(Harry’s POV)
I woke up with a massive headache. My head was pounding. I got up from my bed and quickly changed.
I went out of my room and headed downstairs for breakfast. I haven’t had breakfast home in the longest while. I always left as soon as I woke up to either eat breakfast with Emma or the boys.
As I walked through the halls of the second floor, the door to Elle’s room was wide opened. I suddenly remembered the argument last night.
Her eyes were full of pain. She was hurting and I was one of the reasons. I remember seeing her cry. I hated it when she cries. It makes me feel guilty even if it isn’t my fault. But, this time, it was my fault. I should have been there for her. And I hated myself for that.
I went in her room to see if she was there. I peaked and no one was inside. Her bed was neatly made and the room was somehow empty.
She’s probably in the recording in her studio, I thought.
I left her room and went downstairs. I could smell the food that my mom was cooking. I went in the kitchen and sat on the stool of the kitchen island.
“Morning, Harry.” My mom greeted.
“Morning.” I greeted back.
She smiled and continued cooking. Just then, Gemma came in. She sat next to me and looked at me. “Haven’t seen you down here in awhile.” She said.
I rolled my eyes and drank my water.
“What are you up to today?” My mom asked.
“Just recording today. But, I was planning on visiting Elle in her studio today.” I said.
“Elle’s not there.” Gemma said.
“She isn’t?” I asked, “Well, she’s not in her room.”
“She’s not here. At all. She left.” Gemma continued.
“Where did she go?” I asked, confused.
”She’s on tour.” My mom said handing me a plate of pancakes and bacon.
“She on tour?” I asked, “How come I did not know that? No one from the studio mentioned it.”
“First, it’s not her tour. It’s The Wanted’s tour. She’s their special guest for the whole tour. Second, you wouldn’t know because technically you haven’t been around.” Gemma said, smiling sarcastically at me.
My mom chose to stay quiet. I turned myself to face Gemma. I looked at her in the eye and shook my head. I knew she was right but she didn’t have to fucking rub it on my face. I shook my head and stood up.
“I’m not so hungry anymore.” I said, “I’ll go shower.”
I walked out of the kitchen and headed for my room. I grabbed some a pair of jeans and a white shirt. I went in the shower and washed myself. I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower. I quickly changed and dried my hair.
I got out of the shower and headed for my bed. I opened my laptop and went on twitter. I scrolled through a few tweets and saw that Elle had tweeted.
@OfficialElle: busy busy bee buzz buzz
I smiled at her cute tweet. But then sighed as I remembered she was mad at me. I hated it when she was mad at me. It was the worst thing ever. Because when she’s mad I know I did something wrong. Which, in this case, I did.
I heard a knock on the door. I turned to see Gemma standing in the doorway, smiling softly at me. She made a puppy dog face and I knew what wanted.
“Go away, Gem.” I said, “You’re just going to make me feel more bad about it.”
She sighed and walked towards me. She sat next to me and put her hand on my back. “You know that I am only like this because I care about the both of you, right?”
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, “So you treat me like shit to prove that you care about me and Elle?”
She chuckled, “I’m sorry, Harry. I know I came on quite bitchy today.”
“Bitchy is an understatement.” I said smiling.
“I know, I know.” She said chuckling, “It just that I really care about Elle and you. Your relationship as friends-“
“Best friends.” I said cutting her off.
“Best friends” she said continuing, “Your relationship as best friends is something I’ve never seen. Your bond is strong and huge. You guys are the ideal best friends. And Elle is like a sister to me. So she means a lot to me too. I had to make you realize that Elle needed you. You and her, Harry. You and her are legit.” She said.
She paused for awhile and let me think. I smiled at the memories of Elle and I that flashed in my head. All the laughs, the smiles, the sad times, the good times… everything.
“She still loves you, you know.” She said.
“After what happened last night, I doubt that.” I sighed, “She hates me.”
“She could never hate you, Harry. Do you honestly think 18 years of friendship would go to waste just like that because of your mistake? I don’t think so. You just have to make it up.” She said, smiling.
“How do I do that?” I asked.
“You’re the one who knows her a lot more than I do. Think of something that you think will make up for what you did.” She said.
I looked up at her, “Will you help me?”
“Of course I would, Haz.” She said, “I gotta go. See you later bro.”
She stood up and walked out of my room. “See you.” I called after her.
Gemma was right. If I still want to keep this relationship with Elle, I needed to make up for it. I needed to make things right between me and her, again. I could not lose her like this. I just can’t.
I got my phone and called a few people. It was time to start planning.