I woke the next morning around 6. It wasn't by choice. I heard someone singing, incredibly loud in the bathroom. I got myself up off the floor, came to the conclusion that I was unfortunatly up for the day, and tip toed my way towards the bathroom door. I cracked it open ever so slightly, the voice still singing.
"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cuz girl you're amazing, just the way you are. Yeah!"
I knew exactly who was singing, so I wasn't afraid to quietly step into the bathroom, shut the door behind me and take a seat on a chair by the wall. Harry stopped singing for a moment, then started with a new song. One of his own classics.
"I saw a girl brought to life, she was warm she came around she was dignified. She showed me what it was to cry."
I waited untill he reached the chorus, then decided to chime in.
"I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor."
His voice started to fade as I kept singing. Eventually he stopped all together and peeked his head out of the curtin.
"What are you doing in here?" He looked absolutely perfect with his face glistening from the water.
"You could wake the whole neighborhood you know, with how loud you're singing." I gave him a little wink, the he closed the curtain and continued on with his shower.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I thought everyone would be sleeping 'till about noon with how late we were up." I could see somewhat of a shadow of his body on the other side of the curtain. He was facing away from the curtain, and his body was perfectly shaped.
"It's okay. Why are you up so early?" There was no reason for him to be up at 6 a.m. He was usually not an early riser, since we had had days where we stayed in bed untill about noon.
"Couldn't sleep. I never can when we have a big performance. Usually it happens before a big show, like on t.v., first shows of our tour and the last show of our tour. I get so nervous, like butterflies in my tummy nervous." It was so adorable. He was getting nervous the same way I did. It was even better that he wasn't afraid to admit it to me.
"Don't be nervous, you guys are amazing. And your fans are so loyal, you could go out on stage, completely mess up, and they would still love you." It was true, and I think he knew because I could have sworn I heard his let out a light laugh.
"I can't help it, it just happens." He began humming and I sat there and picked up his phone. He never cared when I looked through it because we both knew he had nothing to hide. I honestly just liked playing the games. But this time was different, he did have something to hide. After I had unlocked the phone, I decided to look through his pictures, thinking maybe I'd discover some secret embarassing One Direction pics. As I slowly scrolled through them, I found one that left me feeling uneasy.
I just stared at the photo blankly until I heard Harry speak. "Can you hand me a towel, love?" I got up and passed a towel through the curtin. Then he emerged from the shower, his hair still dripping, with the towel wrapped around his waist. Depsite how perfect he looked at the moment, I couldn't let my mind wander.
He leaned in for a kiss but I turned my head away. "What's the matter. You still mad I woke you so early?" He was trying to be playful, but it was not the right time. I put the phone infront of his face and started to talk. As I did, I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"What's this?" He began to look at the phone. The photo he was forced to look at contained him and a girl, who I didn't recognize. They were kissing, and I was not about to let it slide.
"Elena, it's not what it looks like, I swear." He tried to grab the phone but I pulled my arm down. "Please, just let me explain." He was practically begging me to give him a moment to talk, but the last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry, and I could feel it coming.
I opened the door and unknowingly found my feet carrying me through the flat. Harry was right behind me, and grabbed a hold of my wrist, which still was holding his phone, just before I was able to reach the front door.
"Just listen to me for one second and I'll explain everything." He had a look of worry and despair on his face, as if someone had just told him that a family member had died.
"What's there to explain?" It was the only thing I could come up with. Obviously, there was alot to explain, like who was she, when was this, where was this taken, things like that. But I was in no mood to hear them. I just wanted to get myself far away and think, but his voice kept giving me an unknowing reason to stay.
"That photo was taken before we were really a thing, I swear." I looked at the photo and clicked on the information. The date was 3 days after I had arrived in London. So yes, he was telling the truth, but it didn't explain who she was or why he still had the picture on his phone.
"If it was so long ago, why do you still have it?" I could hear my voice starting to choke up as I spoke. A tear fell from my left eye, I tried to hide it by quickly wiping it away, but Harry still caught it. His face immediatly turned to the saddest thing I had ever seen.
"Please, she means nothing to me. You're the only one I love, belive me." His eyes started to water and he grabbed a hold of my hand, the one without his phone in it. I couldn't help but think about when things ended, how he felt about her, why he had never thought to get rid of it, so many things were just racing throughout my mind.
I heard a small noice and as I looked to my left into the livingroom I saw about 6 pairs of eyes stairing at us. "Maybe we should go talk outside." I turned around and walked out the door. Harry was right behind me, still holding my hand. I stopped at the bottom of the steps outside and waited for him to talk.
"She's an old friend. She was in town right when you got here, and we sorta had a small thing. But she left the day after that picture was taken and I haven't heard from her since, honest." As I looked into his eyes, I could tell that he was being honest, but something in me still felt broken about the whole situation.
