My Everything //h.s//

Chapter 2

Harry P.O.V.

We all take one last look at the large building we used to call home for the last few months. Some of the best months of my life. Why did it have to end? Why now? Why why why?

Questions swirled around in my head. Finally, I snapped out of it. Turning around, I looked to see, behind the fence, were all our beautiful fans. Some crying as they watch us walk out with all our things. I hated to see them so upset.
A tear escaped my eye, but quickly I wiped it away, walking through the gates, all the girls came up and screamed, yelling our names. Hearing they're sobs made the clouds grow darker, the rain get heavier, and the air get colder. Apart of me started to hurt a little. I just wanted to hug them all tightly, telling them it would all be okay. But, I couldn't.

Suddenly, I felt a small hand on my shoulder, I spun around to see those large blue eyes and dark hair. Her. I blinked a couple times, and within seconds that face was gone. It wasn't her. The girl had light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She looked quit different from the other girls.

"This isn't the end." She said softly. Her voice broke a little at the end, telling me that she was going through puberty. I know how that feels, I've still got mine.

"What?" I looked at her with confused eyes.

"Harry lets go!!" I heard one of the guards call. I looked over at the van with all the boys in it. They looked at me as if I was crazy. I looked back at the girl, to find she was no wear to be found. She disappeared with the wind.

I slowly looked back at the van, girls grabbing at me and hugging me, I hugged them back then ran to the van, getting in, leaving all the crying girls behind.

"What were you doing, Harry?" I heard an Irish accent ring. I just stared straight out the window and muttered an 'I don't know'.

The boys all decided not to ask and brush it off. I didn't speak the rest of the ride.

I watched as the trees zoomed by. My mind was going ballistic at the thought of that girls words.

This isn't the end.

What was that even suppose to mean? It sounds like something the evil villain would say to the hero after a big battle. I wonder if she was going to try and kill me. Well that can't be good.

Louis sat shotgun, he was texting on his phone, smiling big. He was probably texting Hannah, his girlfriend. He talks about her all the time. I like seeing him happy. But sometimes she didn't make him so happy. They would fight over the phone about his career. It would always end with him in bed, curled up in a ball, upset. I'm his best friend, I'm suppose to be there for him. Louis tells me she doesn't want him getting to famous, because of all the girls and the fact if we got big, he wouldn't be home a lot. Sometimes I wonder about her. But, that never stopped him from being his happy self.

Zayn was sitting beside me fast asleep. He loves sleep. I swear, he sleeps more than me. When I first met Zayn I thought he would be really quiet and closed off. But really, he's pretty loud. He's just shy around new people. And he's a huge Mummy's boy. But we all kinda are. Sometimes, I'll catch him in the lou on the phone with his Mum. Or sometimes his sisters. From what I know, he's got three. I don't know if I could handle three. I can barley handle my one.

Niall and Liam are sitting in the back. Liam is sitting and staring at his lap. He was the most torn about loosing. He had this passion for singing that was just astonishing. He had these high hopes for us all. He came back to win. Not to go home in third. Louis called him the smart one of the group. In other words responsible, not destructive like Louis himself. It was actually funny, Louis would plan on playing some prank on one of the other contestants. But, Liam would give him this disapproving voice, saying 'Louis...'. The two were often at each other's throats. Sometimes, I really think Liam is going to whack him.

Then there's Niall. He sits right next to Liam, eating a bag of chips, glancing at us all. He's the happiest person you could ever meet. Nothing could ever bring this little guy down. He pretty much charmed all the girls on the show with his Irish accent and his weird laugh. His laugh is really loud and almost like a hiccup, mixed with a cackle and a wheeze. When I first met Niall, he talked quit a bit, but i enjoyed listening to all he had to say. If you really took the time to listen, then you would know that he's actually very smart. He sees the world in a different way than others. To him, the world isn't a terrible place. To him, the world is like a women. The women may have flaws and scars, but she remains forever beautiful.

"Harry!" I snap my head away from the window to see all the boys getting out of the van.

I sigh softly and hop out behind Liam. The air smelled of sweat and burning rubber of tires. I looked around, the airport stood in front of us, waiting to take us away from our dream, our hopes, away from the best times we have ever had. It's all over. It all stops now. The fans, the letters, the gifts, the autographs, the pictures, and the love they gave us. It was all so much. I should have known it would be to good to last forever.

Slowly, we took our final steps on the streets of london together, as a band.
I looked at all the fans waiting for us, I stopped walking. Turing on the heel of my purple high tops, I took 5 steps toward all the girls. They all screamed bloody murder. Yelling my name. Crying.
I looked down at a girl who looked 13, she had tears falling from her glassy brown eyes. Her black hair fell over her face. Suddenly, I couldn't help but smile. She looked up at me, shock in her face.

"What's your name?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't scream in my face.

She opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out but a few small, shaky breaths. I chuckled and hugged her. She let out a small gasp, slowly wrapping her skinny arms around my waist.

"You saved me." Her lips slightly parted to let the words roll off her tongue.

Now I was the one speechless. No one has ever said anything remotely close to that to me. I was blown away, she continues to hug me as if she would never see me again. Which was true. She was probably never going to see me again, unless she came to Cheshire.

I heard the boys calling my name. I slowly let the girl go. Smiling, I kissed her cheek and walks to the boys. None of them questioned what I did. We all simply just walked into the airport.

We dragged our bags by our sides, depression in the air around us. My feet felt like bricks were tied to them, making me slow down even more. I walked beside Louis. I looked over at him to find his eyes staring ahead of him, no emotion.
What hurt most was this was probably the last time I would see Louis. We had such great times. I remember when we had a chocolate coin eating contest. He won cause he kept throwing his wrappers at me and then ate mine. I was to busy laughing to do anything about it.

We stopped first at Niall's plane back to Ireland. Zayn was the first to hug Niall. The hug lasted a minute or two, they finally pulled apart and then next was Liam. Then was me, then Louis. Once he let Louis go, tears were in his deep sea blue eyes. He gave us all one final goodbye, and got onto his plane, not another word.

Next was Liam, it was the same thing. We hugged and almost cried. Liam got on his plane.

And then Zayn. He wipes his red eyes and I pulled him into a tight hug.

"Bye Zayn..." I said pulling away. "Ill call you." He simply nodded, and went to hug Louis. After that, he was out of site, on his plane.

Me and Louis made our way to my plane. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't just end. We have all been through much for it to just end. What we all had was special. This isn't the end. Like the girl said!

"Goodbye H-Harry." Louis choked out, his baby blue eyes full of sorrow.

"Bye.."

I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same. We didn't move foe several minutes. We just enjoyed each other for those last moments. I never thought I would miss him this much and he's not even gone yet. It sounds gay to say this about a guy, but he's my best friend. Can't I miss my best friend and be sad that we might never see each other again? Without being called gay or a fag?

"Time to go, Harry." I heard a guard say from behind us.

I heard Louis sigh and he slipped out of my arms, looking me in the eyes. We didn't say anything. Nothing. We just continued to stare. They said my plane was about to take off. I sighed and waved bye to Louis. And with that, I was gone.