World Tour
You Saved Me
***Louis Tomlinson***
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012 – North London, England
I picked Abby up for the charity luncheon and she sensed my mood the second she got in the car.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. I looked at her and then started driving. I needed to talk to someone about this – I had to get it off my chest. Abby was a good listener, and I trusted her, so I exploded. I told her about what had happened with Harry yesterday and how I felt like it was all my fault. I still didn’t understand why it was so easy for me to open up to her, but I did feel better once I finished talking, and it certainly was a distraction from having to bring up yesterday’s almost kiss.
“Oh, Louis,” Abby said when I finished with the story, reaching over and squeezing my hand. “You can’t blame yourself for this. I’m so glad he’s okay, though.”
“Me, too,” I sighed as we pulled up to the hotel where the luncheon was being held. We walked in and mingled and posed for pictures and smiled and ate, and then I took Abby back home, apologizing for not being able to hang out longer but she understood that I needed to get back to Harry. The almost kiss was never brought up, and I felt like our friendship would end up surviving it, thank goodness. I liked having Abby around – she was cheerful.
I got home, and Niall and Harry were playing video games on the couch. I smiled that they’d been able to work things out, and then I sat down next to Niall and put my arm around him.
“I’m sorry, Nialler,” I told him, sincerely. He paused the video game, looked at me, smiled, then hugged me.
“I’m sorry, too,” he said. “But you guys have some stuff to talk about, so I’m gonna go,” he stood up. I looked questioning at Harry, who pursed his lips.
“Thanks again for coming over,” I told Niall.
“Anytime, you guys,” he said. “Really. We’ll all work it out.” He left, and I looked at Harry.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I talked to Abby about what happened yesterday and it helped to get it off my chest.”
“You told her?!” Harry exclaimed. I blinked, taken aback.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “Did you not want me to?” He sighed.
“There’s something you should know about her,” he told me.
“What?” I asked him.
“Okay, don’t be mad,” he said. I hated when he started sentences off like that. “Yesterday at lunch, when you went to the bathroom, she – she said some stuff,” Harry continued as he stood up and began pacing around the living room.
“What stuff?” I asked, concerned.
“She said she’s – that she’s basically only doing this for the paycheck and to break us up so she can have you. She’s not really your friend, Lou, she just thinks this is a game.” I blinked. There was no way that was true. But there was even less way that Harry had made that up. My stomach churned and I felt like I’d been hit by a truck – well, almost.
“Wha – what?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“I didn’t tell you because she said she’d deny it if I did, and I was scared you’d side with her and then she really would win.” A lump formed in my throat.
“Harry, how – what – why would you think I wouldn’t believe you?” I questioned.
“Because I’m an idiot,” he sighed.
“You’re not,” I argued.
“I just – I didn’t want to be the one to hurt you, but Niall reminded me it would be better for you to hear it from me than wait for her to break your heart.”
“Harry, sit down,” I said, patting the spot on the couch next to me. He sat. “She – she kissed me yesterday.”
“What?!” he exclaimed, and then jumped right back up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
“I mean, she tried, I pulled away before she could,” I explained. Harry let out a breath. “I didn’t tell you because…well, when I got home we had bigger things to deal with.” Harry nodded, understanding.
“Sounds like she did get pretty close to her goal of coming between us,” Harry muttered.
“Never,” I said. “But I have to go talk to her, I have to know what she was thinking.”
“Are you okay?” Harry asked me. I shrugged.
“Are you?” I asked him. He shrugged as well. “I don’t want to leave you alone,” I told him.
“Why don’t I drive you to Abby’s?” he suggested. “I’ll wait in the care while you guys talk.” That sounded like a fair compromise, so we got in his car and headed back to Abby’s. I pounded on her door, and she answered, worried.
“Loubers, what’s wrong?” she asked me, stepping aside to let me in.
“What did you say to Harry yesterday?” I demanded as she closed the door behind me.
“What do you mean?” she asked, and for the first time I noticed how fake she was.
