Harry’s POV
Fresh and clean, I walked down the corridor past the dressing rooms. I had decided to release myself from the sweaty clothes that I had worn for the show and grab a quick shower since we had a while until we were going back to the hotel due to a large number of fans dedicating their time waiting for us to leave.
I stalked the corridors, heading towards the end room where I presumed everyone was waiting to attempt to set off back, but a muffled cry caught my attention. I sighed knowing they’d be moaning at me for being last but I felt as though I couldn’t leave the poor soul to cry just to save my late ass.
After opening the door quickly, my eyes darted to the curled up body on a couch across the room from me. I stepped quietly, hopping not to draw too much attention to me. The pained girl slowly looked up towards me, acknowledging my entrance, letting me identify her.
It was Sophie?
The discovery was more of a question to me as I continued to scan their wet face. “Sophie?” I was still questioning myself.
She nodded, immediately making my arms warp around her and hold her close. Why was she crying? Oh god, I swear if it’s Michael I will make him pay. I can’t leave them two together to shower and before he’s already making her cry.
“Was it Michael because I swear if-” I was cut off before I could continue
“Not entirely…” She sniffed, her croaky voice shattering me.
“What happened? You don’t have to tell me you know if it’s serious but I can’t stand seeing you like this” I wanted her to tell me but I couldn’t force her, not in this state anyway.
“It’s Becky” The name of her best friend triggered something inside her causing her to continue her previous crying. I cooed and assured her that whatever Rebecca had done, everything was going to be alright in the end.
“It’s not alright! She went and left early when I needed her the most!” My hands rubbed soothingly against her back. Rebecca had left? Not even a goodbye? We’d been fairly close friends since Liam introduced her a year from now and I didn’t even get a good bye? Something must’ve been up. Does Niall even know? I doubt she’d leave without speaking to him.
“She probably just wanted space with her exams coming up and all” I reasoned.
“It’s not her exams that made her leave!”
“Huh?”
“Just ignore me... you’re probably right” He reply was said way to quickly making me unsure of this but I decided to go with it.
2 Days. It had been two days and she’s still crying! It’s driving me mad. I’ve done nothing but cater around for her while she sobbed in bed and used up every flaming tissue that exist in the hotel.
“Sophie just eat it!” The shock clear on her face from the raise in my voice.
“You can’t make me”
“Stop being so stubborn and think about others for once! All you’ve done is cry for two days straight! She’s only gone a few 100 mile south. If you’re so bothered why don’t you get up and skype her or something?”
“Stop shouting at me! You don’t know anything!”
“Then tell me what the hell’s going on!”
“Well if you looked at it from my point of view then maybe you’d understand what the hell’s going on. My best friend who I’ve just managed to gain back after 3 years has just gone and left for her exams. We’d always talked about what we would do after them but now it’s impossible to do anything because I’m not going to be there! 6 weeks has turned into 10 now and I don’t think I can take any of this tour drama without her.”
“Well you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
“If you made it more bearable to deal with it then I would but no, I just need a few days to myself but you’re being greedy and I can’t stand to be around someone who just wants to fuck me. Yeah you show you care but it doesn’t last.”
A slam of the door made it clear to me not to follow her. I think I had done enough and could do with some sleep without her crying in my arms all night.
She’ll come round… I hope.
