Two Ghosts// Harry Styles

12

"They love him, don't they?" Chris peered around the corner from behind stage, smiling at they all cheered for Harry.

"They sure do." I mumbled, watching the updates of the crew on my tablet.

Ever since our fight, I've tried everything to stay away from him. To try my best to avoid contact, but it was impossible. Everywhere I turned, he was sitting there, most likely looking at me. Sometimes, it was funny, but now, it was torturous.

But watching him on stage, I couldn't stop that. I loved watching him sing and talking to the audience. They were absolutely in love with him, he could smile at them and they would scream. My favorite thing was when he told the jokes, his terrible, terrible jokes. It would become dead silent as he told the knock knock joke, they would all comply and respond, laughing at his joke.

I would find myself laughing and smiling at him without even realizing it. He could be the cutest thing I've ever seen in the world without even doing anything. Sometimes, I hated it.

I hate how reasonable he was. I could never fight with him because he was so damn reasonable. Sometimes I wanted him to fight with me, to yell at me. I wanted him to get angry. The only time I've ever seen him angry was when I left. I could see the absolute hatred on his face when I left the hotel two years ago.

His show has been going over for about twenty minutes and we were supposed to leave for the next show in the next ten minutes, but it didn't look like he was coming off anytime soon.

I pulled the walkie talkie from the back of my jeans. "Mitch, don't play the next song, it's time to wrap it up."

Mitch mumbled something to Harry but he ignored him, talking to the crowd before turning back to the band. "How about another song?"

He was completely ignoring me. Seventeen minutes later, he was still laughing and talking to the crowd, ignoring my messages from backstage. I hated showing myself on stage, but he was absolutely pissing me off.

I shoved the mic in my back pocket before going out onstage. The crowd started cheering as I walked out, probably recognizing me from the 1D tour.

"Madeline!" Harry turned towards me, grinning. "How nice of you to join us!"

I rolled my eyes, turning away from the crowd as I brought my lips next to his ear. "What the hell are you doing? We were supposed to leave almost fifteen minutes ago."

He pulled back and smiled. "I'm just having fun, Ellie, come on."

"We need to leave, Harry." I said over the crowd.

He ignored me as he yelled something to the audience. I snatched the microphone from his hands, sending a smile to the crowd. "Sorry guys, it's time we wrapped this up! Thank you for coming!"

They all let out some boos as Harry reached for his mic, but I pulled it away. He pouted but I grabbed his wrist, pulling him backstage. He laughed as he turned to me, his smile falling as he saw my face. 

"God dammit, Harry, you have to listen to me!" I said to him. "I am your tour manager, I am not your friend, I tell you to end the show, you end the damn show."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, love."

"Go to the hotel and get your things together, we'll be lucky to get to the arena before the damn show starts." I mumbled, running fingers through my hair as I squatted against the wall, sighing into my hands.

***

@madelineyoung i don't know who you think you are but you cant talk to harry like that

I furrow my eyebrows as I stroll down, seeing a video of my grabbing the mic and dismissing the audience, along with me yelling as him from backstage.

I'm usually not the social media kind of person, but when I had my twitter blow up, I had to take a look. Someone took video of me yelling at Harry and now I was being attacked.

that bitch need to be fired asap

the fact that she disrupted a show for whatever was completely disrespectful to the fans

she was on 1ds last tour and was a complete bitch to the boys and the fans

All of these were lies. I don't know where they're getting these things from, but they were wrong. I continued to read the things they were saying about me as tears started to slip out of my eyes.

I was in my bunk as I cried softly in my pillow, my phone lying at the bottom. I ran my hands over my face as I bit back my tears. 

"Hey, Madeline, Jeff needs you fo-" Harry pushed open my curtain, stopping when he caught my tear stained my face. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." I pushed my hair from my face, sighing.

Harry jumped in my bunk, taking my face in his hands. "What happened?"

"Someone got video of me yelling at you and everyone is attacking me on Twitter," I said, my hands finding his wrists. "They called me all these things and I-"

"They don't know you like I do, El," he said softly. "Ignore them, I promise it'll blow over."

He pressed a kiss into my forehead before dropping back to his feet. "You feel okay?"

I nod as he took my hand, helping me from the bunk. He's annoying, being all sweet and helpful, it makes me feel like a bitch.

"Thank you, H."

A week later

I sat down in front of this random management meeting, Harry leaning against the wall in the back. They stood behind the desk, their arms crossed over their chest as they looked at me.

"Miss Young, we're aware of the current Twitter war going on," one said, looking at me. "And we feel that it would be best if you quit the tour."

My mouth fell open in shock as I raised my eyebrows.