Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 51

ITS HAPPENING. SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER. GUYS BE SURE TO READ THIS CAREFULLY BECAUSE IT MIGHT GET A LITTLE CONFUSING.

"Andrew, you can't do this." I say as panic starts to quiver and shake all around my body.

"Yes, I can." Andrew replies back disgustingly, showing a slight expression contained with amusement.

"Oh yeah? What can you do?" Harry asks with a boost of confident, his head held high.

"I can drop you. Easy as that. No more One Direction, you sure you can let that selfishness ruin your dreams, Styles?" Andrew questions and looks at Harry with a sneaky, annoying grin, I glance at Harry who's nostrils flare with fury while all my body is doing is producing more and more panic with every word he gets out of his damn mouth. "Thought so." The filthy, pathetic manager laughs as Harry looks at the floor, his jaws clenched so tight, I can see the muscles surrounding his mouth. 

A good minute of silence occurs but it is broken by Joan who stands up to get more sugar for her coffee.

"Alright, are you ready to hear the worse news, darling?" She speaks in a posh tone, making me more annoyed with this situation.

"Well you have only one night left with this girl, Harry." Joan continues without a reply and without hesitation, Harry rises from his seat.

"Do not address her like that." His deep thick accent projects around the big meeting room.

"Harry, calm down." I say in a hushed tone, now standing next to him.

"And what do you mean I have one more night with her?" He shouts and I flinch at the loud, abrupt voice.

This time, Andrew answers.

"You are going on tour and you will be banned from seeing her. Joan and I are going to tell the media that you two broke up, since you need to be in the market for a while, you've been in love for way too long-" At this moment my anger reaches it peak. How can someone be in love for way too long? Being in love for a long time is the best feeling someone can ever receive and this guy thinks that he has the power to control Harry's love life? Who in the world does he think he is? Before I can think, my actions speak louder than words and my hand moves in a swift gesture, coming in contact with Andrew's face, making him step back. Harry makes an attempt to do something, but I can't tell what he's going to do since he stopped before any actions are created. 

"You do not tell him who to love. It might not be me, but no matter what shit you have to do, you will never tell him what to do, I believe that human rights is being free to love the subject of our long term and adoration, but what the fuck are you guys doing?!" I shout the words coming out of my mouth, slipping out like ice on metal. "Who do you think you are as a fucking management to control him like that, it- it's so fucking insane, the stuff that you would do to get him in the 'market' or whatever the hell you call it. It's fucking manipulative, you have no rights to do that, so-" Before I can finish, I hear Joan call for security and my thoughts suddenly snapped.

My eyes shifted itself into reality, from the horrible things that flashed into my mind from the scene right in front of my eyes. Joan has dropped her mug of coffee, making shattered glass scatter around the white concrete floor, coffee stains fill the floor and Andrew - with red cheeks, is standing in front of me. But before I can say or do anything, his big, masculine, arms squeeze my wrists. But, I feel another hand on my waist - Harry.

He gently, but roughly, pulls me back, making me stand behind his back - protected. Before I know it, his clenched fists hits Andrews jaw, blood splatters on the desk and I gasp.

"Styles!" Andrew shouts as he fists Harry back, this is chaotic. Everything is going wrong, and I can sense it.

"Get out or we'll call security!" Joan shouts, silencing the loud men, both cursing at each other chaotically.

Without further ado, Harry grips my wrist, so tight, I can feel my blood vessels not be able to flow properly, but I don't care. He drags me out of the room, shooting one last glare at Joan.

"Fucking teenage brats," Joan mumbles under her breath as she dusts herself off and I give her a black look, before exiting the door with Harry.

"You'll say goodbye at Harry's flight tomorrow!" Andrew shouts as I slam the door shut, not wanting to hear more.

The car ride was complete horror. No one talked, not even the radio was on, the driver was such a pain in the ass, braking so precipately that we both would jerk forward with the motions of the car. But we still didn't speak. It's like I can see all the blood and adrenaline pumping through his heart. 

But I was also thinking. This was it. We wouldn't be 'us'. But we'd be 'him' and 'her'. Not 'we'. We'd be individuals from tomorrow on. 

When we got off the car, I see that Harry has his lip cut open, not that deep, but it's still in a condition to get healed.

"Harry, your-" 

"I know." He says, furiously. Before heading in the flat. He's mad. Real mad. I need to find a way to calm him down. Hell, I'm panicking more than him, but I don't show that, emotions is a thing for Harry to show quite well. I hate Joan.

"Harry." I call for him, he's going upstairs and he ignores me, this just triggers my emotions more and he's pushing the limit.

"Hey!" I shout and he quickly turns back. "Come here," I say more softly, my voice still loud. With that, he comes to me like a little boy, walking down the stairs as I pull him for an embrace. His dark grey sweater makes him even more warm and cuddly despite the cold London weather.

"Everything's gonna be alright." I say and he nods into my shoulder, I can feel my collar getting wet. He's crying and this breaks my heart. I try not to cry, for him, and it is the hardest thing to pull through, but I did and I treat his wound as he looks at the ground, depressingly.

"Taylor, what if we don't meet again after tomorrow? What if we don't- ouch," He speaks up, but bites his cut lip instead and the swollen wound opens once again. I reach up to his face, to fix the cut again, as he sits back on the counter, letting me treat it.

"Don't think like that. Don't think like that." I remind myself.

And out of nowhere. My mouth starts singing and my vocal chords speaks for me.

"We can make it 'til the end. Nothing can come between you and I." I sing as I treat his wound and he looks up at me with a wide, silly grin that I love. I don't know why, but the song just came up, and I thought it'd help.

"Not even the gods above, can separate the two of us." I continue, but I stop. What if his words are right? What if we don't meet again after tomorrow, what if his love and affection would be cut off away from my heart directly from tomorrow and after, every thought continues to take a little piece of my heart and it aches, creating the biggest lump on my throat.

"That was the best tune I've ever heard in my entire life." He says in a playful tone, making me smile, but my lower lip quivers and his smile suddenly drops, pulling me in.

"You can cry if you want you know?" He whispers into my chest, and just those words, makes my emotions drop and splat every piece of feeling right there on that very spot, I can already feel that I'm going to create a puddle in his shirt, but I continue. It's... comforting. He's all I want. So much, it hurts so bad.

"We'll pull through... I promise." He whispers, wrapping his arms more tightly around my waist as I cry harder.

This is it. The last night. But I'll have to make this night worth it. It will be a while. But there's no doubt that we'll pull through. It'll be alright.

My thoughts repeat on and on until it calms me down and right now, all I can think is dreading the moment I fear the most, that all of the sudden would take place on none other than tomorrow.

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