CHAPTER 17 – Falling To Pieces
**ELEANOR’S POV**
“Why?” I ask her suddenly as she laughs slightly at something that Danielle said as she tells her about Liam’s antics. The smile slides of her face slowly, ripping off her carefree mask and leaving a miserable expression beneath.
Her laughter was always fake.
“Why I hurt Harry? Is that your question?” she questions lifelessly, her hand moving up to her neck to trace the delicate outline of her heart shaped necklace before falling back onto the cold metal table below.
“Yes” I reply, not daring to meet her ocean like orbs. I’ve never seen such pain before. Never seen so much bitterness.
Or love.
“The answer is, my ex-best friend who coincidently and then unfortunately went out with Harry and well, we… slept together” she states quietly, so quietly that I could hardly hear her. But the words were said. I feel my mouth drop open in shock as I look at her, her hands slowly curling to tight fists, as I try to believe that this girl is a heart-breaker.
“That’s all?” Danielle persists. Alana’s gaze snaps up from the red crescents her nails have left on the soft skin of her palms. A fire begins to burn across her expression, turning her delicate features hard and shadowed. She shakes her head, a sarcastic smile tracing its pattern across her face.
“No, that’s definitely not all, add in a psychopath of an ex-boyfriend, a revenge seeking ex-best friend, a dead mother, a druggie, alcoholic of a father, and a famous guy who hates your guts then you can begin to imagine my life” she says, her voice in a mockingly happy tone, her expression of hurt nearly breaking my heart.
“I’m sorry” I whisper, Alana sighs and then continues to gaze at the cold, boring metal table once again, not looking at any of us. Like a candle her emotions have been snuffed out, leaving her as an empty shell. No, not empty, just filled with pain and regret.
“No, everything is my fault, just like Harry said. Don’t feel sympathy towards a heartbreaker” she says gently, her voice becoming strangled as a slight sheen of tears cover her eyes, turning them into glimmering orbs.
“Why did you try to him so much?” Danielle asks gently. Like me, she can’t look directly at her, you can’t look into a face that holds that much pain.
“I was trying to stop the feelings that I already had for him, but I guess that failed” Alana sniffs and smiles weakly, flashing a set of blindingly white teeth. Danielle and I make eye contact, thinking of ways that we can tell her. Ways to tell her so that she doesn’t shatter into millions of pieces in front of us.
She loves him. She has fallen hard for Harry Styles. And I’m not sure, if they’re ever going to make it out unscarred.
‘You tell her’ her eyes say, while jerking her head slightly towards Alana, seemingly fascinated by the dark brown coffee stain embedded on the table.
‘Why me?’ my eyes reply back to her.
‘You’ve shown her the most kindness’
I can’t deny that.
I take a deep breath in as I try to steady myself for her reaction. And to try and stop a broken heart in its tracks. “I’m so sorry Alana but… Harry has a girlfriend” I say quietly. The only reaction from her is how her hand tightens considerably around her coffee cup, nearly crushing the flimsy paper in her grip. Then it loosens, as if, she has given up.
“Oh” she whispers and a single teardrop falls in to her mug.
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“I’ve missed you so much” Louis whispers as he pulls me in for another hug. I smile as he tightens his arms around me. I’ve missed him.
“Missed you too” I tell him then uncontrollably my eyes flicker towards the sad form of Alana, frantically looking for Mr Styles. He’s lucky that he has someone who cares about him that much. Who would fight a security guard just to apologise to him. Who would obviously lay down her life to keep him safe.
You don’t get love purer than that.
“Lou, where’s Haz?” I ask him nervously. I can feel him smile but he still doesn’t let go of me. I know he won’t unless he has to.
“He’s coming soon, just talking to… Sophia” the last part he moans. None of us really likes her, she’s too easy. A bit like a hooker. Yeah, a hooker seems like the nicest word I can use for some drag queen like her.
I look at her again, head held high as if trying to force us to believe that she isn’t broken. That she doesn’t care that the man she loves has a girlfriend. But a shimmering tear sits softly on her cheek, like hope.
Hope for a better day.
Hope that he’ll forgive her.
Hope that he’ll love her back.
But all hopes must come to an end, and so, he walks past his screaming fans patiently, yet not even giving them a second glance as he hurriedly walks towards our little group, so rapt in his conversation with his girlfriend of not even two months.
“Sophia, please listen to me, I’m not cheating on you” he says quickly, his fingers tightening into fists, just like hers. He looks up for a moment, and freezes in his frantic tracks as he sees Alana, standing there with her hands tightly clenched at her side, the fingers start to move again, but this time to hang up. “I’ll talk to you later love” he whispers, staring intently at her, his gaze never waving for a second.
“Harry, I need to talk to you, please” Alana says clearly with no tremor in her voice but clearly begging him to listen. My fingers cross behind Louis’ back as I pray that he heeds her words.
But he doesn’t. He walks straight past her, not meeting her eyes again, not even for a second. And as he disappears into the wall of fans she shakes a little, a trembling hand runs through her blonde hair and a tiny whimper escape the confines of her mouth.
And then for the first time, I saw a person fall to pieces.
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