HOPE (1D FANFIC)

Chapter 16:

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Harry's P.O.V

"Watch out!" I yelled weakly at Cassie, a girl helping set up the stage for our concert tonight.

The boys and I were playing a game of football to get prepped up. I really haven't been on my game lately. I'm not singing the same, I'm "acting weird", well according to Niall, and I can't even kick the ball right!

"Ooooooo!" Louis taunted. How funny. (Note Sarcasm.) He thinks I'm flirting. Does he know the master flitter that he is dealing with!

"Shutup." My fake smile turned into a scowl when I said that.

Niall just laughed. No surprise there.

"Hey guys come here!" Liam motions us over appearing out of nowhere.

"What?" Niall asks before moving his current position even an inch.

"This post. On twitter! It was retweeted cross the globe! Basically anyone who speaks English," he adds.

We have all started moving towards him now, Louis with the football in hand that he had just rescued from the rows of chair being prepared, where it had landed after I kicked it.

"What does it say?" I ask eager to know.

"It's a picture of you, Harry, and another girl! See!" He explains pointing at the girl in the picture on yah screen of his iPhone who turned out to be Andrea!

I had seen this picture on twitter a few weeks ago. The that posted it I think, was in a car that was full of a bunch of other screaming girls when I was with Andrea!

I grabbed the phone and started scrolling through the comments and noticed they were all very rude mostly directed to Andrea because they were jealous probably. I hope she knew that.

Before I could finish, Liam took the phone back and said, "But wait! That's not all."

I was so focused I almost didn't hear Niall smirk, "Who's the lucky girl?"

"His girlfriend," Zayn responded. I forgot that he was the only one that knew about Andrea. I haven't told anyone about the dead end that we had come to let alone that was the reason I was underperforming. Yet, I had no comment on the conversation.

I turned my attention back to the screen Liam was holding out for me to see and saw another tweet, but this time saying, 'Awe! Harry's girlfriend is sick! I hope he knows that it was never meant to be because he hasn't met me. Back off b*tches.' My mouth was wide open by the end. Sick! Girlfriend! What's happening!

Before anyone could ask me what was going on, I sprinted out of the room and ran to my dressing room. I picked up my phone and dialed the number that Andrea had plugged in as 'Home'.

"Hello," came a tired voice on the other end of the line. Probably her mom.

"Hi, this is um, Harry. Did Andrea er, mention me by any chance?" I asked hoping that she didn't regarding the state we left off in.

"Yes indeed she did. Hurry. You need to come here quickly. I will explain the rest when you arrive."

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Andrea's P.O.V

The morning after Erik and I's unofficial breakup, I remember feeling horrible.

I remember walking into the bathroom, taking one look in the mirror and then introducing my razor, to my arm. At a spot unsafely close to my vein. Then four more times up that arm.

I remember how the pain didn't even register with my brain.

Starting this process on the other arm was the last thing I remember. About halfway into the first cut, I realized I was cutting too deep. The next thing is knew was darkness. I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. It was all peaceful. Ahhhhh.

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A/N

Ooooooo cliffhanger. Decided to twist it up a little. Read on to find out what happened. The next chapter will be up shortly because I'm really bored tonight.✌️ Sorry to leave you guys hanging! But Vote anyway! By the way, thanks so much for 500 reads I feel so cool. Just kidding, I'm not cool;)