I Thought You Loved Me

Chapter Five- Hate and Secrets

The girl climbed up onto the stage and shoved Harry into the crowd, jumping in after him. I watched as security sprinted down the row in front of the stage and started fighting with the group of girls, trying to get Harry back. The other four boys were still standing on the stage, singing, but looking worried. Especially Louis. I watched as security hauled Harry out of the crowd, and back onto the stage. He finished the chorus with the other boys, and then moved into his solo. It was a bit off key, but still amazing. He looked strained, and nervous. Most of the crowd fell silent, making Harry look more nervous, and a few of the girls started to boo. Harry's solo was over, they all finished the song, and walked off the stage. He walked into my out stretched arms, and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Are you alright, Harry?" I asked him.

He shook his head and pulled away from me. Paul came up and handed him a bottle of water, and he took it and gulped most of it down.

"Does it hurt or do you feel bad about the performance?" I asked him.

"Both." He answered. "I ruined the whole song."

"No, you didn't Harry. It wasn't your fault." I told him.

Then Niall and Louis came over.

"Hey Haz. You okay?" Lou asked.

He shrugged.

"Haz..." Lou started.

"I ruined the whole thing!!" Harry practically yelled.

"Harold! No you didn't!! You had just been shoved of a stage and attacked by a group of teenage girls!!" Niall said back.

Harry sighed and shook his head, standing up with his empty water bottle in his mouth.

On the way back to the hotel, Harry sat quiet in the car. It was clear that he was unhappy, about his performance. I got out my iPhone four, and texted Harry.

"Haz bear? You don't need to feel bad about it you know. You did fine. :) Ari XX'

I watched him pull out his phone when it buzzed, and read the text. Then my phone buzzed. Harry's text read:

"No I didn't . I couldn't sing the part. And now my body hurts.'

I sighed and typed back.

'Harry, you had just been pulled into a group of screaming teenage girls. You were out of breath and in pain. It wasn't your fault.'  I said back.

I looked up at Harry, and he looked back up at me. Then we were back at the hotel, and got out of the car.

"Hey, Ari?" I heard Louis ask as I was walking off toward the truck.

"Yeah?" I asked him, turning around.

"Do you wanna, um, stay with us tonight?" He asked me. "You know... for Harry?"

"Um, sure, I guess." I told him, and walked back over to where he was standing.

He smiled and I followed him into the hotel.

When I got in there, I saw part of a chocolate curl peeking around the corner. As I got closer, I noticed that it was trembling. Harry was crying again. I sat down on the stair next to him, and wrapped an arm around him.

"Shh. Harry, you don't need to cry about this." I told him.

"Look at it. Look at all of this stuff." he said, and shoved his phone in my face.

He was on Twitter, and there was a huge list of tweets, that said something bad about Harry, with like, three tweets saying that he was amazing. I turned off his phone and put it in my pocket, while pulling mine out too. I got on twitter, and saw the hate again. I clicked on the new tweet button and started to type.