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...


44. Face Throwing the Key Away

Julia's POV

"Huh?" It had all happened too fast to comprehend. What did Harry mean he was leaving? "I'm going back home to the UK for a while." "Why?" I asked stepping closer to him. "I just need to." He turned his back to me and walked to the window leaving me feeling rejected for a while. "Harry is everything ok?" He simply wiped his face with hands. "Yeah. Just tell the boys for me. I'm leaving tomorrow." "Harry tell me what's going o-"

"Oh there's my laptop!" The door swung open with a heavy force to reveal a relieved Niall. "I was looking for it everywhere!" "Sorry mate. Thought it was mine." Harry replied coarsely, still looking outside the window. "No problem, but mine has a clover on the bottom." He flipped the Mac over for us to see a green four-leaf clover sticker that said 'I'm Irish and I know it'. It was pretty obvious by then that the tension in the room was serious, as no one had laughed or bothered to call him a leprechaun as usual. "Everything ok?" He asked worriedly. I took a deep breath. I literally had enough of all this boy drama that I had no way to decode. "I don't even know anymore." I replied before leaving Harry's room and exiting the suite swiftly without even saying goodbye to the boys.

Harry's POV

After Julie had left, I literally got swamped with questions from each of the boys. "What did you do this time?" "Did you hurt her feelings somehow again?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS HARRY BOI?!" "Haz what did you-" "STOP!" I finally shouted on top of my lungs. "I'm leaving ok?"

I was answered by silence. "Wh-What do you mean?" Louis stuttered turning slightly pale. "I just need some time..." "So you're...leaving the band?" Liam asked clearly depressed but nothing compared to Lou. Louis looked like he was going to 'pull a Julie' and storm out of the suite too.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Guys, I don't think it's that big of an issue yet. I just need some time. Do the next couple shows without me and I'll be back before you know it. I'm not leaving the band." "But why Haz?" Louis mumbled to me. I had never seen him so depressed before and I actually felt horrible. But I really did need time alone. I just forced a smile at him but he looked away. He was going through the phase from depression to anger now. He brushed my hand aside and went in his room without another word.

"Harry, Simon won't let you go anyways." Zayn added. That had crossed my mind before but I didn't think much of it. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." "He won't hurt himself, but he'll hurt you! I think it would be pretty obvious when we have an 'Inflate-a-Harry' instead of an actual person at our venues! He'll kick you out of the band himself! " "Inflate-a-Harry...not a bad idea." I muttered in a half joking manner. "Harry how can you joke at a time like this? I thought you cared about the band..." Before I could say anything, he huffed and went outside to the terrace. "Come on Zayn!" I shouted.  knew he could hear me as the door wasn't closed all the way, but he decided to ignore me instead.

I stood in the empty living room with only Niall and Liam beside me. "We won't barge out on you like that. We just want to know why you're leaving mate." They looked at me with caring and understanding eyes. These guys would get me and probably help me too, but I just couldn't tell them.

I shook my head solemnly as I trudged back into my room locking the door behind me. All of these boys were my best mates, and I hurt all of them by my one stupid, selfish act. I knew deep down that I had hurt Julie more though. She saved my life, and I was just leaving her. But it was too late to turn back now.

I pulled my luggage from behind the door and I packed up everything I had brought to the hotel for the Toronto tour; until the room was completely empty of my belongings. There was no point in leaving tomorrow, if no one wanted to talk or even to see me now.

If I left today, everything would be...simpler. I pulled the heavy luggage out of my room and held the handle of the main suite door. I looked around one more time. By walking out of the room, I wasn't just leaving the tour, I was leaving the boys, our friendship, the memories we shared. Something that could never be replaced by anyone else in the world. From the X-Factor to here, and I was just leaving it all behind. Was it worth it?

I left my room access card on the kitchen counter and opened the door.

I took a deep breath and took in my surroundings once more. "Bye." I whispered quietly stepping into the hallway, letting the door lock behind me. As the door shut with a click, I knew that wasn't the only thing that was locked permanently for me. The most wonderful life I could ever imagine having, was also locked. And I didn't have the key anymore- I had thrown it away.

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