"NOVA!"

"OVER HERE, NOVA!"

"MISS KING!!"

It was hectic and chaotic but I was used to it by now. I smiled at all the nameless and faceless cameramen as they snapped picture after picture of me while I turned to give them different angles flipping my dark hair over my shoulders as I did.

I hated red carpet events.

"Nova how are you dealing with Louis being here?"

And that right there would be reason number one.

The invasive questions killed me. I was at the Grammys, the focus should be on the music, not my relationship or lack thereof.

"Nov, E! is over here, they need you for a quick interview." Felix, my publicist and best friend, said as he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me away from the vultures.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear as he helped me up the steps to the small platform E! News had set up for the Grammy preshow.

I was slightly nervous, Joan Rivers hadn't been my biggest fan the last few months but I couldn't really defend myself. My mind had been elsewhere and my clothing choices had been other people's job.

I waited for the producer and cameraman to signal that we were rolling while looking up and waving at the fans across the street who were shouting my name.

"Nova darling, you look marvelous. Who are you wearing?" Joan jumped right in. If she had greeted me I had totally missed it, regardless I beamed at her and smoothed my hands over my beaded yellow and cream silk long sleeved mini dress.

"Thank you. I'm wearing Emilio Pucci. He was wonderful enough to give me this dress." I answered with the well-rehearsed line. Always plug the designer Nova, it's always good to be on their good side is what my stylist, Judy, always says.

"Well it looks great. So you're nominated tonight and performing. Are you nervous?"

Yes. But not for those reasons. No I was nervous because I knew who was going to be here tonight.

No, Beyoncé and Jay Z didn't make me nervous, it was the blue eyed boy bander that I knew was a few people behind me on the carpet that had me internally freaking out but I wasn't about to say that to Joan.

"A little. It's always good to be nervous though before a performance." I answered.

And there he was, just past Katy Perry and right behind Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton.
His eyes were on me even as they were posing for the same photographers I had just been posing in front of.

I vaguely wondered if they were asking him about me, I wondered what he was thinking.
"- have fun tonight and good luck. Nova King everyone." Joan finished. I hadn't heard a word of it.

I stood frozen to my spot, eyes still locked on his. It wasn't until Felix forcefully tugged on my hand that I moved feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don't give them anything to talk about Nov. Just pretend like he's not here."

How in the world was a person supposed to pretend someone who meant so much to them wasn't in the same room as them?

I couldn't even ignore him when I didn't know him.

"Wow Nova, that's some intense vocals." Max, the producer I was working with for my sophomore album, complemented as he listened to the playbacks of my last recording session.

"Thanks." I replayed shyly picking at my nails. I never knew how to take complements; they always just left me feeling awkward.

"I think this is album worthy. I'm sure the label will agree." He continued.

I was happy, I really liked this song. It was my favorite so far anyway.

A noise on the other side of the door startled us both. We turned at the same time as it swung open, a group of boys and what I recognized to be their handlers entered the room.

"Oh man." Max said rubbing his hands on the back of his neck. "Nova I forgot to tell you, I had to squeeze someone else in for a quick emergency session. They are in the middle of their tour rehearsals and needed to rerecord some stuff for their album. Do you mind hanging out and I'll go over the rest with you after?"

If my manager was here he would go on and on about how unprofessional this situation was but as it was I was here alone, well in this room anyway, Felix was somewhere in the building. I always requested to be left alone when recording. My handlers saw it as one of my artistic quirks but really it was just me trying to get away from the constant supervision.

I looked up at the new group of people; some of the boys were staring at me wide eyed. I thought it was kind of funny, I mean I knew who they were, if anything I should be looking at them in awe.

"I don't mind at all, that is if you guys don't mind?" I asked with a smile at the boys.
The blonde, who I believe was named Niall, just stared but the curly headed one, Harry if memory served me correct, and the buzz cut sporting one, Liam, nodded their approval. Tall, dark, and handsome didn't seem to mind either as he gave me a lopsided grin, I wanted to say his name was Zayn, but it was smiley who actually spoke, and just in time too because it looked like one of the suites that was with them was about to kick me out.

