Falling Hard
Say something...
Harry's P.O.V.
I feel myself getting dizzy. I let go of the breath that I realized that I had hold on to. My hands was shaking from the shock. What was happening? Was it true? I looked at the picture again. Why was this happen? The image didn't want to go away, even when I closed my eyes.
“Hey, what's up?” Zayn asked looking at me, seeing the color on my face disappear. I felt frozen, I couldn't move, couldn't react. When I got the power to move, I reached the phone over to him and his expression was priceless. “What the fuck?” He said so loud that everyone jumped, the other guys looked his way, wondering what was going on. Lou walked over and looked at the phone over Zayn's shoulder and quickly looked up at me.
“It's fake right?” Lou said, really wanting it to be fake, I knew how much he liked Sofia. I shrugged and looked down at my hands as Niall and Liam looked at the picture too. I felt my pulse going faster and my breathing was getting out of hand. I didn't want to cry in front of the lads, so my body gave in for anger. I was getting more pissed by the minute. I heard the guys talking, but didn't hear what they said. I couldn't believe that she did this. I had taken care of her when she needed it. She was living in my flat for god's sake! I stood up and took my phone from Niall's hand before I stormed out of the room, hearing Lou shout after me. I ignored him and continued my sprint down the hall.
I needed to let out some steam, I needed to let go, I needed to hit something. I walked down to the gym we had for ourself. I started punching the boxing bag that hung in the middle of the room. I hit it so hard that my hands were getting red, but I didn't care. Fuck! I was so angry that I couldn't control it. I punched it over and over again. I took off the sweater that I was wearing when I had gotten myself hot, but kept hitting the bag. The sweat was running down my back and my forehead, but the energy I had in my body didn't go away. I started to kick the bag as well, trying to get everything out, but nothing really helped. My body wouldn't give in. I can't believe this shit. Why did I give her my heart? Why did I try at all? I had known that it never would work, it never does. Now I was the one getting ripped apart. Why did I give her my love?
I continued with the beating even though I felt a presence in the room. I already knew who it was, before I saw in the corner of my eye that Lou was standing by the door. His expression was worry and sadness and I couldn't deal with that. I had my own heartbreak to deal with.
“Wanna talk?” He said after a while.
“No.” I was short. I didn't want to talk, I didn't even want to think, but it was hard to turn off the mind.
He just stood there, looking at me for a while before he left. After another couple of minutes Liam walked through the door. I sighed but kept up my kicking. He came over and held the bag for me, sparring me. It made it easier to really kick and punch the bag hard. He didn't say anything, he just held the bag and kept quiet. I was grateful. Liam was the biggest one of us, so he had no problem with taking the weight of the punches. I threw all the power that I had into the bag. Making my body hurt. Hopefully that would make the aching in my heart feel less.
When my energy finally faded I just sank to the floor. I sat on my knees, running my hands through my hair as I leaned my head forward. I didn't have the power anymore to hold the tears back and I felt them falling down my cheeks, making small puddles on the floor. I wept like a baby there on the floor and soon felt Liam's arm on my shoulders. I couldn't believe that I was in this position right now, I had never shown my feeling like this in front of any of the lads, but I didn't have the strength to hold back. It felt like my inside had been ripped out and stomped on, like someone had put acid in the hole in my chest and put it on fire. I was lost. I was broken.
Sofia's P.O.V.
I fell down on the couch at the end of a long day, we'd had a very long photoshoot today and I was so tired. It's been such a hectic couple of weeks. Jack has had more jobs that usual, so I had the opportunity to work more that I usually did. It was so much fun, I learned a lot from Jack. It was nice, having something to do while Harry was on tour. I could keep busy most of the time. I had also been out more, going to pubs and clubs, mostly with the girls. It was strange to have security with me wherever I went, but I had gotten pretty used to it, besides they were really nice guys.
I had also met some new friends at a book club that I was taking, it was so much fun and really took time off my schedule. Both reading the books and meeting the lovely people in the club was taking time. It was a good distraction and I did love books, so it was a win-win situation.
I was standing by the stove, heating some water for my tea when the phone began to ring on the living room table. I walked over and smiled when I saw who it was, I walked back to the kitchen as I answered.
“Hi Louie.” I said as I took out a cup from the cupboard.