“That you’re just out to break us up?”
“I – I would never…” she trailed off.
“Abby,” I scolded.
“Fine, Louis, I’m sorry, it was – it was in my contract.”
“Bull shit, Abby,” I said. “I’ve read your contract. The only thing it says is you’re not allowed to say anything about Harry and I being together unless we come out publicly.”
“But you never will,” she said, and she started to rub my arm seductively. I yanked it away from her. “Because your boyfriend is too embarrassed of you. I don’t know why; if you were mine I’d show you off everywhere and treat you way better than he ever could.”
“Stop it, Abby,” I said. “Harry’s good to me and you know it.”
“I’d be better,” she batted her eyelashes. “I wouldn’t believe a stupid tweet that told me you didn’t love me, because I’d know for sure that you did.” I froze. I had never told Abby what the tweets that Harry had read said – I just mentioned they were really mean.
“Did you – did you send Harry all those tweets?” I demanded.
“Most of them,” she shrugged.
“You set up fake Twitter accounts for the sole purpose of making my boyfriend miserable?!” I yelled. “Let me ask you something, Abby – if he had actually succeeded at killing himself yesterday, would you feel guilty at all?” I was too angry to cry, but I really wanted to. Just not in front of her. She didn’t deserve to know that I’d cared about our friendship, or that she’d hurt me.
“Of course not,” she stated. “Because then you’d be mine.”
“I will never be yours!” I promised her. “Harry is way better than you’ll ever be.”
“Oh, please. I’m not stupid enough to try and off myself over some tweet.” I knew I needed to leave or my anger would take over and there was no telling what would happen then.
“We’re through, Abby. You’re fired,” I said, and I burst out her door then ran out to Harry’s car. I got in, breathing heavily, feeling hot all over. I had never felt so guilty in my entire life. My idiocy had nearly cost Harry his life. Was this how he had felt when I’d gotten in the car accident in Anaheim?
“Lou?” Harry asked gently. I pulled my hands to my face and cried into them. Harry reached over and wrapped me in a hug. “What happened?” he asked, holding my shoulders out to look at me. I just shook my head, indicating I didn’t want to talk about it, and Harry drove us home in silence, one of his hands massaging my shoulder the whole time. We got inside our house, and I had decided to tell him those tweets had come from Abby – it was better he knew that than thinking a bunch of random people from all over the world hated him. But I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t believe what Abby had done. I couldn’t fathom how someone could be that terrible and treat others so poorly, actress or not. And worst of all, I had let her manipulate me instead of trusting Harry’s initial instinct about her.
Harry led me up to his room and we sat down on his bed. He rubbed my back and let me calm down for a bit.
“Okay, talk,” he finally coaxed. I sighed.
“You were right,” I nodded. “Of course you were. You’ve always been a better judge of character than me.”
“I don’t care about that,” Harry said. “What happened?” I looked at him and pursed my lips, then stood up.
“She’s – she’s the one who sent you those tweets,” I told him, bravely. Harry’s face fell and his eyes widened, then watered.
“All – all of them?” he asked.
“The majority,” I nodded. Harry bit his lip then covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” I said, sitting back down next to him. “Should I not have told you that?”
“No, I’m glad you did,” he choked out. I put my arm around him and he pulled me into a hug. “I can’t believe I almost ended my life because of her!”
“I trusted her, Harry,” I said. “I thought she was my friend, and I – I opened up to her!”
“Louis, it’s not a bad thing that you believe the best in people,” Harry told me, pulling away. “I just hate seeing you get hurt when people turn out to not be so nice. I wish I could’ve protected you from this better, I didn’t know what to do.”
“I haven’t exactly been able to protect you lately, either. This whole thing is my fault. You could be dead right now and it would be all my fault!” I started to sob. Harry hugged me close.
“No, it wouldn’t,” he promised me. “And I’m not dead. You saved me, Lou.”
“No,” I shook my head. “You saved me, a long time ago, Harry.”
