It got worse as the days passed. I could feel you beginning to get annoyed with my distant behaviour, but it was the only way I could act lately. All the boys were concerned but there was no helping nor changing it.
Get this. This sick team of management told me that I'd better be looking happy and that if people started to ask questions then I would be in deep shit. So from then on I smiled. I smiled the most fake fucking smile I could produce. You could see right past it however. You knew me too well. I loved that. I loved how you knew me and got me better than anyone else.
You hounded my ass to tell you what was going on but I couldn't. There was absolutely nothing that I could say or do to make any of this better or to make it stop. It would only get worse from here and I dreaded every second of it.
As tour went on it got worse. They took over my twitter account and tweeted Eleanor things that a boyfriend would. They wanted the world to believe their lies. But most of the fans didn't buy it. That's what really pissed management off. You acted happy for me but I knew you weren't. You'd always fake a smile when it was brought up. And if anyone knows fake smiles it'd be me. I'm a pro at it at this point. I knew I'd have to tell you soon but I knew once I did that it would open a huge can of worms.
I got more distant. I told you to fuck off once and to leave me alone. I regretted every lie that spit off my lips. They made me treat you this way.
I am so sorry Harry.
