Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 31: Phone Calls.

Chapter 31: Phone Calls.

Harry's POV

I lazily pour hot coffee into my mug, having a few drops mislead onto the counter top.

"Gah!" I say in slight pain coming from my thigh, half used to the burning temperature of the caffeine drink.

"You okay there, Harry?" Louis sticks his head out of the doorway while interrupting his phone call with El.

"Uh, y-yeah." I assure him with pain still coming along.

One month. Pretty fast, ain't it? Not exactly.

It's been a pain in my anus, really. Headaches at four in the morning, usually because of Taylor, and thinking about how many hours of sleep I have left; two.

She's been trying to reach me through phone calls, yet I could not even answer.

I can't even text her, that is how busy my life is-- not a second, not a little glimpse of her.

Every second would always be for talking to people, even strangers that interrogate you through their camera lense.

Every time I eat, there would only be five minutes to occupy, digestion is not in the vocabulary.

Car rides consist of little meetings that contain plans for what to do next, while tour buses are our practice grounds before a show.

Morning should only allow time for waking up, eating a swift breakfast, and bathe to dress up.

"Come on, Harry! Not much time left in the world!" Paul yells from the hotel suite entrance.

Not much left in your world, I squeezed in a quick thought in my busy life.

Just then, my phone rang, causing me to pause in wearing my worn off boots.

I pull the iPhone, reading Taylor's name brightly flashed on the screen, giving me an option to ignore or answer the call.

Instinctively, I pressed the button allowing me to neglect the call, earning a mental slap from myself telling me that I'm a complete idiot.

"God knows what I wanted to do, Taylor Swift." I say, a seductive smirk forming on my face before I exit the suite that I hated to call home.

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"Goodnight!" I scream into the mic, signaling the crowd that the show's over. Exhaustion fills me as I unconsciously do my actions.

"Good show, lads." Liam complements all of us as we run to our tour bus.

My phone rings again and my mind forces me to quickly ignore it, knowing that it's Taylor again.

"Answer it." Louis runs next to me.

I shrug as if it was nothing. "Rather not get yelled at." I tell him plainly and he disapproves, shaking his head.

"I'd rather want you to see your smile in hearing your "girlfriend"'s name." He tells me seriously, keeping a straight face as he commands me, like he was the console and I'm just his manipulated avatar.

"She's not my girlfriend." I laugh rather offensively, "She's just my job." My words sounded like it flows like water, when it actually was hard to get out like ketchup.

"Stop trying to lie to yourself, we all know the truth, Harry. We all know that y-"

"I'm tired, would you just shut your filthy mouth?" I offended him, I see it in his features.

"Just don't fail yourself." He advices and gets in the bus, me following him weakly.

I guess this whole tour thing is just getting into my nerves.