“What the fuck is going on?” He yelled on the other end and I jumped. What was this? I wasn't prepared for his shouting, he was usually so calm and happy. Maybe he and Eleanor was having a fight or something.
“What's wrong?” I asked worried. I didn't really like when people was angry, it kind of scared me. Specially people like Louis who almost always had a huge grin on their face, making jokes.
“Are you kidding? Do you know what you've done to him?” He was still shouting, but now I was really confused. What had I done? To whom? Harry? I stopped to think a minute of what I could have done to make him this mad. “He's a mess.” He yelled and I could hear the panic in his voice.
“Who?” I asked perplexed.
“Harry!!” He was getting even more angry now.
“Can you please calm down and tell me what's going on?” I said, now panicking myself.
“You kissed him. Why did you kiss him?” He screamed and I felt my breathing stop.
“Who? Harry?” I felt so confused by this conversation and his shouting didn't make it easier.
“What? No, that guy.” He said and I felt even more confused.
“Okey, Louis. Calm the fuck down and tell me what the fuck you're talking about!” I yelled back at him, he was making no sense and it was making me angry. I heard him taking a deep breath.
“The story. In the magazine. About you and another guy kissing. It's all over the fucking internet.” He say still with that pissed off voice, but now he didn't shout. I dropped the cup I was holding, making it crack and break all over the floor. What?
“What are you talking about? I haven't seen any story.” I said as I ignored the mess on the floor and walk over to my computer that was on the living room table. I felt my pulse increase.
“Look it up.” He said low. I clicked open the browser and searched on my name and kissing, I found the story that Louis was talking about. I breathed heavily as I opened the page and saw the title Harry's girlfriend kissing another guy and then I saw the picture. What. The. Fuck?
“Lou...” I breathed. “That's not real.” I felt my heart beating so fast.
“We've all seen the picture Sofia.” He said sounding tired.
“It's not what you think.” I couldn't even understand that this was happening. “I kind of kissed that guy, but it's not what you think.” I could hear his anger even though he didn't said anything. “He's my cousin, I was kissing him on the cheek as goodbye and he turned his head a little too far. I didn't kiss him in that way!” I was almost shouting in panic. I can't believe that someone photographed that. Or that Harry now was upset, thinking that I cheated on him. Fuck! I hated this life. Why did he have to be famous? Why did they have to follow me around all the time, those fucking paparazzi's. I was getting so irritated and mad.
“What?” He breathed, sounding less angry now and more confused. I, on the other hand, had taken his anger and put those pants on. My blood was boiling.
“I can't fucking believe this!” I yelled, I felt tears running down my cheek from the anger. I hated this about myself, but when I got passed a degree of anger my tear ducks started going. Very irritating.
“Calm down. We will work this out. We just have to tell Harry and calm him down.” He said, not sounding like that was a possibility. I took a deep breath.
“I'll call him.” I said, about to hang up.
“He'll probably not answer.” He said and I kept the phone by my ear.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling surprised. Why wouldn't he pick up?
“He's bad off right now. He's freaking a little.” He confessed, I could feel that the little he was talking about, was not so little. I felt my heart squeeze. I can't believe this. Did Harry really believe in this story? Did he think that I would ever cheat on him? My heart dropped.
“Fuck!” I felt the tears fall down more now. “I'm sorry.” I whispered as the sobs started.
“Don't cry. I can't bare it when you do. I'll talk to him, okey? It's going to be okey.” He said and we hung up. I layed down on the couch, feeling myself getting empty. Why did this happen? It wasn't okey. They couldn't just make this stories up, I looked at the picture again and you could see that I wasn't really kissing him, that I was a little to much to the left. My eyes wasn't even closed. But would anyone really care about that? No!
I would never kiss another guy. I didn't want another guy. I wanted Harry. I took up my phone again and pressed call on his name, I knew what Louis had said, but I couldn't wait. It rang until it got to voice mail. I hung up and felt the tears stream. Please Harry! You can't believe this. I begged in my head. You can't! Please!
I took a shower trying to distract myself, I hadn't heard anything from either Harry or Louis. I had texted Louis but hadn't gotten anything back. I had tried to call Harry again, but he didn't answer. I was getting kind of destroyed, why did he not listen to me? Why did he think that I would even want to hurt him? I loved him. He was everything to me. There wasn't even a thought in my mind that I would ever do that to him.
