The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 9 - And The Tears Stream Down My Face

Here it is, everyone. This chapter right here, holds my very first idea. The idea that started this fanfic. And although the chapter title probably gives it away, I will not tell you the emotions you will be feeling in this chapter, only that it is my best one yet. Are you excited? I'm excited. But I'm most excited to read the feedback. If you won't comment on any other chapters, at least do it on this one, please.

And this chapter has been dedicated to Every1Direction because they have given me the best feedback this entire fanfic, so here's my thanks!

Enjoy(:

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Chapter 9

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The bus is awkward and tense as we're driven to a signing. Niall and Harry are playing cards, Zayn is taking a nap, and Liam is reading a book, shooting not-so-subtle looks of concern at me that I pretend not to notice.

Liam had come to wake Harry and I this morning because he knew we wouldn't get ourselves up in time for the signing. As soon as he had walked into the flat, he saw me on the kitchen floor with red cheeks stained with dried tears, and I'm sure I looked like shit. He had taken me to the shower and forced me to take one as he went to wake Harry.

The entire morning, Harry and I didn't talk to each other and I refused to look at him. The other lads had picked up on the fact that Harry and I had fought, but thankfully they didn't pry, but I could see Niall was in need of an answer, to know what had happened, from the way he was constantly fidgeting and looking between Harry and I. Zayn, though, gave us sympathetic looks and hugs that told us we could talk to him anytime about anything without actually saying the words. I could tell Liam was itching to force Harry and I to talk it out and make up, but he knew this was between us.

The bus pulled to a stop and Harry flew out the door, then Niall followed. Liam awoke Zayn then they both walked out.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Be brave, Lou. I open my eyes then stand up and finally step out of the bus. Zayn wraps an arm around my shoulders and I wrap mine around his waist, not only for comfort, but to keep me standing so I wouldn't fall to my knees and cry. Be brave. Up ahead, I could see Niall and Harry in a similar position to mine and Zayn's. So many emotions flashed through me at once that I would have fallen if not for Zayn's support. Sorrow. Jealousy. Anger. Pain. Love. Confusion. Loneliness. Loss. Hate. I blink back the tears that threaten to fall and wave at the fans as I pass.

We go into the building I don't recall the name of, take our sharpies out, and take our seats. Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, me. This arrangement makes it obvious to the fans that Harry and I aren't on the best of terms, but the fight is so fresh, the pain is caused, so raw, that I can't bring myself to sit closer to him.

Fans come flooding in and one by one go down the table, getting our signatures. After twenty minutes, I was able to hold in my tears even though I saw so many "I love Harry" things with his face on posters. At one point, though, a girl puts down a poster in front of me of Harry and I hugging with my face in his neck that reads "I love Larry." I break. "I can't do this," I say and run off.

As I flee the room, I hear shouts of my name from the fans and the lads, then Liam announcing, "Sorry, everyone, Louis and his girlfriend got in a fight last night and he's not doing so great."

Workers ask what I'm doing, where I'm going as I walk by, but I ignore them. I find an exit and throw the door open then run down the block away from patient fans that are going to see me at any point running away. I don't want to disappoint them, and I'll let them know that next time I'm on Twitter, but right now I can only run. I have to get away. Away from it all. I thought I'd be able to handle a signing, but I just can't.