Page’s POV

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry asked for the millionth time that night.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry that she did that to you.” He blamed this whole situation on himself and I had to constantly remind him that it wasn’t his fault. “Maybe if I -”

“It’s already been done Harry. There’s nothing that you can do.” I mumbled into my hands.

We had just dropped Taylor off and were on our way to the hotel.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, why would I be mad at you?” I questioned, sighing.

Honestly, I was a tad bit angry. Mainly at Taylor and I just wanted to go to the hotel and lock myself in my room with a tub of ice cream so that I could be mad on my own.

“I don’t know.”

We pulled up at the hotel.

“Are you on your period then?” Harry merely asked.

“God Harry.” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “No, I’m just annoyed right now.”

“Oh, sorry babe.”

We kept a few inches between us as we walked in the hotel, heading straight for the elevators.

The ride up was silent and uncomfortable.

I kept fidgeting with my fingers awkwardly in my lap until Harry reached over and entwined them with his.

He was now only inches apart from me in the elevator, his green eyes blazing into mine, our hands locked together.

“You don’t look okay.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m not.” I sighed, raking a hand through my hair.

He parted his lips to speak but his phone interrupted him.

He groaned, pulling it out of his back pocket it and answering it.

“Yeah?”

The color drained from his face.

“What!?”

Pause.

“We’re on our way.”

He ended the call, gulping down tears.

“W-what happened?”

“It’s L-Louis, he’s been in an accident.”

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