"We started to sing. I looked into his green eyes. It took all my strength not to just crumble on stage and and cry on the cold, hard floor. I choked up on the line, "And I can't live without you." It hurt to much. My head was spinning. My words started to blur. My vision slowly receded. I was dehydrated from crying. I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten. And when it came time to sing, "I love you, forever," I passed out, as two strong arms caught me before I fell."
I cried until I couldn't remember why I was crying anymore. That's a lie. I did remember, but I was numb. I couldn't cry anymore. I looked up and saw Liam Payne looking down at me, his warm brown eyes not the color I really wanted to see, but I was glad they were there.
"Hi Liam," I tried. My voice came out quiet and broken.
"Hi, Love. You need some water?" he asked, his sad smile sincere.
"Yes," I whispered.
He leaned over and grabbed the water glass that he had gotten for me when we first got on the bus. The ice had already melted, but if was still fresh and cold.
I took big gulps as he watched, carefully. I swallowed it all and handed the glass back. "Thank you," I said, my voice a little stronger now.
He only smiled. He took his thumb to his tongue and then wiped it across my cheek.
"You've got a bit of stray make-up," he said, wiping my tear and make-up soaked cheek.
"Sorry," I said.
"You apologize to much," said a voice from across the bus. I looked up to see Em and Niall sitting on what used to be Harry's bed. They were holding hands.
"Whoa, Em? When did this happen?" I said smiling a bit. Even through the pain, I could still tease my best friends.
She smiled and they both blushed. "Just now, really. You feelin' better now, Darling?"
"No, but seriously when did this happen? How? I want details, Darlin'!" I said, trying to regain any happiness left inside of me.
She laughed and Niall smiled.
"Well," Niall started, but before he could continue, the bus door slammed open against the inside.
One angry male figure stood in the doorway, his eyes black and cold. His muscles tense with rage. His large hands were balled into fists at his sides. His teeth were barred together, and he growled as if he were some sort of beast, ready to tear someone to shreds.
"LIAM PAYNE!" Harry bellowed at the top of his lungs, his deep voice slicing through the air.
Seeing him this angry scared me so much I couldn't move. Seeing him at all made me want to implode.
"Harold, calm down!" said Niall, a little sheepish because of what happened the last time Harry got mad.
"I'm not coming after you, am I? You ignorant bastard! Now stay out of my fucking way, so I only have to bury one body tonight!" he growled. This voice falling from his lips wasn't his. It was the monster's.
Niall staggered back at the comment. His face drained of color as he cowered away from Harry. He left nothing in between Harry and Liam but me. And that just pissed the monster off more.
"Harry, let's not be irrational!" Liam started, gently pushing me away, and standing up. Even though in a grudge match between normal Harry and Liam, he would have Harry on his ass in two seconds, against the monster he was no match. I was guessing he knew this by the way he slightly shook in fear.
"DON'T GIVE ME YOUR BULLSHIT, PAYNE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE'S MINE!" he roared, pounding his fist into a wall. It left a huge dent.
"Harry, I don't like Aubrey like that! I swear! I only wanted to help 'cause I'm her friend!" Liam's frame was strong, but you could tell he was struggling to keep his composure.
"LIES!" Harry screamed. He took one large stride forward and caught Liam by the collar of his shirt. He was done for. Harry wound his fist back, when..
"HARRY, STOP!" a voice yelled. I didn't know where it came from but it stopped Harry dead in his tracks. His black eyes focused on me in shock. Then I gasped. The voice was my own. "Just stop," I whispered.
He blinked furiously. He dropped Liam in a heap on the floor. He looked up at me again, his eyes now the beautiful emerald green I knew. The eyes that, a day ago, would've melted away my problems; but they just spread pain throughout my heart and soul.
"Aubrey?" he asked, my name dripping with pain from his lips.
"You ASSHOLE! YOU HURT HER!" Em suddenly shouted from behind him. I hadn't even noticed she'd gotten up. He turned. And her fist connected with his jawline. And he went down.
I refused to speak to him. Text after text built up in my phone, to which I didn't want to reply. I tried to keep my mind off him by talking to the girls a lot more. It seems that Em and Niall bonded over wanting to kill Harry for what he did to me. And then Niall nervously asked her out. I thought it was the cutest thing ever.
Shay and Zayn apparently hit it off. Zayn and Perrie Edwards from Little Mix, a girl band popular in the UK, had had a nasty divorce. They tried to convince me they were just friends, but I could just tell there was something there. Shay blushed every time he spoke her name. His eyes twinkled every time she spoke to him. It was cute.
I was pretty convinced Rose and Louis were secretly dating already. They would lightly brush each other in the halls, or have little staring contest that ended in a fit of giggles from Rose and a huge grin from Louis. They made an amazing couple.
I had been talking to Liam a lot more since he and I were sharing a bus now. We became very close after that horrible day that Harry caused. I didn't like him like I wanted to date him, but he became a best friend to me. Not as close as my girls and I but pretty close. Liam told me he thought Tay was a lovely girl, and I gave him my consent to ask her out. Tay usually didn't date, but she told me she thought Liam was pretty cute.
Getting back to Harry and I, we hadn't talked for a few days. Those days had been spent on the road, traveling to another arena somewhere across the state of New York. My state. Harry had tried to talk to me, even called and left a voice mail once a day. But there was nothing left I wanted to say to him. I'd let my guard down. I'd believed him when he said he could control it. I'd gotten mad at him once, and he exploded. This was why I was numb to him. Like I knew he existed, but refused to acknowledge his presence.
That day we finally stopped in some city, I can't remember the name of. I was too numb at the time to care. I was just going through the motions at that point.
We got to the arena, and Liam helped me steer clear of Harry as best I could. Every once in a while, I would catch Harry's intense green stare. It was full of hurt and regret. And every time I saw those eyes it took all the fight I had left in me to walk away. To not fall to the floor, and curl up in a ball, sobbing my heart away. I'd wished I'd never met Harry Styles.
Eventually we got to a sound check. We went through the regular song motions, and everything went well. I would pass Harry without making eye contact, so I was okay. But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that was eating away at my soul. I knew what was coming up, and I dreaded it every minute of rehearsal until the heart stopping, soul clenching words were uttered.
"Time for the duet!"
We started to sing. I looked into his green eyes. It took all my strength not to just crumble on stage and and cry on the cold, hard floor. I choked up on the line, "And I can't live without you." It hurt to much. My head was spinning. My words started to blur. My vision slowly receded. I was dehydrated from crying. I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten. And when it came time to sing, "I love you, forever," I passed out, as two strong arms caught me before I fell.
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Banded Together (One Direction fanfic)Fanfiction
She looked at him. Hatred. He looked at her. True Love. Will she look past her hatred and love him? Or will he just give up, and be alone forever? ~A. xx