"You can only stay if I can get a picture."

Louis.

That was smileys name.

I giggled and nodded as I watched his curly headed friend nudge him with a grin.

He stepped forward as I stood up and held his phone out in front of us to snap a picture as we both had cheesy grins on our faces.

After the picture was taken I stepped back and allowed Max to do his thing with the boys as I took a seat on the sofa in the back. I was fully prepared to ignore them until they were done so I mindlessly scrolled through twitter, catching up on friends back home and a few of my celebrity friends that I bother to actually follow. I was pretty immersed in the twittervers when something caught my eye.

There, retweeted by none other than Perez Hilton, was the photo I had just taken not 15 minutes ago followed by a tweet which read: Could Louis Tomlinson be interested in our new favorite pop diva?

I was intrigued, so I clicked on Louis name to see what he had tweeted. As it loaded I peeked up through my lashes to find that I was already being watched. Louis' piercing blue eyes had a mischievous glint to them that made me wish I had the ability to read minds.

I looked back at my phone when the tweet finally loaded and smirked. Above our picture Louis had tweeted out: Met this lovely lady today. My life is complete. Such a big fan.

I looked back up at him and chuckled. "You're dumb." I joked to which he instantly beamed back at me and made his way over to where I sat. I guess ignoring him was out.

"You saw it then." He asked taking the empty seat beside me and throwing his arm behind me to rest on the sofa back.

"It's hard to miss. I think we're trending." I looked down at my phone again to show him the current trending topics. Sure enough Louis and Nova where right on the list.

"That was fast." He commented. Then he looked away from my phone screen and up at me again. "They'll have us dating and moving in together by the end of the night." He chuckled.

I joined in nodding. It was true, I probably would be linked romantically to him by tonight and I was sure to get loads of hate for it. I would have to steer clear of twitter later.

"And to think, you haven't even bought me dinner yet." I tisked teasingly.

Louis looked up at me very seriously, biting his lip and all. "We should probably fix that then."

I smiled to myself, likely looking like a crazy person as I was pulled from one reporter to the next. I could only imagine what the sound bites would be tomorrow. I had been on auto pilot the whole way down the press tent, answering all the mindless questions, happy Felix was ahead of me warning the reporters not to ask about Louis.

I had made it all the way into the building unscathed by inquiries, even all the way to my seat before anyone even brought him up. Leave it to Taylor Swift to bring up ex's in the building, she had about twelve here on her own.

"Isn't it strange to have him sitting right behind you? I would freak out or ask for them to move me somewhere." She rambled on from her seat beside me.

Don't get me wrong, I loved the girl, she was the sweetest thing and one of my best friends in the industry but sometimes I just wanted to tape her mouth shut.

I sat silently as she kept talking about him, about how awkward it must be for me, about how awkward it was going to be after I performed.

I sunk a little further into my seat, ignoring the glare Felix and my manager, Tony, were sending me. I didn't want to think about after the performance.

No instead my mind wandered off to better times.

"Louis I swear I will kill you. Bring that back." I shouted after him as he ran away, giggling like a lunatic, with my phone in his hand.

"Stop texting and enjoy your day off with me Nov, please." He shouted from my front lawn as I stood at the front door, bare foot.

"I'm trying to get the details on the tour. Tony is texting me what's being said at the label meeting."

"He can tell you tomorrow. Today is my day."

I bit my lip and shook my head. There was no way I was getting that phone back, Louis would toss it into the pool before giving it back to me if I didn't swear to ignore it for the rest of the day.

"Fine, just let me text Tony and tell him I am unreachable for the rest of the day or he'll worry."

Louis smirked triumphantly and sauntered back towards me. He held the phone behind his back as he leaned in for a kiss. "You have to pay the price first."

