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Hey Jude I & II

Old Antics



It’s ten at night and I can’t put this coffee down. Harry is sleeping and everyone else is gone. The room is viciously silent and everything is appealing to me, yet at the same time it’s not. I stare so long at the styrofoam cup in my hands it begins to blur. My gaze then falls towards the salt and pepper tiles and the optical illusions they play. It’s too quiet, yes, though my head won’t shut up.

I’ve heard and seen two sides of the story, incomplete as it may be. But I have yet to find out from Harry himself, if he remembers. My nails tap on the mousepad, not affecting the screen that still holds the image. No matter how many times I blink, or open and shut my laptop, it’s there mocking me. On my ten by thirteen inch screen sits a picture of Harry and the unknown brunette he was spotted leaving the party with. The caption is humiliating enough.

Faceless. Nameless. I don’t know what to believe with the little facts that I have. If there’s anything that I’ve learned in journalism, it’s the power of perception. Words can manipulate the reader to see different things in a photograph. If it weren’t for the hard evidence of Harry supposedly being drugged, I would have reason to jump to the worst conclusions. What frightens me more is never knowing what happened in that thin gap of time. Is it THAT important?

I’ll be damned by this twitter frenemy who keeps sending me these gossip links, only to pollute my mind further. Harry would disapprove of me reading these sites, but right now he’s on trial. Victim and suspect. I look at him and feel both pity and betrayal. I have to stay neutral for a bit longer.

Our bags are lined up by the wall. Thanks to Calvin who came to our rescue, we should be leaving on our flight to Dublin by noon tomorrow. He too was full of worry, spending a good portion of his visit making several calls. I can only assume to management and maybe even Harry’s parents. I still haven’t told my parents and I will eventually, once I’m sure what to say.

Ed left a little while after Calvin’s arrival. I promised to have Harry call him once he was back to normal. Lou called me and I shared what I could, which wasn’t much. Calvin also spoke with the rest of the band mates and that was that. It wasn’t till everyone had gone that I had received the tweet and I ignored it… till an hour ago.

I united two of the large cushioned chairs to form a decent bed. Giving in for the night, despite my small caffeine fix, I put away all my electronics and forced myself to sleep. I could worry the night away but my brain has finally worn out the rest of me. Thankfully.



I hear voices and it stirs me to wake up. Squinting from the daylight, I see Harry sitting at the edge of the hospital bed, rolling up his sleeves and nodding with the doctor. He looks as good as new. I probably can’t say the same for myself. I push one chair away to stand and stretch, catching Harry’s attention. Smiling he walks over to me just as the doctor leaves the room.

“Good mornin’, love. I’m sorry you slept there. You should have snuggled beside me, there was plenty of room,” he says while cradling me in his arms.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I speak unto his chest. He smells clean. He must have showered, meaning he must have been up a while. “I’m just gonna use the restroom to freshen up a bit.”

I grab my toiletry bag and lock myself in the humid bathroom. As I predicted, I have bags and semi dark circles under my eyes. The perfect combo! It’s a messy bun kind of day and I take out the tube of concealer right after I brush my teeth. Of course the tube holds no magic. I’m going to settle for my fake glasses instead. In the mood for a large sweater, I search in my bags to change and keep my leggings. If we are flying for ten hours then I’m going comfortable.

Harry’s on the phone and when we make eye contact he mouths Calvin’s name. I nod and scan the area to make sure we have everything. I should be happy to have my old Harry back, still I can’t talk myself out of this funk.

“We can get breakfast at the airport. Sound good?” Harry asks and slips the phone in his back pocket.
I shrug and nod. All I really want is more coffee. An endless supply please.

“Okey, we should have a cab already waitin’ for us downstairs.”

Harry tries to carry most of my bags as well, but I assure him that I can manage. It is then that I notice a strange expression on his face as I turn around to enter the elevator. And from then on I’m being watched carefully. We stuff the trunk with our luggage and slide into the back of the taxi. My stay in Los Angeles is short compared to last time, and less pleasant. I hope Dublin helps me forget all this.

“Somethin’ is wrong. What is it?”

“I’m tired. I had a hard time sleeping… How do you feel?”

“Much better. I can’t remember ever bein’ that hungover, and strangely I don’t remember drinkin’ all that much.”

“Do you remember how many drinks you had?”

“Two or three. But I have more tolerance than that.”

“Yes, that’s very strange.”

I didn’t want to pry so early in the day. I know there’ll come a better time to continue with the questions. Things go smoothly with our check-ins and the fan bump-ins remain in control. We grab some breakfast and Venti lattes, before we make one more stop for bottled water. Harry meets another fan at the register and I wander to the magazine section.

My eyes pass over the television screen where I spot the Entertainment logo in the corner. One moment they’re showing a clip from a talk show and the next is choppy footage of a club scene. I begin to recognize the figure who’s exiting the main door. Right behind him is the tall brunette but I can’t manage to see her face. The video lasts for a few seconds but the words leave a scar.

“Harry was partying hard last night but there was no sign of girlfriend, Jude. Are they still together? Or is our playboy back to his old antics?”

I look back at Harry and the fans have quadrupled. I don’t know how to hide the confusion. I can’t hide the hurt. I know where our gate number is and just like that I walk off in search of it. Leaving Harry behind.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

Believe - Mumford & Sons

Human - Daughter


Things are happening... and they might not get better.

I just want to send a huge hug out to all the readers who have stuck around. Even though you've been silent, I hope you're still enjoying this story. I have a few going on now that I keep trying to update. I enjoy all the plots so I will keep working on them. When you have a chance, feel free to check out the current one I'm pretty excited about, Breaking the China Doll. There's a slightly different tone thats progressing in that story. So if you do happen to like it, please vote. I appreciate you all either way. <3

Much love, ciao! :)

Comments

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6/15/16

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6/15/16

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6/14/16

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6/14/16

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5/3/16