I tried one last time to call Harry before I went to bed that night, my head was hurting and I was tired. I felt so lost and sad. We'd had such a good time since that whole apartment thing happened. I didn't want that to end, I didn't want us to fight when he was so far away from me. It made everything harder, I needed him here. I was shocked when someone answered.
“Hi.” I heard his hoarse voice say and my heart broke.
“Hi.” I felt the tears starting again, I wiped them away. “Did Louis talk to you?” I asked nervous, my pulse was through the roof.
“Yeah.” He breathed. I felt myself breaking from the lack of emotion from him.
“I didn't even know about it. I'm sorry!” I said, my voice breaking on the last word, the tears taking over.
“I understand.” He said, but something in his voice sounded off.
“Are you okey?” I asked worried.
“I'm fine. Just tired. I'll call you tomorrow?” He said and I felt horrible, I knew that it wasn't fine. I hated that I wasn't there with him, I could get through to him if I were. He was hurt, I knew that, but I didn't know how to fix it if he wouldn't talk to me.
“Okey.” I said and he hung up. I sat on the bed watching the phone for a long while. I didn't sleep much that night and the following two days was in a haze. Harry wouldn't talk to me and Louis just told me to give him time. I was destroyed, I didn't know what to do. Was it over?
Harry's P.O.V.
Lou had told me everything about her cousin and that the story wasn't true. I took me a while to get it, but at last I got that it wasn't true. I had watched the picture again and with the right information you could see it. It wasn't a kiss like that. It wasn't even that anymore. I just... I didn't know what to think anymore. I had believed it. I had believed that she was cheating on me. I was still angry, but now more with myself. But I was still a little angry with her for being too careless about what she did and where. She knew that the papz always was on us and would write anything they could fabricate. She hadn't even told me that her cousin was on visit. Why was that? If I had known, I probably hadn't reacted as strongly as I had. Why didn't she tell me?
I knew that I was a little mean not talking to her, but I needed to figure out what I was feeling before I talked to her. There must be a reason for me to believe the story from the start. Even when the guys told me not to trust it, I had. Did I want her to cheat? No, I would never want that. But what was it? I was getting sick of myself. She was texting, asking when I would talk to her and I didn't even know what to answer her.
Was it over? Did I want it to be over? I felt the pain only by thinking the thought. I don't think that is what I want. I don't know. Fuck why can't I even think clearly?
I was sitting on the bus by myself, it was late, a while after midnight and we'd had a show before we left. The lads was sleeping loudly in the back of the bus. They were all pretty beaten, I felt the same, but didn't want to sleep. My dreams made me even more tired, they were filled with Sofia. Both good and bad dreams and I don't even know which is worse.
I felt my phone buzz and picked it out of my pants pocket. I frowned when I saw who it was from.
From Eleanor
I don't know what's going on. But though you should see this.
It had a video attached to it. It took a while for my phone to download the video, we were in the middle of nowhere. But when I opened it, I saw Sofia sitting on a stage. I frowned even more, feeling confused. Why was she on stage? I clicked start and recognized the stage from one of our favorite bars, I remembered that they had karaoke on thursdays. She was singing and I recognized the song as say something with Christina Aguilera. I hadn't really heard her voice like this, she was singing along sometimes to songs, but not this serious. She had a lovely voice.
But then the lyrics hit me and I saw the tears running down her face. She sang through the tears with a pained voice. I felt my breathing stop and my heart dropped. Was she singing to me? Did I give her this pain? I knew that I hadn't talked to her too much since that story, but I hadn't really thought about how it affected her. I didn't want to hurt her. When she sang the last sentenceSay something, I'm giving up on you, Say something... She lowered her head and the video ended. I felt tears sliding down from my eyes. Had I really caused this much grief for her? I felt my heart break.
I didn't want this. I wanted her happy, I wanted to see her smile, to hear her laughter. I wanted her, I realized all of a sudden. I wanted her. I needed her, she was the one for me, I couldn't loose her now. What the hell had I been doing these last couple of days? I couldn't loose her!
I was afraid that I would be too late. What if I had hurt her too much? I wanted to punch myself for taking so long before realizing this. I loved her!