I rolled my eyes but kissed him anyway, his arm instantly slid around my back and pulled me closer just as the kiss began to get a little more heated.

And then he pulled away, handed me my phone and walked back into the house. "Call the boss man and then get dressed, I'm taking my girlfriend out."

I felt a strange tingle in my body, Louis and I hadn't made anything official yet, we were just having fun, but he had just called me his girlfriend for the first time so casually.

I hadn't realized I was frozen to my spot until Louis turned around to smirk at me. The jerk knew exactly what he had said and he was finding my reaction amusing.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What? You don't want to be my girlfriend?" He asked with a chuckle. "Maybe if I ask properly?"

And there that tingling feeling was again, making me forget why I was narrowing my eyes at him in the first place. He walked back towards me, smirk still in place, and gently took my cheeks in his hands. His lips hovered right over mine as his eyes swept my whole face.

"Nova King, will you be my girlfriend?"

At this point the show had started.

And he was directly behind me.

I knew it was done on purpose. How could it not be? Everyone knew about the break up. It had been the biggest story for almost a month.

And here I was, front row close to the isle so the camera would always catch me, with my ex seated right behind me.

Honestly I couldn't be bothered to pay attention. Besides the fact that award shows were boring as hell, I couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the burning feeling of his eyes on the back of my head.

"You're award is up next." Taylor said nudging me.

I was thankful for the first time that night that she was beside me. I didn't think my label or management team would like me to look dazed when the camera inevitable fell on me when the nominees were called.

I smiled and held Taylor's offered hand even though there was no way in hell I was winning this award.

I was up for Best Pop Vocal Album against Maroon 5, Pink, Lady Gaga, and Rihanna. Compared to all of the above I was a nobody. The newbie.

Nicki Minaj and LL Cool J stood up on stage reading off the nominees as I mentally prepared myself for the loss, still feeling a pair of eyes burning into the back of my skull.

"And the winner is...."

I squeezed Taylor's hand, mostly because I just needed something to do. I felt like I was under a microscope with eyes on me from all directions.

"NOVA KING!"

I didn't actually hear my name. I did feel Taylor nearly tug my arm off though as she started to shake me. It wasn't until I saw myself on the screen that I realized what had happened and I had no idea how to react.

I just stood in complete shock, excepting a hug from Taylor along with a hug from my manager and Felix. Instinctively I turned to Louis but as soon as our eyes met I was lost again.

"Go up there." Taylor said gently shoving me towards the stage. I nodded, eyes still locked on Louis as he smiled weakly at me and clapped along with the rest of the audience.

I had a feeling that little interaction would be scrutinized to no end later. Not just by the media either.

I stumbled up the steps and accepted my Grammy along with the congratulations from the presenters.

It all felt like it was moving so slow and so fast all at once. I couldn't stop shaking.
"Um... I'm really terrible at Thank you's." I began.

"I know I'm forgetting someone." I mumbled before slamming my face down into the pillow.
I heard a chuckle to my left and a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles into my tense muscles.

Between the tour rehearsals and the finishing touches on my new album I was dead tired.
"Did you get everyone on the list?" Louis asked from above me referring to the list of record label people and lawyers and publicist and agents and everyone under the sun that has helped me in the industry that I was almost required to thank. I nodded, my face still buried in the pillow.

"And your family?"

Again I nodded.

"And you're fans?"

A nod.

"Well then you got everyone."

And it dawned on me who I had missed.

"Not quite." I said as I lifted my head and flipped over to look at him. "I missed one of the most important people."

Louis looked genuinely confused. I smirked as I sat up slightly to place my lips over his in a quick kiss. "You."

"You don't have to thank me." Louis said pulling away from me before I dropped back down into my back.

I giggled and rolled my eyes. "Of course I do silly."

Louis just stared at me for a moment before a smirk grew on his face and he swung his leg over my hips so he was straddling me with his arms on either side of my head holding him over me.

"Alright then. What are you going to put in this Thank you to me?"

