The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 19 - I Hope It's Gonna Make You Notice

This may or may not be the last time I update for a few weeks, just so you guys know, but I will try to. And if I can't, I promise I'll update the day I get back, but I honestly have no idea when that will be.

This is dedicated to AdubsBooBear because they gave me an idea for this chapter. Thanks, love. I hope you find what it is ;)

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Chapter 19

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The sound of heavy rain hitting grass, pavement, and fabric is the only sound around Harry and me. Not even the sounds of our breathing can be heard. It seems as though we are completely alone aside from the loud rain, as if we hadn't just left a party.  

I bite my lip in anticipation, waiting for Harry to respond. My only indication that he had heard me at all was that he had stopped in his tracks and now stands frozen. I swallow thickly, desperate for him to say something, anything. This awful silence from him causes goosebumps to rise on my skin and shivers to crawl down my back.  

Finally, a sigh joins the sounds of the rain and the pounding of my heart. Without moving, Harry says into the rain, "Yeah, Lou. You are." He turns to me, his face streaked with raindrops that fall from the dark sky, weighing down his hair, too. "You are giving me so many mixed signals and I just can't take it anymore!" He shouts before his voice drops into a whisper I can barely hear above the rain, "I can't tell if I'm your best friend or if you hate me."  

Hearing those words breaks my heart, especially from the one I love. He thinks I hate him? "I could never hate you, Haz-"  

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Harry sneers. "I've heard that before. But I'm just so sick of this. You've been acting so strange lately, and I can only connect it to Ella. But you deny it. I just, I don't think I can handle it anymore. I'm going home." He turns and begins walking away again.  

Panicked, I spring forward and put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, ignoring the hurt I feel when he immediately tenses under my touch. "Please, Harry," my voice cracks as I beg. "Wait. Let me explain." Slowly, Harry turns to face me, his eyes narrowed into a glare. "Are you really going to explain? Or are you going to dodge out of it as you already have time and time again?"  

"I-" I begin but stop myself. The only way to explain this all to Harry is to tell him about the blackmail, about everything. Harry deserves to know it all, but he can't. Not while Ella still has her claws on me. She pulls the strings, meaning I can't tell him anything. So close. I was so close to telling him, though. So close to getting my best friend back. But my selfishness of his trust doesn't come before the band.  

Picking up on the fact that I'm not going to tell him anything, Harry shakes off my hand and starts walking away again.  

"Harry, please, I-" I start but am interrupted by an Irish voice behind me.  

"You guys need to come see this. Now."  

I look over at Niall to see a concerned and all around freaked out expression on his face before he disappears into the tent again. I glance back at Harry who looks just as confused as I am, before I head back into the tent, Harry right on my heels.  

"-he used me. He scammed you all. He's not who you all think he is." All eyes are on the stage, staring at the blonde haired, blue eyed, black dressed girl speaking into the microphone. Ella.  

"Oh, no," I mutter, earning a horribly confused look from Harry to my left before I start moving through the frozen crowd, desperate to get to the stage. No. This can't be happening. She's going to tell my secret because the night didn't meet up to her standards. Cool sweat started sliding down the back of my neck with the cold rain that had clung to my hair as i shoved people out of my way to get to the stage before this gets even worse, but it's painfully obvious that I won't make it in time. But I still have to try.