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Character Reminder: Geoff is One Direction’s head media trainer

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Harry POV:

All eyes are on me as I slowly get my thoughts together and sink back down into my chair, head in my hands.

“Harry?” Paul questions in a cautious voice. I sigh heavily as I look up at Geoff and slowly shake my head.

“This plan isn’t going to work anymore…” I mumble, gesturing to the whiteboard on the wall which we have been marking with ideas all afternoon. Everyone in the room is exchanging weird glances. They are all completely oblivious to what's just happened.

“What are you talking about Harry?” asks Geoff, analyzing my expression with an odd look on his face. Without answering him I slowly slide my phone across the table so he can see what’s now trending on twitter.


Harry POV 10 mins later

“But why would you post something like that Sam?!” I groan into my phone. We had decided to take a break from our meeting and give everyone a few minutes to re-collect our thoughts, so I had escaped to a secluded hallway and was taking the opportunity to talk to Sam.

“What? Do you want me to delete it?” She responds in a fiery voice.

“Sam, it’s too late for that!” I sigh in exasperation. I don’t know why she’s being like this; I thought she was smart enough to know how much of a big deal this was.

“Well, then I don’t know what you want me to do Harry!”

“Why didn’t you think before posting something so personal? You should have at least come to me first!” I scold, sighing loudly before continuing, “You need to understand your boundaries! This has created so many new problems for our media team and everyone who works for us. Now we have to throw out all our plans we’ve been working on for the past few days and start over to deal with this mess!”

My voice has risen to a low shout, and when I finish my rant all I hear is silence on the other end. Shit.

“Sam?” I ask softly, ashamed for letting myself get so carried away. Silence.

“Samantha? Baby?” I pry tenderly. The small sob that comes through the phone makes my stomach clench with guilt.

When Sam finally responds her voice is small and fragile, wavering with every syllable.
“You think I like being called a wh-whore? Because I don’t Harry. I can’t just sit there and le-let them do that to me.” She pauses for a second, before muttering the words that break me inside;

“I thought you’d be the one to stand up for me. I guess I was wrong. I won’t expect so much next time” were her final words before the line went dead.

Fuck. I sink down against the wall until I’m crouched on the ground, my head in between my knees. I cannot believe I just yelled at Sam. The stress of the last month had finally caught up to me, and this whole twitter fiasco had pushed me past my breaking point.

How could I let myself do that to her, especially given what a fragile state she was in when I left her at home this morning? How could I cause more pain to the girl who I care so deeply for? She was right. I should have stood up for her. Instead I was immature and completely unsympathetic to the fact that she needs my support.

A tear makes its way slowly down my cheek as I stay hunched on the ground of the deserted hallway. I feel entirely defeated. No matter what I do the media somehow manages to make a mess out of my life, and I’m sick of it. I’m upset that our fans feel the need to make a big deal out of every little thing like this. They should support us in everything we do, not critique our every move.

Slowly I pull out my phone and allow my eyes to scan over Samantha’s tweet:




All I can think of is her lying all alone at home, reading all the hateful messages from our ‘faithful’ fans, and letting herself become absorbed in their words, believing their opinions to be truth. I know what that’s like. I used to be that person, and now Sam is suffering and I’m not ever there for her when she needs me most.

My mind flashes to the hashtag which our fans had gotten trending in response to Sam's tweet;

#horanwhore

They thought it was Niall who had gotten her pregnant after that stupid news station had created the rumors about them being together. My blood boils at the thought of all of the things pople must be saying about Samantha. I can’t just sit here and let it happen. I still love her even if she doesn’t feel the same way about me any more. I pull out my phone and quickly find the number I’m looking for. He picks up on the second ring.

“You okay Harry?”

“No. Louis, are you still at the house?” I ask in an obviously strained voice

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asks, serious.

“I need you to do something for me”…

Notes

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