I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "I can't tell you. You'll have to wait until you get the album."

"Oh is that so?"

I lifted my chin. "Yup. Just looking out for album sales. Need to take that number one slot from this insanely popular British boy band. I mean come on... who would be in one of those anyway?"

Louis gave me a mock glare before diving in to bite and suck on my on my neck playfully while his fingers dug into my sides making me squirm and giggle under him.

He finally let up after hearing me plead through my giggles. He placed a kiss on my collar before suspending his lips over my mouth. Our eyes sparkled with playfulness as we just looked at each other.

"I love you."

My eyes widened at his words. He loved me. And as I stared at him in slight shock I realized that I loved him.

"I love you too."

I was so grateful my acceptance speech was over. I managed a generic thank you to everyone knowing that in my state I wasn't going to be able to remember anyone.

I was dragged back to the press room as soon as I was off the stage, once again finding myself faced with a sea of flashing lights and shouting people.

I really was happy to have won, stunned but happy, but unfortunately my win was a bit overshadowed by my personal life. My mind wasn't here at all. Luckily I had been trained in public speaking well enough to not have to think about my answers as I clutched the gold little gramophone.

"Nova rumor has it your performance is a very personal song off your new album directed at Louis Tomlinson. Is that correct?"

And suddenly I was sucked back to the moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Felix and Tony scramble towards the podium. I bit my lip unsure of how to answer that without giving anything away or being snotty.

"Um... well... it is what it is." I finally managed with a shrug. By then Felix had made it up to me.
"That's all. Nova has to get ready for her performance."

And again I was swept away from unwanted questions.

"Good answer, by the way." Felix murmured into my ear as he led me backstage to my dressing room.

"NOVA!"

I froze. I recognized that voice, and if he was here there was a very good possibility that Louis was with him.

I turned, even as Felix tried to pull me along, and smiled at Liam Payne's beaming face. It's physically impossible to be upset when Liam looked at you like that.

"Hey babe. You look great." He continued as he engulfed me in a hug.

I giggled nervously as a pair of blue eyes locked on me from over Liam's shoulder. The other boys had made it to where we stood.

"You too. You all look great. I'm sure all the blogs will be talking about you guys."

I took turns hugging the other boys. As far as they knew Louis and I had ended mutually and for the most part that was true, but I wondered if it was less mutual now than it originally had been as I took him in.

We stood silently in front of each other, just looking at each other. The other boys having been distracted by the many people coming and going around us. But just like always Louis and I were in our own world.

"Congratulations babe." Louis finally broke the silence.

I smiled softly at him. "Thanks."

"You look beautiful, as always." He continued placing his hand on my arm in a friendly and familiar way.

I bit my lip trying to hide the fact that the one simple touch gave me chills. As I looked back at him I wondered if it affected him as much as it affected me to be near him.

It seemed like he was doing fine. He looked happy, he smiled and joked with the other boys, granted he kept looking at me but really that was probably out of habit. When you got in the habit of looking for a person in a crowded room it kind of stuck with you. We had a full year and a half to develop that trait.

I wondered how he could be okay. Did he not hurt like I did? We were both trained at pretending everything was fine but couldn't he give me a small sign that he was in pain too?

Because this hurt. It hurt to look at him and know that things weren't the same.

"Nov, you got to get ready. You're on soon." Felix urged.

I looked back a Louis and waved weakly. "I guess I'll see you then."

"Um, yea I'll see you later love."

And my world was moving again.

I wondered if it was all worth it. If he regretted all the little things that broke us as much as I did.

"Louis seriously?!" I hissed my hands on my hips as I stood in front of the television.

"Babe, come on. MOVE."

My head snapped back at the tone he used. He never spoke to me like that.

I hated when he was around all his friends. I especially hated when he forgot important dates and was much too busy playing FIFA to realize.

Stan gave me an apologetic look but the other two boys that I couldn't be bothered to remember their names acted like I wasn't even there.