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012 – North London, England
I picked Abby up for the charity luncheon and she sensed my mood the second she got in the car.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. I looked at her and then started driving. I needed to talk to someone about this – I had to get it off my chest. Abby was a good listener, and I trusted her, so I exploded. I told her about what had happened with Harry yesterday and how I felt like it was all my fault. I still didn’t understand why it was so easy for me to open up to her, but I did feel better once I finished talking, and it certainly was a distraction from having to bring up yesterday’s almost kiss.
“Oh, Louis,” Abby said when I finished with the story, reaching over and squeezing my hand. “You can’t blame yourself for this. I’m so glad he’s okay, though.”
“Me, too,” I sighed as we pulled up to the hotel where the luncheon was being held. We walked in and mingled and posed for pictures and smiled and ate, and then I took Abby back home, apologizing for not being able to hang out longer but she understood that I needed to get back to Harry. The almost kiss was never brought up, and I felt like our friendship would end up surviving it, thank goodness. I liked having Abby around – she was cheerful.
I got home, and Niall and Harry were playing video games on the couch. I smiled that they’d been able to work things out, and then I sat down next to Niall and put my arm around him.
“I’m sorry, Nialler,” I told him, sincerely. He paused the video game, looked at me, smiled, then hugged me.
“I’m sorry, too,” he said. “But you guys have some stuff to talk about, so I’m gonna go,” he stood up. I looked questioning at Harry, who pursed his lips.
“Thanks again for coming over,” I told Niall.
“Anytime, you guys,” he said. “Really. We’ll all work it out.” He left, and I looked at Harry.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I talked to Abby about what happened yesterday and it helped to get it off my chest.”
“You told her?!” Harry exclaimed. I blinked, taken aback.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “Did you not want me to?” He sighed.
“There’s something you should know about her,” he told me.
“What?” I asked him.
“Okay, don’t be mad,” he said. I hated when he started sentences off like that. “Yesterday at lunch, when you went to the bathroom, she – she said some stuff,” Harry continued as he stood up and began pacing around the living room.
“What stuff?” I asked, concerned.
“She said she’s – that she’s basically only doing this for the paycheck and to break us up so she can have you. She’s not really your friend, Lou, she just thinks this is a game.” I blinked. There was no way that was true. But there was even less way that Harry had made that up. My stomach churned and I felt like I’d been hit by a truck – well, almost.
“Wha – what?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“I didn’t tell you because she said she’d deny it if I did, and I was scared you’d side with her and then she really would win.” A lump formed in my throat.
“Harry, how – what – why would you think I wouldn’t believe you?” I questioned.
“Because I’m an idiot,” he sighed.
“You’re not,” I argued.
“I just – I didn’t want to be the one to hurt you, but Niall reminded me it would be better for you to hear it from me than wait for her to break your heart.”
“Harry, sit down,” I said, patting the spot on the couch next to me. He sat. “She – she kissed me yesterday.”
“What?!” he exclaimed, and then jumped right back up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
“I mean, she tried, I pulled away before she could,” I explained. Harry let out a breath. “I didn’t tell you because…well, when I got home we had bigger things to deal with.” Harry nodded, understanding.
“Sounds like she did get pretty close to her goal of coming between us,” Harry muttered.
“Never,” I said. “But I have to go talk to her, I have to know what she was thinking.”
“Are you okay?” Harry asked me. I shrugged.
“Are you?” I asked him. He shrugged as well. “I don’t want to leave you alone,” I told him.
“Why don’t I drive you to Abby’s?” he suggested. “I’ll wait in the care while you guys talk.” That sounded like a fair compromise, so we got in his car and headed back to Abby’s. I pounded on her door, and she answered, worried.
“Loubers, what’s wrong?” she asked me, stepping aside to let me in.
“What did you say to Harry yesterday?” I demanded as she closed the door behind me.
“What do you mean?” she asked, and for the first time I noticed how fake she was.
