A New Life

Harry's POV

I woke up this morning with a banging headache. And then everything from the night before came flooding back.

I remembered the awful fight I had with Georgina last night. Damn it I was such a dick. Ed trusted me with the information about Georgina's past.

The guys knew that she was "troubled" but they didn't know that she was basically a homeless prostitute wonked out on drugs. He even told me that she was the inspiration for his song The A Team.

First of all Ed and the boys would kill me if he found out that I was so cruel. Damn I didn't even know that I could be that cruel. It just came out of my mouth. And obviously I couldn't just blame my mouth on being drunk last night, because I remember everything. Damn.

I got outside of my room and there were all the boys eating breakfast around the common room. I walked in and all the lad's heads turned around, and they looked.. not mad, but disappointed.

"Rough night ehh?" Louis looked at me and he looked more serious than I had seen him in a while. "Wanna talk?" Louis' eyes were sympathetic. All of the boys must have talked about what happened last night before I woke up. I nodded.

We walked outside to the deck where I was last night.

"Where's Georgina?" I asked

"She's on the roof chilling, I think she needed to just get some fresh air."

"I feel awful Louis what I said was so wrong."

"Well obviously you are going to have to do something about it. What you said last night was it true? I mean we all knew that she was practically homeless but…"

"Ya, Ed told me when he was a little bit drunk, and I asked what his inspiration for The A Team was, he made me promise not to tell you lads."

"Wow." Louis looked shocked. "That must of been awful, shit, harry what you did was… despicable."

"I know, what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm just so fucking sick and tired of people being up my arse about who I sleep with! I mean I'm young can I have fun. And I know that I could probably tone down, but what would our band be without the "bad boy"! Shit, I was getting heated again.

"Hey calm down, you need to talk to Georgina it really isn't fair what you said. You've gotta fix this before we get on the plane to leave tomorrow. The lads and I don't want this drama. Also you need to apologize for the way you acted to her before last night. You wouldn't even talk to her! We are all supposed to mates. Liam told me about what he said to you about not just banging her then leaving her, but you've just taken it to a whole new level mate." Louis was right, damn it.

"She's on the roof right?" I had to get this done as quickly as possible.

I climbed up to the roof. The first thing I noticed was the view. And then I saw her. Georgina was right on the ledge, it looked as if she was about to jump. I was about to run to her and push her back when I noticed the guitar in her hands she was playing, and singing.

I know a man who fills his emptiness
with strangers
I know a girl who drinks herself to
sleep at night
You can't change her
I know people who use chat rooms as
confessionals
I know down and outs who once were,
once they were professionals
Wipe it off your sleeve
Your superiority
Don't roll your eyes my sweet

We're just the same

We all get desperate sometimes

Feeling black and blue

I know you'll find it hard

to accept it sometimes

We all feel black and we feel blue

Wipe it off your sleeve

Your superiority

Don't roll your eyes my sweet

man she was good. Then she abruptly stopped and looked around at me.

Georgina's POV

I heard someone coming and I knew it was him. I turned around and there he was. Damn he even looked good in the "just woke up look". Shit ahh why the fuck am I thinking this. He's a dick. Why the fuck am I always attracted to the boys who are most likely going to kill me in a horror movie. I couldn't look at him anymore.

He came over and sat next to me and I swear my heart stopped a beat. 'Stop it, its never going to happen' I thought.

"Hey." his voice sounded rough.

"Whats that song called?" he looked at me expectantly

"Black and Blue by Paloma Faith."

"Good song." I nodded in unenthusiastic agreement.

"Please don't be like that." His eyes looked sad.

I looked down. We sat there like that for 5 seconds, 10, 30.

He cleared his throat.

I got up to leave and he grabbed my wrist. He opened up his mouth to say something then looked down at my wrists.

I gulped.