Getting You Back

Chapter Eleven: Caught in the Cross Fire (Harry's Pov)

Chapter Eleven: Caught in the Cross Fire (Harry's Pov)

        "Cause I can l-love y-you more than him." For the tenth time my voice cracks with tears and I change the lyrics. I move the microphone away from my lips in defeat. I feel three sets of worried eyes and a smirk coming my way. I drop my face into my hands in defeat.

"I just need five minutes please." I drop the microphone and leave the stage. As I pass by Niall's shoulder nudges mine. When I look up he gives me a smug smile and simple shrug.
"Watch where you're going Horan." I growl at him. I push pas him and I escape off to the dressing room. I slam the door behind me as I walk in. For the first time I don't feel the spark from being on stage. I don't feel that pull like I once did. It feels like an obligation rather than doing what I love. She loved it when I sang. When I was on stage she would sing along to every song and put her arms in the air when my solo would come up. She sang along with me as she watched me. At night, she would cuddle into my side so I could murmur lyrics to her when she was nervous or when she couldn't sleep. And on nights where we both couldn't sleep I would whisper lyrics into her skin while slowly caressing her with the tips of my fingers. Then there were those rare moments when she would sing to me. She would sing to me in the softest voice and she  trace the tattoos etched permanently into my skin. The combination of her voice and touch would keep me calm and relaxed. She would stop and say her voice didn't compare to mine. That's where she was wrong, her voice was so much more than mine. I'd give anything now to have her at my side. she was-is- my heaven in this crazy world which feels like hell. She is my safe haven. The sudden vibrations of my mobile breaks my thoughts. I look down and my eyes widen at what I see.
I see endless notifications with her name and mine tagged in tweets. Trending around the world is #ItsAllHallesFault. I begin to read through some of the tweets. 
"This is all your fucking fault."

"You ruined Harry."

"You're a whore." 

I feel my stomach turn as I read all the vile messages that my "fans" are sending to her. They sent her hate when I was with her and they send her hate when I'm not. They're blaming her for the things that I do to myself. Instead of putting the blame on me they put it all on her shoulders. My foot taps against the floor with worry and agitation. Because of me she is already hurting. Because of me she is getting more hate than ever. Because of me we are not together. I've left her exposed to hate and harassment. She's an innocent caught in the cross fire. I lean my head back against the wall and shut my eyes. I wish I was in Texas, protecting her. I wish I was with her, telling her that this isn't her fault. My phone vibrates again, flashing across the screen is an iMessage.
Fix this Styles. You broke her and you're the one who can fix her. Fix her. ~Lilly