Not Just A Fan

Not Just A Fan - Chapter 20

“He said what?” Jackson screamed as Mia explained the story to him. “I’m going to beat the shit out of him. You don’t hurt my little sister like that!” He stormed out of my room to get Tyler and Bobby.

“Jackson! No! Don’t hurt him!” I yelled through my tears. I knew it was no use. The three of them could hurt Harry pretty bad. You see, they all played a lot of sports including football, basketball, and lacrosse. So basically, they were A LOT bigger than Harry and three against one isn’t fair. 

“What the hell is going on? I feel like hell just broke loose in our house and we haven’t even been her for 48 hours!!” Jenna yelled walking into my room. She came to a stop when she saw me on the bed crying. “Okay, now seriously what is going on?”

“Harry basically broke up with her on national television. You should see the tweets.” Jenna walked over to my laptop I had pushed onto the floor. How could I get so much hate from a fandom I was once a part of? These girls were supposed to support me, right?

“Lying whore. We all knew Harry was single but @1DF0rMe tried to start rumors.” Jenna began to read more out loud.

“@1DF0rMe is such a fake fan! Unfollow and send her hate! We don’t need fakes in our fandom.” 

“They only get worse.” Mia said looking at Jenna.

“Can we like call the police? This is like bullying.” Jenna said standing up off my floor. “What the hell happened? Why are people giving you this hate.”

“H-h-harry told the world  h-h-he w-was s-s-ingle.” I stuttered through my sobs that had only gotten worse since the interview.

“Are you kidding me? He said he was single?” Jenna screamed

“He was put up to it!” I protested.

“I don’t care. You don’t do that to someone you supposedly love and care about. It’s not right!” She was furious.

“He texted her.” Mia said grabbing my phone. “He doesn’t know she saw the interview.” Mia looked down at my phone clicking on the text.

“He’s sick. What a jerk! I can’t believe you actually are crying over him!” She took my phone from Mia and shook her head. Jackson, Tyler and Bobby ran back into my room.

“Okay we are going to kill him for hurting you.” Bobby said. God, can they just let it go? I don’t need them going to prison because they beat up a celebrity for breaking up with their little sister. Come on, I’m getting enough hate from this stupid fandom. Now you can all tell why I hate fangirls. These messages are enough to make someone kill themselves. It’s sick.

“Just stop! I don’t want any of you talking to him, hurting him, or even thinking about him! Just let it go.” I stormed out of my room and ran down to the beach. I sat on the shore line and looked out into the horizon. The sun was beginning to set. Harry was coming over tonight, I mean I wasn’t going to tell him not to, but I was in fact not letting him n my house. I was simply giving him his stupid sweatshirt, this dumb necklace and that plane ticket to england because if he thinks I’m still going he is dead wrong.

I sat by the ocean just listening to the waves and the seagulls and the wind for about an hour. Nature is beautiful when you’re sad. It shows you how simple this world was supposed to be and how us humans changed a beautiful thing into a terrible land of hate, lies, and sadness. I walked back to the house just as it was getting dark. I saw my siblings all sitting in one room watching a large flat screen television. They were playing games on the Wii. I ignore them and walked up to my room. I slammed the door and locked it. I grabbed my phone to see a text from Harry from about 30 minutes ago.

“I’m gonna try and be there in about an hour.” I wasn’t going to answer. He can just come. I’ll deal with this when he gets here. I grabbed the a shoe box from my packing stuff. I emptied the contents onto the floor. It was only really magazines so I wan’t very worried about cleaning it up. I took the sweatshirt and folded it nicely and put it in the box. I mean I wasn’t going to be a total bitch and just shove everything into this stupid box. I still cared about him. I then put the necklace into a jewelry box and put that on top of the sweatshirt. I next went over to my suitcase and grabbed the envelope containing the note from him and the ticket. I put those in last and shut the show box. I heard the door bell ring just as I finished and knew I had to get their before my siblings because I knew who it was. I grabbed the shoe box and ran down the stairs. I had tears in my eyes. I didn’t want to end it. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen once I ended it. I - I just want him, but it’s over now. I mean how could I stay with him after the interview. I was able to get to the door before my siblings, well none of them even got up. I suppose they all knew who it was too and felt I needed to deal with this not them. I opened the door to see Harry standing there. He looked guilty of something. He knew I knew once he saw my red eyes and smeared makeup. 

“I’m sorry! You saw it didn’t you.” He broke down crying, which made me cry. How was I supposed to do this.

“How could you do that to me? Have you seen the messages I’ve been getting on twitter?” I yelled.

‘It wasn’t my fault management put me up to it! You don’t know how hard I fought for them to let me just say I was sure. They told me it would be the end of my career. I couldn’t let that happen.” He protested with the sick words but he realized how shallow he sounded after the words came out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He went to hug me. I held out the box to him. It was between us. The only thing that was keeping us apart right now. Well, except for the whole invisible wall that his management team had built between us.

“Here.” I held out the box. Tears were pouring out of my eyes and I could tell he was crying just as hard.

“What’s this?” I knew he knew what it was. He just couldn’t accept the fact it was happening.

“Your sweatshirt, the necklace, and the ticket to england because I am not going.” I looked down. How could I look in his eyes any longer? It was killing me slowly. I knew I could just stop breathing now and I would never start breathing again. The only thing keeping me alive was my brain whispering to me to take another breathe in.

“You can’t be serious.” He said. I didn’t like seeing him cry so much.

“I’m very serious. I think it’d be best if you left.” I said this knowing the words killed both of us.

“I’m sorry. I can fix this.” I begged. “Give me another chance.”

“I’m sorry Harry.” I handed him the box and closed the door to my house. I just broke up with the love of my life. Wow, ok this isn’t fair at all. I went back up to my room and just laid there on my bed. I didn’t even cry. I honestly felt nothing. My body was just numb. I was like dead but I was alive. I fell asleep like that. I will never be able to forget my dream that night.

It was Harry and I. Everything was fine. There was no hate. Management loved me. We were together. Although, in my dream, my brain kept reminding me that this is only a dream.