I'm Sorry.

Chapter 22

When Harry retuned from outside he looked worried. He wasn't smiling and he a had a frown on his face.

" What's wrong Harry?" Des asked getting off his chair and walking over to him, but Harry moved away from him and slammed his phone on the worktop.

I felt intimidated and a little scared. What's wrong with him? I watched on as he ran his fingers through his hair and paced up and down in frustration.

" Harry, are you okay?" Anne said grabbing his hand. He just collapsed over her in floods of tears. Des went up to him and started to pat his back with Anne who held him tight. They seemed to know why he was upset even though he didn't say anything. I stood there frozen to the spot. I felt useless, I should be comforting him but I didn't want to get in the way of him and his parents. I walked slowly over to the stairs looking straight ahead and darted up them not looking back. I started to get a guilty feeling inside my stomach and I went into my room and picked up the clothes I was going to put on a while ago and started to change into them. They were dungarees and a pale blue shirt.

After a few minutes of getting dressed and doing my hair and makeup I decided to go back downstairs. I went down very slowly incase I disturbed them. I walked into to kitchen and Anne and Des were gone. I had only been upstairs for about half an hour. Harry was stood by the stove heating up what looked like soup.

" Where's your Mum and dad?" I asked suddenly, causing him to jump a little.

" They had to go but they asked me to tell you 'goodbye' from them." He said eyes fixed on the saucepan. " Where did you go?"

" I went to get changed. I didn't get to personally say goodbye to them, that's a shame." I said sliding on the tile floor in my socks.

" Yes." He replied, still looking at the saucepan.

I awkwardly nodded then walked over to him and hugged him from behind. I felt something splash on my hand, I moved around round to face him and he was crying.

" Your upset." I said rubbing his arm. " Why?"

" A fan died. Eden, she was called. Me and the boys saw her backstage at one of our concerts. She looked so happy and healthy and she was beautiful." He said sniffling.

" Was it-"

" Cancer, yes. You know people think me and the boys don't care about our fans dying. They think as long as we have girls screaming our names and money piling in we are alright and don't care about anything else. What people say about me and the boys is disgusting. It hurts me so much! It's times like this where I just want to see every fan and hug them and never let go. Tell them they are beautiful, special, amazing and just make them feel the connection." He interrupted with his fists clenched.

I looked at the ground unable to think of anything to say I just pulled him in for a hug and didn't let to for a while. I just wanted to tell him a million times over how selfless he is and how he saves lives everyday just by smiling and being happy. I wanted to tell him that it's okay and that Eden will always be in our hearts. This was everything I didn't say. I just hoped my hug spoke a thousand words.

He calmed down after a while and we just held each other and I moved back and said:

" Soups gonna burn!"

Harry pulled the pan off the stove now with a smile on his face and he gave a chuckle and wiped his eyes. The soup had turned a black mess and we both decided to order a Take-Away.

After our noodles we went into the garden and started to play football. I must admit I did like a bit of football once in a while. I enjoyed watching it on the Television but enjoyed it even more when I was the one playing it. Harry kicked it over to me and I started to do some Keepy-Uppies.

" Get you!" He said with his hands in his hips. " Where did you learn to do that?"

" YouTube." I said dropping the ball then passing it back to Harry who was laughing. He chipped the ball into the air and started to do Keepy-Uppies like I had done only he dropped to ball a few times and blamed me for putting him off with my beauty. I think I had put him off because I looked like the beast, well that's what I thought.

" Your no Ronaldo!" I said with my hands by my side.

" I met him once, nice guy." He said in between doing headers. I think they are called headers, or maybe heady-uppies?

" And he's very, very, very fit." I said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

Harry dropped the ball and opened his mouth wide.

" He has nothing on me. Take that back! Say 'Harry is extremely fit' okay?" He said walking over to me with a grin.

" Ronaldo is extremely fit." I said giving faint bursts of laughter.

Harry walked up to me and stuck out his bottom lip then lifted me onto his back and carried me back inside. It was a little weird and a little bumpy. He dropped me onto the sofa then lifted his shirt up over his head and talked through his shirt.

" Ronaldo doesn't have a body like mine." He said rubbing his belly causing me to laugh.

" I don't think he wants one like you." I said biting my lip. He lifted me up and carried me through the kitchen and to the stairs.

" Hold on tight spider-monkey." He said and I pulled a confused face which then faded into a giggle. 'Spider-Monkey'!? What on earth is that?

He waded up the stairs, I must have been really heavy but he did well not to show any straining. He walked into his bedroom and gently dropped me on his bed then went to his bedside table.

He took out the tiny plastic bag that he got from the petrol station and emptied the contents on the bed. Packets fell out of the plastic bag and he looked at me and said " It is legal."

"I know." I said.