It was my house damn it and I only had the one day off before I had to go back on tour. I wanted to spent time with my boyfriend today but instead he had his insanely loud, slightly obnoxious friends over while they visited him here in LA.

And to make matters worse he forgot what today was.

"Louis I need to speak to you. NOW!" Louis ignored me for a moment. Still intensely in the game but soon felt my glare burning into the side of his face.

He sighed and tossed the controller to one of his friends before getting up and following me into the kitchen.

"What?" He asked defeated.

"When are they leaving?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and folded his arms over his chest. I mimicked the action and leaned against the counter behind me.

"I haven't seen my friends in a long time. I want to spent time with them."

I never wanted to be one of those girlfriends that demanded their boyfriends spend time with them over his friends. I understood what it was like to not be around your friends and the desire to spend time with them but... today was my day. Louis had the whole week to hang out with his friends. I would be gone in the morning.

"You haven't seen me in weeks either." I knew it sounded whiny and I hated it but it was true.
Louis rolled his eyes. "Babe I can see you anytime. We're both on tour in the same country. My friends will be back home by the end of the week."

I wondered if he knew how ridiculous and insensitive he sounded just then.

"Why are you being so needy today?" He continued giving me an annoyed look.

I felt tears well in my eyes. He honestly didn't remember. I had pushed around my schedule for him and he hadn't even bothered to remember.

"You're a dick." I finally said. Pushing away from the counter and beginning to leave the kitchen. I needed to just bury myself in my bed and wait for the day to be over so I could catch my flight away from here.

"What the hell Nova?" Louis grabbed onto my elbow and pulled me around to face him. His mouth began to open to say... I'm not sure what but I cut him off before he could speak.

"It's our anniversary." I practically spat out. "I'm so happy you remembered."

Louis looked shocked. His eyes widened and I could almost see his mind racing as he tried to figure out the dates. I knew exactly when it hit him because his whole demeanor sagged as his hands reached up to rake through his hair.

"Nov I'm sor-"

"Save it. I'm going to bed."

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as my hair and makeup artist, Gia, finished up. Behind me Judy began to get my stage wear ready for me to change into but my mind wasn't here at all.
It was on the end of Louis and I.

We had fallen apart before we even really started and we were both to blame. We took each other for granted and towards the end were much more focused on our pride and protecting ourselves from hurting that we didn't stop to see what we were doing to each other.

I regretted that more than anything.

I regretted hurting Louis.

I regretted letting Louis hurt me.

I was in complete misery.

And the worst part was knowing that he was too.

Louis stared at me from across the room. We were in his apartment in London. My UK tour kicking off in a few days.

I was torn between being happy to see my boyfriend and thinking it was a mistake to even be here.

"What's wrong with us?" Louis finally spoke pulling me out of my thoughts. My head snapped up to look at him. "We were so happy. What happened?"

I shrugged, tears surging up in my eyes.

Everything happened. From constant hate and disapproval from fans to schedule conflicts to jealousy. You name it.

"I don't know how to fix it." He confessed.

All the air in my lungs left in a gasp. I couldn't bring myself to believe what was happening.
"Is that why you've been seeing her?" I asked quietly looking down again.

It hadn't past my notice that Louis had been photographed more than once on multiply occasions with the same girl. I knew enough about the industry to have let once or twice pass but there were hundreds of photos.

"She's just a friend Nov."

My eyes snapped up at him so fast the tears were dislodged from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. "Like we were just friends? Tell me Louis because you two are looking really cozy in those pictures."

I could tell, before the words were fully out of my mouth, that Louis was giving up. The defeated look on his face said it all. It all became too much for the both of us.

It was sad really, we used to always smile and laugh. Louis used to have a knack for making me giggle even in my worst moods but now all we seemed to do was make each other miserable.

"It doesn't matter what I say Nova, you've already made up your mind."

And I knew he had too.

