The Heart Healer

Chapter 2

I seriously love this fan fic so much. Honestly. And that's saying a lot because usually I'm my own worst enemy. WMYB is on right now and I'm just here smiling like a dang idiot. Soo you should all tell me if you like this or not, because I love knowing if I'm pleasing everyone :3 < this face is for my daughter Meaghan Rea. You love it. Okay. Here we goooooo. xx.

To Liam: Awh. Thanks for checking up on me! I'm lonely of course. It's weird not seeing all of your beautifuls faces! Hey. I'm going to Skype you okay? It's much easier on me (:

I knew he wouldn't bother replying to the text. I pulled my laptop back onto my lap as I flicked the switch to my lamp on. I looked like absolute crap. I hadn't bothered to do anything with my appearance since the break up, and/or leave the house. My mom scolded me quite often about how my skin was pastey white and how fat I was going to get just sitting there. Don't you just love moms? I sighed, but smiled seeing Liam online on Skype. Within seconds, he was video calling me. I answered and he smiled with a wave.

"Hi Gabs," he winked and I smiled at the short, brown haired boy. It didn't matter how sad I was, Liam always made everything seem like it was okay. 

"Hi Liam," I whispered through a yawn. He chuckled softly and I squinted my eyes at the screen.

"Where are you at Liam?" I asked trying to examine the scene behind him. He frowned looking behind him and then nodded looking back at me.

"I''m back at my flat! If you lived closer I'd invite you over, but I know that'd be a long trip for you to make," he replied with a slight sigh. I shrugged with a slight nod. 

"Have you talked to Harry?" Liam asked after a long pause. I felt my stomach jump at the mention of his name. I wished I had talked to Harry, but we'd been acting like total strangers to each other. He had just sent a tweet to me though, which meant he still cared about me...right?

"No, but he did just send me a tweet...well not to me...to the fans," I replied reading over the tweet again. 

"Really? What did it say?" he asked piping up. I sighed as I let my eyes close briefly.

"Hey guys, don't hate on @GabsGirl okay? I broke up with her. She did nothing wrong. Love you guys, but lay off okay?" I whispered as a tear trickled down my raw cheek. I looked at Liam and he nodded with a look of concentration lingering on his face.

"Well, he still cares for you then, which is good!" Liam cheered softly and I shrugged with hardly a smile.

"I hate seeing you so down Gabs," he whined and I looked at him for a moment. I took a deep breath and flashed him a smile.

"There we go," he grinned on the tiny screen. I wanted Liam to come and hug me. His hugs always made me feel better. Liam was like my teddy bear. 

"I haven't been out of my house for two weeks Liam," I moaned throwing my head back against my headboard. He laughed, but then it turned to a sigh.

"I know it's hard to get through this, but it's not going to get better if you stay inside on Twitter all day reading all the tweets, you need to try and get back on your feet," he urged calmly and I shrugged.

"We'll see," I yawned and he laugh again.

"You need some sleep Gabby?" he questioned and I threw my pillow at the screen gently.

"Yes!" I growled and he laughed.

"I'll text you tomorrow Gabs, goodnight," he whispered with a wink. I waved him goodbye as he ended the call. Thank God for Liam. He was saving me from depression right now. I closed my laptop and set it back where it belonged on my desk. I threw myself under my blankets and huffed softly. I prayed tonight would be the night I finally didn't have a dream about Harry.

****Harry's POV****

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating out of control. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and moaned. This was the fifth night in a row I'd woken up with thoughts that I hated. The day management told me I had to end my relationship, the day before I had to break up with Gabby and seeing her beautiful smile, the night I broke up with her, the tweets sent to her. It was all too much. I felt absolutely sick thinking all the thoughts. 

"Harold?" I heard someone question and I saw my mum at the bathroom door. I smiled weakly as she pulled me into a hug. She was the only other person I'd told about management. She demanded to speak with them, but I told her not too. 

"I'm fine mum, just another night of terrorizing thoughts," I yawned as I looked into her concerned eyes.

"Okay, come get me if you need anything darling," she whispered kissing my forehead before heading down the long hall to her room. I shut off the light and made my way, slowly, back to my room. I groaned as I fell into the mattress. No girl had ever made me this miserable after a break up...but then again...I hadn't wanted to break up. I grabbed my phone and typed in her name. I wanted so badly to text her. I typed out 'Hi' and let my finger hover over the send button, but I sighed tossing my phone on the ground. This was going to be the longest break of my life.