Face the Music

Julia is your typical sixteen year old girl. She lives with her mother and her little sister Marty, she has her insecurities, she has her boy issues, and oh yeah, her love for the British/Irish boy-band One Direction. When her seventeenth birthday arrives, everything seems perfect....until it all fell apart piece by piece. But to every rainy day there is always a rainbow, what will happen when she unexpectedly 'falls hard' for not one, but two of the boys in One Direction? And what would happen if they both like her back? Would rivalry break everyone apart? Or will the fandom get to them first? Just as life is, every situation has two faces. One is an amazing benefit, and the other could lead to sacrifice...


26. Face Forgiveness

Julia's POV

I rushed down the hall with Zayn by my side. "Wait, what did you mean when you said that Harry's a mess?" "See for yourself. I think he'll talk to you, but he won't listen to us." Zayn swiped a silver key from his jean pocket and handed it to me. He motioned to the door across the hall and the door was marked 'Kitchen'. They locked him in the kitchen? Was the situation that bad? I unlocked the door as fast as I could and swung it open. All I saw was Harry facing the counter with something in his hand. I couldn't see his face, only his back. And the object he was holding was reflective and sharp...kind of like...like a knife! "Harry NO!!" I screamed. He turned to face me with a snap, before turning back around with his face towards the wall and stepping aside. "I was only going to cut an apple...I couldn't finish the whole thing." He mumbled quietly. I walked towards the counter to see a large red apple on the table with a deep knife mark.

"Jeez Harry you scared the hell out of me! Zayn said you were a mess, and then I come in seeing you holding a knife!" I blurted the words out and gave a sigh of relief. "Why do you care?" Harry said as he marched over to the sofa and sat down crossing his arms. "Of course I care! You- have you been crying?" I cut myself off to notice the puffiness under his eyes. They looked similar to my eyes when I cried earlier, of course now my eyes showed no sign of my previous emotion. He immediately shot his gaze to the floor. "It doesn't matter." "Harry what's wrong?" I said with a hint of anger in my voice. "And why are your knuckles red and bruised?!" I sat down next to him on the sofa and took his hand in mine to investigate it. "Stop it! Stop being so nice to me!" Harry almost shouted pulling his hand away from me. "Why-" "You should hate me! I made you run off the stage crying!" Tears started to run down his cheeks. I took a tissue from the box next to me and handed it to him. "It wasn't your fault Harry! If anything it was mine! It was my fault that I didn't tell you that I had stage fright! Please don't blame yourself for that!" I felt terrible. I was the reason he was so depressed that he obviously started punching something hard to make his knuckles bleed, and now, to make him cry again. When I told Harry my 'situation' back on the bus, I left out telling him the end result, stage fright. At first it seemed like the wiser thing to do, since I didn't really know him that well. Now I regretted it more than ever.  

"Even if you forgive me, I can't forgive myself. I can't believe I made you feel so-" Harry's words snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him shed another tear. No boy I had ever met before had cared about me so much that they would cry over me! "Harry Edward Styles. I love you and please don't think any of this is your fault! I'm fine and it's not like the whole world was there to see that happen! Please don't feel so depressed!" Slowly, Harry lifted his head up and stopped sulking. I gave him a comforting hug like Niall had given me earlier. After all, it did help me feel a lot better. "I love you too Julia. Thanks. So...you really aren't the least bit upset with me?" I shook my head. "How could I?" A big smile was pasted on Harry's face right away. "And also, please don't ever hurt yourself so severely again!" I walked to the kitchen cupboard and took out the first-aid kit from the middle shelf. He lifted his hand to me as I sat on the couch, I applied the gauze on Harry's knuckles which were starting to bleed quite heavily. He cringed as I put the cool ice on top of it to help with the painful bruise. "Thanks for caring so much about me. You know with you, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." I blushed and returned a grin. "Now. I think we should let the boys know that you're fine. They really were worried about you you know?" I held Harry's hand lightly not wanting to hurt him, and I led him to the kitchen door. He was about to turn the door handle when it slammed open from the other side. Louis stood there holding a laptop in his hands. "Umm...Julia, we debated for a long time whether or not to show you this, but we knew you would find out eventually so there's no point in keeping it from you." He placed the laptop on the kitchen table and the screen lit up. I took one look at the title and I already had a bad feeling about what I was about to watch.    

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