She was my one.
I feel myself getting dizzy. I let go of the breath that I realized that I had hold on to. My hands was shaking from the shock. What was happening? Was it true? I looked at the picture again. Why was this happen? The image didn't want to go away, even when I closed my eyes.
“Hey, what's up?” Zayn asked looking at me, seeing the color on my face disappear. I felt frozen, I couldn't move, couldn't react. When I got the power to move, I reached the phone over to him and his expression was priceless. “What the fuck?” He said so loud that everyone jumped, the other guys looked his way, wondering what was going on. Lou walked over and looked at the phone over Zayn's shoulder and quickly looked up at me.
“It's fake right?” Lou said, really wanting it to be fake, I knew how much he liked Sofia. I shrugged and looked down at my hands as Niall and Liam looked at the picture too. I felt my pulse going faster and my breathing was getting out of hand. I didn't want to cry in front of the lads, so my body gave in for anger. I was getting more pissed by the minute. I heard the guys talking, but didn't hear what they said. I couldn't believe that she did this. I had taken care of her when she needed it. She was living in my flat for god's sake! I stood up and took my phone from Niall's hand before I stormed out of the room, hearing Lou shout after me. I ignored him and continued my sprint down the hall.
I needed to let out some steam, I needed to let go, I needed to hit something. I walked down to the gym we had for ourself. I started punching the boxing bag that hung in the middle of the room. I hit it so hard that my hands were getting red, but I didn't care. Fuck! I was so angry that I couldn't control it. I punched it over and over again. I took off the sweater that I was wearing when I had gotten myself hot, but kept hitting the bag. The sweat was running down my back and my forehead, but the energy I had in my body didn't go away. I started to kick the bag as well, trying to get everything out, but nothing really helped. My body wouldn't give in. I can't believe this shit. Why did I give her my heart? Why did I try at all? I had known that it never would work, it never does. Now I was the one getting ripped apart. Why did I give her my love?
I continued with the beating even though I felt a presence in the room. I already knew who it was, before I saw in the corner of my eye that Lou was standing by the door. His expression was worry and sadness and I couldn't deal with that. I had my own heartbreak to deal with.
“Wanna talk?” He said after a while.
“No.” I was short. I didn't want to talk, I didn't even want to think, but it was hard to turn off the mind.
He just stood there, looking at me for a while before he left. After another couple of minutes Liam walked through the door. I sighed but kept up my kicking. He came over and held the bag for me, sparring me. It made it easier to really kick and punch the bag hard. He didn't say anything, he just held the bag and kept quiet. I was grateful. Liam was the biggest one of us, so he had no problem with taking the weight of the punches. I threw all the power that I had into the bag. Making my body hurt. Hopefully that would make the aching in my heart feel less.
When my energy finally faded I just sank to the floor. I sat on my knees, running my hands through my hair as I leaned my head forward. I didn't have the power anymore to hold the tears back and I felt them falling down my cheeks, making small puddles on the floor. I wept like a baby there on the floor and soon felt Liam's arm on my shoulders. I couldn't believe that I was in this position right now, I had never shown my feeling like this in front of any of the lads, but I didn't have the strength to hold back. It felt like my inside had been ripped out and stomped on, like someone had put acid in the hole in my chest and put it on fire. I was lost. I was broken.
Sofia's P.O.V.
I fell down on the couch at the end of a long day, we'd had a very long photoshoot today and I was so tired. It's been such a hectic couple of weeks. Jack has had more jobs that usual, so I had the opportunity to work more that I usually did. It was so much fun, I learned a lot from Jack. It was nice, having something to do while Harry was on tour. I could keep busy most of the time. I had also been out more, going to pubs and clubs, mostly with the girls. It was strange to have security with me wherever I went, but I had gotten pretty used to it, besides they were really nice guys.
I had also met some new friends at a book club that I was taking, it was so much fun and really took time off my schedule. Both reading the books and meeting the lovely people in the club was taking time. It was a good distraction and I did love books, so it was a win-win situation.
I was standing by the stove, heating some water for my tea when the phone began to ring on the living room table. I walked over and smiled when I saw who it was, I walked back to the kitchen as I answered.
“Hi Louie.” I said as I took out a cup from the cupboard.
