Love You Dead

Chapter 3: All I Needed (1060 days before)

Harry and I sat next to each other, waiting for the interview to start. He had gone silent very quickly.

We were doing more publicity for our first album that had released a few days earlier.

"Five minutes until cameras go on." A camera man told us. Everyone was in a grand mood. Liam, Niall, and even Zayn chatted excitedly. I was in a great mood, but deeply concerned about Harry. He was never this quiet.

"What's wrong, love?" I asked. He twiddled his thumbs for a bit.

"I'm okay. Tired." He lied. I knew when he was lying.

"Talk after?" I asked. "We can go get some coffee."

Harry nodded. We sat in silence until the interview started.

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Harry put on his charm for the camera and he made it seem like we had never had the talk we had before. I was amazed. I went along with it, as did the other boys. We seemed ecstatic. As soon as the interview ended, we packed up all of our stuff and left.

We rode in a limo back to our hotel. Harry went straight to his room. My publicist was talking to me but I wasn't listening.

"Alright. Yeah. Sounds good. I'm gonna go get some coffee with Harry." I finally replied.

"Have you been listening to a word I'm saying?" He asked.

"I'm a bit distracted, mate." 

He looked around cautiously. "Alright... Just try not to be noticed."

I assumed he meant to not cause a scene. I nodded and followed Harry to his hotel room. They made us sleep in seperate rooms now.

I knocked on the door. "Harry? Please open the door. Let's go get coffee."

It took a few moments for a response, but the door unlocked. I opened it. Harry was retreating back to his bed. He sat on the edge of his bed. There was an open wine bottle next to his bed. 

"A little early for drinking, don't you think?" I laughed. Harry shrugged.

I sat next to him and held his hand. "What's wrong?"

His face twisted and then he leaned his head against my shoulder. "What's so wrong with me?"

"What? Absolutely nothing." I tried to get a clear look at his face. He was crying very lightly, trying to hide his face in my shoulder.

"Why does everyone hate me?"

"What are you talking about, Harry? Everyone lov-"

"They say such awful things about me online. Why do they hate me?"

I finally understood what he was on about. "Harry, everyone is going to have opinions. Most people who have intentions on making someone upset while they're living out their aspirations is a low life prick. Don't take it to heart."

"There's so many of them... I don't understand what I did wrong." He sniffled.

"It's not you, Harry. They have something in their life that is causing them to be so hateful. Please believe me... For everyone one person that dislikes you, and that person has to be out of their mind, there's a thousand that love you to bits. Me included."

Harry cracked a bit of a smile. "I don't know why I'm complaining right now. I have everything I could ever want."

I wiped a tear from his cheek. "I understand. I used to let it get to me when we were first on XFactor. But then I realized... I'm living my dream and they aren't. I'm not hateful towards them. That wastes too much energy. I pity them for being so hateful."