I had no idea how to react. All I could do was stare at him as I sucked my lips into my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"So that's it then." I managed after a while, throwing my hands out in front of me. "This is it. The end of us."

Louis stared into my eyes not saying a word but it looked like he wanted to.

I prayed he would but nothing was said.

Slowly, I nodded and reached for my bag that had never made it past the front door. Louis flinched like he wanted to reach for me but it was nothing more than that.

"Bye Louis." I said, holding in the sob that was practically strangling me as I walked out the door.

That week in London had been the worst. I couldn't go anywhere near where he lived without feeling an almost magnetic pull towards him. I wanted to go back to him, to go back to the way we were but I knew it wouldn't work that way so I avoided him.

I had done a good job up until now.

As I stood just off the main stage where I would be performing my new song for the very first time ever, I realized how very much I missed him. It was times like these that I missed his soothing words or the way he would make jokes to make me forget about what was worrying me.

Louis had an effect on me that no one else has ever had on me before. He evened me out, being silly when I was too serious or serious when I was a mess. He held me together when I fell apart and pushed me when I needed the extra nudge.

It just came down to I missed Louis Tomlinson.

"You're up next." A woman with a head set announced to me.

I nodded at her, taking a deep breath and smoothing my hands over my skin tight white skirt before adjusting the black crop top. I sent a silent prayer up that I wouldn't trip in the death trap heels as I nodded and smiled at the dancers who rushed past me to take their places on the stage.

"Good luck kid." Felix said, giving me a gentle push and a reassuring smile.

One more deep breath and I was on stage waiting for Adam Levine to introduce my performance.

As soon as the music started I was back on auto pilot. I began the riffs as my eyes swept the front few rows, all I could really see anyway. I was actively looking for him now.

I wanted his reaction to this song.

Thinking back when we got together
And in our hearts we were saying forever
So in love, boy we were so in love
Jealousy wasn't what we wanted, we broke up
You looked into my eyes I should of spoke up
And held you near, now I'm alone
And here it comes again

Louis' eyes were wide as the words sunk in. I knew he knew.

I hadn't really put much effort into making it a mystery.

Cause I remember every word that you said
It all just keeps spinning and running in my head
But it don't matter what I try to do
I keep on forgetting to forget about you
And I don't want to think about you baby so much
All the things we did and the way that we touched
Just when I think about someone new
I keep on forgetting to forget about you
Forget about you, forget about
Watch me turn around keep forgetting to forget about you
Forget about me and you

Every single time I had thought of him, every single time I had hurt at the memories, all the dates I couldn't even bring myself to consider after Louis was poured into this song and I could see he was feeling that.

I'd be crazy to say that we were perfect
And sometimes I was wondered if it was worth it
But now I see, how good you were for me
And every time I drive by your apartment
I get this overwhelming urge to walk in
And see your face and to be in that place all over again

His eyes were glued to mine, even when I looked away they would always find mine again as I kept singing. The course came up again, my body mindlessly going through the staging I had rehearsed time and time again.

Even though I was performing in front of a room full of important people and my peers in the industry I could only be bothered to care about one person there and I was sure the whole room knew it.

By the bridge I gave up trying to hide it as I walked straight to the middle of the stage, forgetting that I was supposed to be further back with the dancers and not caring that I was probably throwing them off and turning my performance into a disaster.

This was for Louis and I needed him to know it.

I was sure to hear it as soon as I got off stage as well.

The way we laughed, the way we kissed
I never thought that I would miss
All the things I used to complain about you
The football games, the hometown friends
I was glad to see it end
But tell me why I feel so lost without you?

I locked eyes with Louis who was sitting right in front of me, a seat filler in my seat but in that moment he was invisible, only Louis was there. And then the big note came and I vaguely hoped he would be proud.

Here it comes again

As soon as I caught my breath and fell back into the chorus I began to work the stage again, my point having been made, I took my eyes off of him.

The rest of the song seemed to fly by after that. And when I was standing, center stage, breathing heavy after the last note.