“What the fuck is going on?” He yelled on the other end and I jumped. What was this? I wasn't prepared for his shouting, he was usually so calm and happy. Maybe he and Eleanor was having a fight or something.
“What's wrong?” I asked worried. I didn't really like when people was angry, it kind of scared me. Specially people like Louis who almost always had a huge grin on their face, making jokes.
“Are you kidding? Do you know what you've done to him?” He was still shouting, but now I was really confused. What had I done? To whom? Harry? I stopped to think a minute of what I could have done to make him this mad. “He's a mess.” He yelled and I could hear the panic in his voice.
“Who?” I asked perplexed.
“Harry!!” He was getting even more angry now.
“Can you please calm down and tell me what's going on?” I said, now panicking myself.
“You kissed him. Why did you kiss him?” He screamed and I felt my breathing stop.
“Who? Harry?” I felt so confused by this conversation and his shouting didn't make it easier.
“What? No, that guy.” He said and I felt even more confused.
“Okey, Louis. Calm the fuck down and tell me what the fuck you're talking about!” I yelled back at him, he was making no sense and it was making me angry. I heard him taking a deep breath.
“The story. In the magazine. About you and another guy kissing. It's all over the fucking internet.” He say still with that pissed off voice, but now he didn't shout. I dropped the cup I was holding, making it crack and break all over the floor. What?
“What are you talking about? I haven't seen any story.” I said as I ignored the mess on the floor and walk over to my computer that was on the living room table. I felt my pulse increase.
“Look it up.” He said low. I clicked open the browser and searched on my name and kissing, I found the story that Louis was talking about. I breathed heavily as I opened the page and saw the title Harry's girlfriend kissing another guy and then I saw the picture. What. The. Fuck?
“Lou...” I breathed. “That's not real.” I felt my heart beating so fast.
“We've all seen the picture Sofia.” He said sounding tired.
“It's not what you think.” I couldn't even understand that this was happening. “I kind of kissed that guy, but it's not what you think.” I could hear his anger even though he didn't said anything. “He's my cousin, I was kissing him on the cheek as goodbye and he turned his head a little too far. I didn't kiss him in that way!” I was almost shouting in panic. I can't believe that someone photographed that. Or that Harry now was upset, thinking that I cheated on him. Fuck! I hated this life. Why did he have to be famous? Why did they have to follow me around all the time, those fucking paparazzi's. I was getting so irritated and mad.
“What?” He breathed, sounding less angry now and more confused. I, on the other hand, had taken his anger and put those pants on. My blood was boiling.
“I can't fucking believe this!” I yelled, I felt tears running down my cheek from the anger. I hated this about myself, but when I got passed a degree of anger my tear ducks started going. Very irritating.
“Calm down. We will work this out. We just have to tell Harry and calm him down.” He said, not sounding like that was a possibility. I took a deep breath.
“I'll call him.” I said, about to hang up.
“He'll probably not answer.” He said and I kept the phone by my ear.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling surprised. Why wouldn't he pick up?
“He's bad off right now. He's freaking a little.” He confessed, I could feel that the little he was talking about, was not so little. I felt my heart squeeze. I can't believe this. Did Harry really believe in this story? Did he think that I would ever cheat on him? My heart dropped.
“Fuck!” I felt the tears fall down more now. “I'm sorry.” I whispered as the sobs started.
“Don't cry. I can't bare it when you do. I'll talk to him, okey? It's going to be okey.” He said and we hung up. I layed down on the couch, feeling myself getting empty. Why did this happen? It wasn't okey. They couldn't just make this stories up, I looked at the picture again and you could see that I wasn't really kissing him, that I was a little to much to the left. My eyes wasn't even closed. But would anyone really care about that? No!
I would never kiss another guy. I didn't want another guy. I wanted Harry. I took up my phone again and pressed call on his name, I knew what Louis had said, but I couldn't wait. It rang until it got to voice mail. I hung up and felt the tears stream. Please Harry! You can't believe this. I begged in my head. You can't! Please!
I took a shower trying to distract myself, I hadn't heard anything from either Harry or Louis. I had texted Louis but hadn't gotten anything back. I had tried to call Harry again, but he didn't answer. I was getting kind of destroyed, why did he not listen to me? Why did he think that I would even want to hurt him? I loved him. He was everything to me. There wasn't even a thought in my mind that I would ever do that to him.
