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Alone.
That’s all I’ve been feeling nowadays.
Louis is always with Eleanor. Liam is always with Danielle. Zayn is always with Perrie. And Niall? Always out partying and just having fun. He’s asked me to go with him but I have no interest. I’m always spending my time alone, contemplating what to do next with my life. My mums become worried with me. She knows how much its hurting me every time he’s with her.
Eleanor.
She’s not a bad girl at all. Actually, she’s lovely, that’s the problem. She’s everything I’m not. Beautiful, smart, funny, a girl. I mean she is a model, but that isn’t what matters. What matters is that she’s everything Louis wants and everything I’m not.
I’m interrupted from my thoughts when the door to Louis and my flat opens, revealing him, looking as beautiful as ever. He looks extremely happy too. And when he catches my eye, they shine so blue. He runs over and plops down on the couch next to me.
“Hazza, guess what!” He exclaims as he practically bounces up and down.
“What?” I ask as a bad feeling rises in my stomach.
“I proposed! Eleanor and I are getting married!” He beams and I feel my heart break as my eyes begin to sting.
“That’s great, Lou.” I say warily and stand up.
“Where are you going?” He asks with a confused and slightly hurt look on his face.
“My room.” I mumble and walk down the hallway and straight into my room. As soon as I’ve shut and locked the door behind me, I flop face down on my bed and let myself cry. Let myself mourn over my broken heart, over the fact that the one I love most is now engaged. And that he loves her, not me.
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Day and night, all he talks about is her. About how happy he is to be engaged, and how they’re now planning their wedding to happen in a little while, even though they’re both only 20 years old.
“So Haz, I was wondering…” Louis starts but trails off.
“What is it?” I ask him as I look up from my book.
“I want you to be my best man.”
“Why?” I ask, drawing a blank.
“What do you mean why? You’re my best friend, Haz. I want you to be there supporting me when I get married! I don’t even know if I could do it knowing you weren’t there.” He looks slightly confused.
“Sure Lou, I’ll be your best man.” I tell him with false sincerity. The truth being, I have no interest being anywhere near him and Eleanor when they get married.
Before Louis can even get anything else out, I turn to him and say, “Night, Lou.” And then stand up and walk to my room.
That night, I’m lying in bed when I come up with a plan. I know that I can’t be here anymore. I can’t be around him knowing how happy he is with Eleanor. I just can’t take it anymore.
I quietly get out of bed and pull out a duffle bag. I grab anything I think I’ll need and then throw on a beanie and sunglasses.
I take my phone out and compose a tweet.
@Harry_Styles: Thank you all for the past 2 years, every show, every moment has meant the world. Now I want to apologize to you all. I’m so very sorry.
I wait a few moments and watch as my mentions blow up with questions, frantically asking what’s going on.
@Harry_Styles: I’m tired of feeling alone.
I’m almost out of the flat when a spur of the moment decision leads me back to Louis’ room. I quietly open the door and peek in to see him passed out in bed. As I quietly walk closer to him, I can see that he’s out cold, lying on his back with his left arm over his head and his right arm under the pillow.
“Goodbye Louis, I love you.” I kiss his forehead and I leave the room, shutting his door quietly. I wait a few moments, taking in the flat, every memory, from when we moved in to now. Sighing, I leave the flat without another look back.
The chilly night air hits me as soon as I’m outside. Instead of taking my car, I walk a few blocks and then hail a cab.
“Where do I take you?” the cab driver, Peter, asks.
“The airport please.” I say and he speeds off.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Peter asks after a few minutes of driving.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Wait, aren’t you in that boy band, Something Direction?”
“One Direction?” I question him, trying to make it seem like I’m extremely confused.
“Yeah that’s the one. You sound like that boy Harry. My daughter, Abby, loves them.”
“Oh.” I say lamely, as I don’t know what to say anymore.
“You are Harry, aren’t you?” Peter asks and by the tone of his voice, I know he won’t take no for an answer.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Why are you going to the airport in the middle of the night?”
“Erm... I’m going to visit my mum for a while.” I quickly lie.
“Oh really?” He says as he pulls into the airport.
“Yep. So you say your daughter listens to our music? I could sign something for you to give to her, if you’d like?”
“Oh that would be great! She’ll never believe that you were in my cab! Here, I think I have a piece of paper somewhere.” He says as he rummages through his glove box and pulls out a slightly crumpled blank piece of paper and a pen. He gives them to me and I quickly scribble out a message saying;
“Abby,
I’m so glad to hear you like our music! I hope we continue to please you and hope that maybe one day I’ll get to meet you in person!
Much Love,
Harry Styles”
I hand Peter the piece of paper and some cash. I realize that if things go according to plan, that will be the last note I write to a fan. Frowning, I then quickly exit the cab. I wave goodbye to him and head into the airport.
Looking over the flights board, I try to find the next flight leaving that’s really far away. I end up choosing on flying to Houston, Texas. I speak to the flight attendant and pay for my ticket as well as extra for her to not let anyone know I left.
I stop at an ATM and withdraw as much American cash as I can and stick it safely in my wallet.
“Now boarding group 1 for flight 243 to Houston, Texas.” A female voice says over the intercom.
I stand up, hand my ticket to a flight attendant to scan, and board the flight.
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Stepping out of the plane, its midday. I quickly get to the exit and hail a cab.
“Where to?” the cab driver asks in a southern accent.
“Are there any small towns nearby?” I ask.
“Yep, there’s a town called Danbury around an hour away. Its got less than 10,000 people living there.”
“Can you take me there?”
“If you’ve got enough money to pay me, then yes.”
“Alright.”