I decided to go back to the hotel after staying with AJ for a week. The band doesn't even know where I've been.

I open the door to the suite and Sarah rushes up to me, wrapping her arms around me. "Where have you been? We thought you died."

Adam steps up, "Actually." He wags his finger in the air. "He's been at that mystery girls' house."

"That's absurd," I roll my eyes.

"Really?" Alex taunts, showing me an article on his phone.

There are pictures scattered across the screen of me wrapping my arms around Emery. Fuck.

"That girl," Mitch starts, pulling me into the suite. "Is throwing you off. I'm not allowing you to see her anymore."

"Allowing?" I scoff in disbelief. "Believe it or not, Mitchell, you dont own me." I spit, shoving my finger into his chest.

"Believe it or not, Harry, we're all in this together and if you go down, we all go down with you." Mitch shouts, pushing me back.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growl. He smirks at me.

"You really think you can do this by yourself?" Mitch asks in a taunting manner.

"I can do anything by myself." I retort. "Better than any of you combined."

"Harry," Adam interjects. "Don't do this. We worked so hard on this. Don't quit on us now."

"Oh, I'm not quitting," I remind him. "You're all fired."

"You can't fire us!" Clare objects.

"I just did," I snap and she gasps.

Alex jumps in, "Harry, are you sure about this? Your career is on the line." He says in appeasing voice.

"Leave." I say lowly, looking at all of them. "Go, now."

One by one, they leave. Sarah stops before she goes, looking at me. "I'll miss you." Her voice is small and I automatically feel a twinge of guilt.

But I just nod and watch her walk away.

For hours, I sit in that damned rocking chair, staring at the floor with tears falling down my cheeks.

I pull put my phone and tap the contact. The phone dials for what felt like forever and I questioned of she'd pick up. Before I tried to end the call, she answers. "Harry?" Her voice twinkles through the receiver.

"Are you able to come over- that's a stupid question. You don't have a ride." I ramble.

"Harry. We're all over the news. I don't think I should..." she whispers.

"I understand." I breathe. "Sorry."

"What," she pauses. "What room number are you in?"

xxx

After fifteen minutes, there's a knock on the door. I scramble to my feet and rush to the door and swing it open. "Come on in." I smile weakly.

She does as I asked and gently sits down on my bed. I quietly sit next to her and she looks at me. "Harry, have you been crying?" She whispers, bringing her small hand to my cheek.

I turn my head away and shake my head. "No." I lie. She lightly grabs my head and turns my focus back onto her.

"I might've known you for like almost two months, but I can tell when you're lying," she says quietly. "And you're lying."

I laugh slightly and nod. "You got me."

"Why've you been crying?" She questions, looking back and forth between my eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I reply, grabbing her hands where they sit on my cheeks. I lean in slowly and press my lips against her cheek. "Thank you for being here."

She smiles and her cheeks turn red. "It's no big deal..." she whispers. "Keep your head up, Harry. You have the world in your hands."

"No...I really don't." I frown, turning away from her once more. She groans and reaches over to make me look at her again.

"Don't turn away from me." She whispers, her fingers trailing my jaw. "You mean the world to so many people. Don't give up on yourself."

"Do you even know why I'm like this?" I ask with a groan, standing up. She drops her hands into her lap.

She slides onto her feet and looks at me. "No. And I don't need to know. I know that whatever is going on is way less important than your well being."

"I'm okay." I reply with a fake smile.

"No you aren't," she scoffs. "You wouldn't call me here if you were."

"Maybe I just want you here..." I say quietly.

"You were crying."

"I just want you here." My voice comes out in whisps as I step towards her, laying my hands on both of her cheeks. The heat from her skin sinks into my cool hands. She shivers. "Right here." I bring her face closer to mine until I could smell the hint of mint on her breath.

"Harry..." she warns, her voice shaky.

"Thank you." I smile and pull her into a hug.