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.
Niall's POV
"And then Louis grabbed my foot!" Liam exclaims in exaggeration jokingly, being corny in a literal way.
I ignore his further stories and stand up without the three of them noticing me.
I silently walk my way to the other room of the tour bus where Harry lays in his bunk.
I enter the room with bunk beds, drunk noise and laughter was replaced with silence and a tad of Harry's snores.
He's sleeping on the lower bunk, which I have to crouch down to.
I slowly reveal him by opening the curtain, finding him staring at me as I saw his face.
"Mate! I thought you were asleep!" I say shockingly as he offers me to sit.
"Who even has time for sleep? We rarely do it anyway." He says with no hint of emotion, almost like a robot.
"Now you're just talking nonsense, Harry. What's keeping you up?" I ask further and he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment.
"She won't pick up." He says in his plain tone, though I could sense his sadness.
I immediately knew that he was referring to Taylor, she was always on his mind.
"She tried to call me earlier, now she won't pick up?" He says, as if he was blaming himself.
His words take me back to the scene I caught when we were running towards the tour bus, feeling the adrenaline.
The conversation with Louis, that was a different Harry I witnessed-he wasn't Harry.
"So I guess that's just karma, huh?" I slightly laugh, but his face was a different story.
"What?" He asks in confusion, like he was clueless of what I was telling him.
"Earlier, when you talked to Louis. She was calling you, and Louis insisted you to pick it up. But instead, you ignored it, saying that you wouldn't want to be punished for doing so. Then you caused it to get more heated when you said she wasn't your girlfriend or anything that meant to you, I figured. You said that she was... just a job that Ed left for you." I frown at my last sentence, thinking that he was really in love with her.
"Niall, I didn't mean tha-"
"What does it mean then?" I ask him, my face straight giving justice to what he said, giving a punishment.
He sighs like he usually does, bringing the sheets closer to his exposed chest.
"Did it really mean that she was nothing to me? Her kisses were just lipstick marks on my lips, and her cuddles just a pair of arms taking me in without a reason?" He starts to question himself instead, looking like the little Cheshire boy I saw in pictures.
"Niall," He calls my attention, "do you think that-" he stops, fear hinted in our silence.
"She's really nothing?" He asks, looking up at the partition of the other bunk.
"Nothing like... what?" I ask him slowly, wanting him to explain it more.
"Why would I tell that to Louis? Who knows, it's the truth-"
"No, Harry. Shut up and go to bed. Come on, lad, there isn't time for your shenanigans. Taylor would probably pick up your call tomorrow. It's been a long day." I tuck him in like a little baby.
"Promise?" He asks childishly, being serious on it.
"I can't keep anything." I simply tell him and go to my own bunker as I fall asleep, careless of what happens around me.
Louis' POV
The morning atmosphere fills the tour bus, hearing some of our guards chatting about business that I don't want to get in to.
We slept in the bus without staying in a hotel, due to Harry falling asleep before we even left the arena.
Poor Harry, I feel sorry for my best mate. He seems like a dad already, though he can't handle it. At least that's how I picture the situation.
He didn't mean his words, really. Like any tired man would do, he would be idiotic and have nonsense coming right out of their mouth, not caring of the result as long as they get rest.
I get out of my bunk, stretching a tad just to get some nerves working.
I find only three men in the room with me, leaving me thinking on wherever Harry could go.
Nonchalantly, I walked out of the room to get breakfast and right on to my daily routine.
"Taylor!" A British accent screams as I went inside the room to get food.
"Taylor!" His voice rings in my ears irritatingly once more; it's Harry.
I quickly rush to him, finding him on a little couch with eyes firmly shut.
"TAYLOR!" He screams, poor lad having a nightmare. His body is shaking, hands are clenching. His feet are cold within contact with my legs.
"Shh, shh, Harry." I attempt to calm him down, only to make the situation worse.
"NO I NEED YOU TAYLOR!" He screams, ignoring noise from outside his nightmare.
"Harry!" I yell at him, still not working.
"Taylor don't leave me." He now cries, real tears forming between his eyes, each falling continuously.
He rises up from his nightmare, sat up and slouching. Harry looks around, wiping the tears off his face.
"L-Louis?" He sees me, while I see him slightly crying still. "Don't worry, mate. You'll be home soon." I comfort him, pulling the green-eyed boy into a hug.
"I-I d-drreaamt t-th-that T-T-Ta-Taylor left meeee a-and I w-was pa-paralyzed s-so sh-she con-continued to l-leave me." He says in between his sobs. He couldn't get his words fixed, so I didn't let him continue.
"Harry, look at me." I tried to catch his attention, which I did.
"She loves you, and you love her, that's all that matters, doesn't it?" I tell him straight in the eye.
"But what about the stuff I told you? Does that-"
"Shut up." I smile and chuckle at the lad and I finally see his blinding smile that he always shows off.
A/N: It's short, I know. Ugh.
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