I felt free.

It was all out.

And he had heard it.

However this played out from here, I knew I had finally done what I needed to do.

It was my confession to the world and my apology to Louis.

The audience loved it. Tears built up in my eyes as I saw the beaming faces of people I looked up to and respected clapping and cheering for me.

The same tears fell from my eyes as I looked over to where he was sitting because he was no longer there.

Liam's gave me a half smile that seemed slightly apologetic but that was the only response I got before I rushed off the stage.

Felix was there instantly, arms wrapped around me tightly. "You did great hun."

I nodded, too afraid to speak because I didn't want to start sobbing like a child.

Part of me expected Louis to be there when I got off stage and another part of me hoped he wasn't.

I realized which part was bigger as the seconds turned into minutes and I was led back to my dressing room and Louis still wasn't there.

My heart broke all over again.

My consciences intention wasn't to win Louis back but the longer I sat there, staring at the counter top as Judy and Gia changed me back into my designer dress, the more I realized that my heart had been secretly hopping that would be the outcome.

Felix was at the door once more. Looking at me like he wanted to take all the pain away. I bit my lip as I stared at him through the mirror.

"Do I have to go back out there?"

He studied me for a long time, probably debating if I was mentally stable enough to go back in front of the world.

"No. You can hang out back here if you want. You're not up for anything else." He must have concluded that I wasn't. "But I am going to need you to pull it together because you have to at least show your face at a few after parties."

I sighed but nodded. It was the life I led. Even if I was hurting I had to hide it.

A throat clearing behind Felix made everyone jump. Gia and Judy looked at me hopefully while Felix turned to see who it was. My heart beat erratically as it pounded against my rib cage while whoever it was spoke to Felix just out of eye sight and then he was there.

My heart felt like bursting and falling all at once. The wetness was back in my eyes and my whole body seemed to sag.

Judy and Gia looked like they wanted to go to me but thought I might want to speak to him instead and exited behind Felix leaving me and the pop star alone.

My eyes locked, not on intoxicating blue eyes, but sympathetic green ones.

"Harry," I said and then had to swallow the lump in my throat as my voice didn't sound like my own. "Um, hey."

He didn't say a word just walked towards me and hugged me.

I returned it but didn't say anything else.

"He needs time Nova." I never doubted that if anyone in the group knew the truth about Louis and I it was Harry. They shared everything.

I nodded and pulled away. Harry ducked down and wiped my tears away. "You were great though. That song was... you smashed it."

The whole time Harry spoke his hand was rubbing the little pendent on the silver chain he always wore. It was silly that that was what I noticed but it was relevant to me because it reminded me that I wasn't the only heartbroken person in the world. Hell I wasn't the only heartbroken person in this room.

"Thank you Harry."

He gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged. "No problem. But I really ought to leave now. We are skipping out on the parties and taking an early flight home. Tour starts in a few days."

Again I swallowed a lump in my throat. So that was really it. Louis wasn't coming at all, instead he sent his friend to console me. I didn't know whether I was grateful or disappointed.

"Oh." I took a moment to gather my thoughts before looking up at Harry through my lashes.

"Alright. Have a safe flight and um tell Louis that I... tell Louis-" What did I want Louis to know really.

The truth was I wanted him to know I still loved him but my heart was so sick of hurting. I was sick of hurting. So I did something I didn't think I could. I was actually surprised at the ease of it really because even as it flowed out I felt my heart give one last tug.

"Tell Louis no hard feelings and I wish him the best."

Harry looked hesitant for a moment but nodded anyway before giving me one more hug and leaving.

As soon as the door shut behind him I let out a sob. One sob with no tears because after all of it, I had done what I was most afraid of.

I let Louis go.

Notes

Once again, if you haven't listened to Jojo's Keep Forgetting, you should.

This is the second in a series of oneshots (and possible full length fic)

The first is Paper Airplanes which is a Harry oneshot.

Anyway let me know what you think.