"I'm gonna head home, get ready for the show tonight. I've got alot to get done. I'll see you there." I handed him his phone, turned around and began to walk home. I heard him yelling from where I had left him.
"Elena, please! I love you, don't do this..." His voice cracked as he screamed, and it sounded like, for just a moment, he was crying. The thought of it made me break down. The tears flowed from my eyes the rest of the walk home, and the moment I open my front door, I fell onto my knees, and sobed.
I made my way to my bed and just layed there for what felt like hours. Thoughts of Harry ever having feeling for another girl just killed me. I knew he had been with other girls before me, I wasn't stupid. But to know it had happened just a few short days prior to us actually becoming something made me feel uneasy.
As I layed, drowning in my own thought, I heard Sadie come in and walk straight to my room. She didn't say a word, just curlled up next to me, put an arm around me and kiss my head. I began to cry again, but not from the pain I felt from the photo. No, this time the tears were happy, knowing that I had a bestfriend who would leave everything and come to lay with me at a time when I needed her the most. She didn't ask any quetions for a while, so I spoke first.
"He didn't do anything wrong, I know he didn't. It's just, when I saw that picture on his phone, it broke my heart." I turned so I was now face to face with her, and I grabbed her hands.
"I know. Harry told me everything. He was a mess El, crying and everything. He loves you so much, and he knows that what he did was stupid." For the first time all day, I had thought to put some blame on Harry. If he was truely with me, he shouldn't have kept the photo. Maybe he forgot about it or maybe he just never really looked through his old pictures, but it should have been erased.
"I don't want to loose him." I looked Sadie in the eyes as I spoke and I realized how raw Harry made my heart feel. As if he had just taken it from me unknowingly, and was now in full possesion of it.
"You haven't. Not yet. He said he wasn't gonna bother you before the show, let you calm down and stuff. He wishes you luck though, and says he knows you'll do fantastic." She kissed my forehead. "He also said to give that to you." I closed my eyes, breathed in deep, then my mind struck a thought and I sat straight up.
"What time is it?" I looked around for my phone, but it wasn't anywhere in sight. Then I realized it was right where I had left it, in the boys flat, on their kitchen table.
"About 3, why?" Sadie looked so confussed, as if she didn't know we had to perform that same night.
"Why? We have a show tonight! We have to be at the theater by 5. I'm gonna hop in the shower." I got up off the bed, and made my way to the shower. I got ready afterwards, and I was singing the entire time. I always found singing a way to sooth myself.
Around 4:30, we headed out for the show. We got ourselves a taxi, and sat hand in hand in the back seat in complete silence. We were both absolutely terrified for what we were going to be doing in just 3 short hours. It still didn't feel real.
We arrived at the theater at about 4:50, made our way inside, and headed straight to a piano. We ran some scales, a few of our songs, and goofed off a little, trying to ease our nerves. I left Sadie sitting at the piano when she got a text from Niall saying the boys were almost there. I wandered around backstage untill I found a dressing room. Inside was a whole set up of food and drinks. I got Sadie and I each a cup of tea, for our throats, and made my way back to the piano.
Niall, Sadie, and Zayn were sitting around chatting when I got back. I handed Sadie her tea and she thanked me as she began to slowly sip it. I was feeling slightly calmer with the boys around, knowing that I wasn't about to do this alone with Sadie.
Once Simon arrived, we got down to business. We did a quick run through of the show, were shown exact entrances for the night, and shown where we were supposed to wait when we weren't onstage.
"If you want to hang on the wings and watch eachother, thats fine, just don't be loud or get in the way. If not, there's a room back there filled with snacks and stuff for you all whenever you want." We were given about 30 minutes to get dressed and ready to hit the stage. My nerves were running crazy as I slipped into a white sequenced top, peach colored pants, and my favorite white lacey flats. I was singing softly to myself as I got my make-up and hair retouched and I could hear Sadie doing the same. Through the mirror, I saw Harry standing behind me. I wasn't sure if he was watching, waiting, or just standing there, but when we made eye contact, he smiled at me. It was a smile that could warm my entire body, and I managed to smile back.
Before I knew it, I was in my place, ready to take the stage. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears. My hands were sweating so bad I thought I might not be able to hold my mic. I was about to have a full blown panic attack when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. Then a voice whisper in my ear.
"Good luck. I know you're gonna be amazing." Harry kissed my cheek, then I listened to him walk away. I don't know how he did it, but suddenly I felt a million times better. The butterflies in my stomach were less violent and my heart had returned to an almost normal pace. Then, a loud, booming voice filled the theater, and I looked onto the stage with extream excitement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, the girls who have been winning over the hearts of millions worlwide, PINK Wednesday!"