“That you’re just out to break us up?”
“I – I would never…” she trailed off.
“Abby,” I scolded.
“Fine, Louis, I’m sorry, it was – it was in my contract.”
“Bull shit, Abby,” I said. “I’ve read your contract. The only thing it says is you’re not allowed to say anything about Harry and I being together unless we come out publicly.”
“But you never will,” she said, and she started to rub my arm seductively. I yanked it away from her. “Because your boyfriend is too embarrassed of you. I don’t know why; if you were mine I’d show you off everywhere and treat you way better than he ever could.”
“Stop it, Abby,” I said. “Harry’s good to me and you know it.”
“I’d be better,” she batted her eyelashes. “I wouldn’t believe a stupid tweet that told me you didn’t love me, because I’d know for sure that you did.” I froze. I had never told Abby what the tweets that Harry had read said – I just mentioned they were really mean.
“Did you – did you send Harry all those tweets?” I demanded.
“Most of them,” she shrugged.
“You set up fake Twitter accounts for the sole purpose of making my boyfriend miserable?!” I yelled. “Let me ask you something, Abby – if he had actually succeeded at killing himself yesterday, would you feel guilty at all?” I was too angry to cry, but I really wanted to. Just not in front of her. She didn’t deserve to know that I’d cared about our friendship, or that she’d hurt me.
“Of course not,” she stated. “Because then you’d be mine.”
“I will never be yours!” I promised her. “Harry is way better than you’ll ever be.”
“Oh, please. I’m not stupid enough to try and off myself over some tweet.” I knew I needed to leave or my anger would take over and there was no telling what would happen then.
“We’re through, Abby. You’re fired,” I said, and I burst out her door then ran out to Harry’s car. I got in, breathing heavily, feeling hot all over. I had never felt so guilty in my entire life. My idiocy had nearly cost Harry his life. Was this how he had felt when I’d gotten in the car accident in Anaheim?
“Lou?” Harry asked gently. I pulled my hands to my face and cried into them. Harry reached over and wrapped me in a hug. “What happened?” he asked, holding my shoulders out to look at me. I just shook my head, indicating I didn’t want to talk about it, and Harry drove us home in silence, one of his hands massaging my shoulder the whole time. We got inside our house, and I had decided to tell him those tweets had come from Abby – it was better he knew that than thinking a bunch of random people from all over the world hated him. But I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t believe what Abby had done. I couldn’t fathom how someone could be that terrible and treat others so poorly, actress or not. And worst of all, I had let her manipulate me instead of trusting Harry’s initial instinct about her.
Harry led me up to his room and we sat down on his bed. He rubbed my back and let me calm down for a bit.
“Okay, talk,” he finally coaxed. I sighed.
“You were right,” I nodded. “Of course you were. You’ve always been a better judge of character than me.”
“I don’t care about that,” Harry said. “What happened?” I looked at him and pursed my lips, then stood up.
“She’s – she’s the one who sent you those tweets,” I told him, bravely. Harry’s face fell and his eyes widened, then watered.
“All – all of them?” he asked.
“The majority,” I nodded. Harry bit his lip then covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” I said, sitting back down next to him. “Should I not have told you that?”
“No, I’m glad you did,” he choked out. I put my arm around him and he pulled me into a hug. “I can’t believe I almost ended my life because of her!”
“I trusted her, Harry,” I said. “I thought she was my friend, and I – I opened up to her!”
“Louis, it’s not a bad thing that you believe the best in people,” Harry told me, pulling away. “I just hate seeing you get hurt when people turn out to not be so nice. I wish I could’ve protected you from this better, I didn’t know what to do.”
“I haven’t exactly been able to protect you lately, either. This whole thing is my fault. You could be dead right now and it would be all my fault!” I started to sob. Harry hugged me close.
“No, it wouldn’t,” he promised me. “And I’m not dead. You saved me, Lou.”
“No,” I shook my head. “You saved me, a long time ago, Harry.”
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