I tried one last time to call Harry before I went to bed that night, my head was hurting and I was tired. I felt so lost and sad. We'd had such a good time since that whole apartment thing happened. I didn't want that to end, I didn't want us to fight when he was so far away from me. It made everything harder, I needed him here. I was shocked when someone answered.
“Hi.” I heard his hoarse voice say and my heart broke.
“Hi.” I felt the tears starting again, I wiped them away. “Did Louis talk to you?” I asked nervous, my pulse was through the roof.
“Yeah.” He breathed. I felt myself breaking from the lack of emotion from him.
“I didn't even know about it. I'm sorry!” I said, my voice breaking on the last word, the tears taking over.
“I understand.” He said, but something in his voice sounded off.
“Are you okey?” I asked worried.
“I'm fine. Just tired. I'll call you tomorrow?” He said and I felt horrible, I knew that it wasn't fine. I hated that I wasn't there with him, I could get through to him if I were. He was hurt, I knew that, but I didn't know how to fix it if he wouldn't talk to me.
“Okey.” I said and he hung up. I sat on the bed watching the phone for a long while. I didn't sleep much that night and the following two days was in a haze. Harry wouldn't talk to me and Louis just told me to give him time. I was destroyed, I didn't know what to do. Was it over?
Harry's P.O.V.
Lou had told me everything about her cousin and that the story wasn't true. I took me a while to get it, but at last I got that it wasn't true. I had watched the picture again and with the right information you could see it. It wasn't a kiss like that. It wasn't even that anymore. I just... I didn't know what to think anymore. I had believed it. I had believed that she was cheating on me. I was still angry, but now more with myself. But I was still a little angry with her for being too careless about what she did and where. She knew that the papz always was on us and would write anything they could fabricate. She hadn't even told me that her cousin was on visit. Why was that? If I had known, I probably hadn't reacted as strongly as I had. Why didn't she tell me?
I knew that I was a little mean not talking to her, but I needed to figure out what I was feeling before I talked to her. There must be a reason for me to believe the story from the start. Even when the guys told me not to trust it, I had. Did I want her to cheat? No, I would never want that. But what was it? I was getting sick of myself. She was texting, asking when I would talk to her and I didn't even know what to answer her.
Was it over? Did I want it to be over? I felt the pain only by thinking the thought. I don't think that is what I want. I don't know. Fuck why can't I even think clearly?
I was sitting on the bus by myself, it was late, a while after midnight and we'd had a show before we left. The lads was sleeping loudly in the back of the bus. They were all pretty beaten, I felt the same, but didn't want to sleep. My dreams made me even more tired, they were filled with Sofia. Both good and bad dreams and I don't even know which is worse.
I felt my phone buzz and picked it out of my pants pocket. I frowned when I saw who it was from.
From Eleanor
I don't know what's going on. But though you should see this.
It had a video attached to it. It took a while for my phone to download the video, we were in the middle of nowhere. But when I opened it, I saw Sofia sitting on a stage. I frowned even more, feeling confused. Why was she on stage? I clicked start and recognized the stage from one of our favorite bars, I remembered that they had karaoke on thursdays. She was singing and I recognized the song as say something with Christina Aguilera. I hadn't really heard her voice like this, she was singing along sometimes to songs, but not this serious. She had a lovely voice.
But then the lyrics hit me and I saw the tears running down her face. She sang through the tears with a pained voice. I felt my breathing stop and my heart dropped. Was she singing to me? Did I give her this pain? I knew that I hadn't talked to her too much since that story, but I hadn't really thought about how it affected her. I didn't want to hurt her. When she sang the last sentenceSay something, I'm giving up on you, Say something... She lowered her head and the video ended. I felt tears sliding down from my eyes. Had I really caused this much grief for her? I felt my heart break.
I didn't want this. I wanted her happy, I wanted to see her smile, to hear her laughter. I wanted her, I realized all of a sudden. I wanted her. I needed her, she was the one for me, I couldn't loose her now. What the hell had I been doing these last couple of days? I couldn't loose her!
I was afraid that I would be too late. What if I had hurt her too much? I wanted to punch myself for taking so long before realizing this. I loved her!
She was my one.
Notes
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6/30/16