This is an imagine requested to be based off Life After You- Daughtry.
"Are you okay, mate?" Niall rests his hand on my shoulder.
"Yes," I lie. If I was going to be completely honest, I'm sitting in my own personal pit of Hell, silently burning. Maybe Hell isn't a place you go to when you die, all your past sins finally catching up to you and you spend eternity paying the concenquences. No, maybe us humans had it wrong this whole time. Maybe, just maybe, there is a Hell on Earth and that Hell being having to wake up everyday knowing you won't be with the one you love the most. Imagining what could have been but reality, being the devil that it is, forcing you to dry-swallow the pill of the ugly truth.
"Harry, you have to snap out of this depressed state you're in. Once you step out onto that stage they will be able to see something is wrong with you and that will only make it harder," I nod and Niall gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before standing from the arm of the chair he was perched on.
I know he is right, if my fans see me like this they won't stop their intrusive ways until they discover we broke up. Then the media will twist whatever bullshit story they can print to make me look like the bad guy when I was the one who was left heartbroken. I'm not ready for that, I need to let my wounds heal before I let the media and some fans inflict me with more battle scars.
After several minutes of staring at my lockscreen photo of us pulling a silly face, I rise from my seat swiftly. I swing the door open to exit the sitting room just as Liam was reaching the handle to enter it.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, mate," he chuckles with wide eyes, caught off guard by my abrupt movements.
"I have to phone somebody," I say walking around him.
"Now? 5sos are on their last song, we're suppose to be on in like 10. Paul will go mad if you're late for the first show." Liam shouts down the hall after me.
"Tell him I'm taking a massive shit. Pre show- stadium tour- jitters," I yell back, starting to trot to find a quiet enough spot away from the noise of the opening act. As I jog away I can hear Liam laughing behind me.
After a couple twists and turns I manage to find a desolate hallway that seems to lead to an outdoor exit. With shaky hand I pull up my contacts and scroll until I find her number still saved as "Baby" with emoji hearts proceeding it. I hadn't found it in me yet to change her name, it just didn't feel right.
I bring the phone to my ear and hear the buzzing of her line ringing. I bring my bottom lip between my thumb and index finger and wait for her velvet voice on the other line but my biggest fear becomes a reality when her automated voicemail answers instead. I have no other choice but to hit 'end' disconnecting our call. I stumble backwards until I hit the steady structure of the concrete wall and slide down it. My phone is gripped tight in my hand until my knuckles turn white.
I try to convince myself that maybe she didn't see the call, her phone was on silent, or she was just busy, but I know I'm just lying to myself. She purposely ignored my call. She made it clear that she never wanted to hear my voice again, the pain that accompanies it from the loss of our relationship too much for her to bare. I should have fought harder against the rumors, against the fans that harassed her. Fought harder for her.
I stand, wiping away a few tears that have trickled down my face. What do you do when something you love and have always dreamed about keeps you from something or someone you love. What do you do when what you think is great, really is great, but not as great as something greater? As I stand in front of a stadium of thousands who chant their love for me, for us, I have never felt more alone in my life. This must be what it feels like, life after you.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I do my imagines upon request so if you ever have something you want me to do let me know! .xx
