Truly, Madly Deeply

'I hate you Harry Styles...'

2 years after finishing school and being tormented by Harry Styles, Ellie Laker finally gets accepted into a presigious performing arts academy in London. This was everything she had ever wanted, but she knows that it is probably too good to last...


28. Dress Rehearsals

Ellie's P.O.V

Anger. Sadness. Anger. Sadness. I didn't know what to feel. What was right anymore. I had gone home over the weekend, wanting to feel some relief, but my mum had been so worked up over my siblings, I had just spent most of my time in my room by myself. So I came back, and I still hadn't seen anyone from the school since that night. My phone had missed calls from Mikaela, Liam, Niall, there was even one from Callum. And none from Harry. I didn't know what to think about that. Even though I had definetely broke it off with him, there was still a part of me which was crushed that he didn't care enough to even call me

I had acting first thing this morning. Meaning I would have to face him. I didn't want to go. I wanted to hide away in a ball and never have to face anyone ever again. I didn't want to even think about what would happen when I saw Hallie's face again.

I blew a stray strand of hair off my forehead, and I heaved myself off the chair, even though every part of my body told me not to. Harry was obviously sleeping somewhere else. I had nowhere else to go, mainly because I didn't want to face anyone. I didn't want sympathy, and I didn't want criticism.

I shuffled over to the cupboard and pulled something grey out. And put it on. I ran a brush through my hair and I grabbed my phone and left.

I stopped in front of the doors of the stage, having kept my head down walking here. I walked in, and I made quick eye contact with Mikaela, but silence seemed to envelope the room before I had even walked in. People's heads flicked from mine to Hallie's within a matter of seconds. Word had travelled fast.

And then I saw his face. He was sitting with Hallie, and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. I tried to force my mind away from what he could have been doing instead with Hallie.

I saw Callum, who was looking at me with a mixture of pity and guilt?

I sat down in the chair closest to me, and tried to create a curtain, my hair falling over my shoulder. I could still feel the stares coming from around me, and I tried my best to ignore it, but it was hard.

Ms Schour came bustling in, carrying all sorts of folders and books. She dropped her pile of things onto a chair, and huffed. 'Ok, we are scheduled to perform this play for an audience in two weeks. We still have sets to create and scenes to perfect. I need all of you to be ready to work. Today, I want to have a dress rehearsal. All the costumes have been prepared and you will find them on the rack next to the stage. Just put the costume over your clothes, we can't waste anymore time. Alright, let's go.'

Everyone bustled out of their seats and rushed over to the rack. I looked up through my hair curtain,and saw Mikaela standing over me, eyebrows raised.

'Where have you been? What, happened?'

I just sighed and stood up from my chair. 'Nothing, ok. Just leave it.' I started to walk away from her, but she quickly caught up with me.

'Um excuse me El, last time I saw you, you were practically crumbling in front of me, and then you disappear off the face of the Earth, and didn't answer my calls. Can you please just think about how I must have been feeling? I was so scared for you Ellie.'

'Look, I'm sorry.'

'Sorry? That's it? You're not going to tell me what happened?'

'There's nothing to tell.' I said shortly.

'Yes there is! What happened between you two? I thought you were going to make up?'

'Well your grand plan didn't work, in fact it made it worse. He basically just explained to me that he was trying to protect me, but he was cheating on me even while we were going out. And he just tried to deny it'

Mikaela's face turned to one of shock, but before she could say anything, Ms Schour had started yelling.

'What are you two doing, gossiping over there? Hurry up!'

And before Mikaela could hold me back I rushed away so she couldn't ask me any more questions. I walked over to the rack, and found a whole lot of clothes with 'Lucy' labels. And then I saw Harry, looking at clothes labelled 'Ed' with a confsued expression on his face.

'Hey, are you sure these are for me, they look a little smal-- Oh..'

He had turned to face me, and his expression became blank. 'Don't worry.' And he grabbed his clothes from the rack and exited the side stage.

I took a deep breath, and took my costumes from the rack.


We had nearly gotten through the whole play. My acting was fine, despite my feelings. I managed to shove everything single emotion I had, into a deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, and swallow it all down.

Ms Schour was in a relatively good mood, and we had just started to film the end scene.

I stepped out onto the stage. I saw Harry walk up to Callum and throw a punch at him, although he wasn't nearly as into it as before.

'Why did you do that? You're supposed to be my best mate! Bastard!' Harry yelled.

'I'm...I'm sorry, she just came to me asking for help...I was just trying to help!'

'Bullshit!' Harry cried, although, I noticed his eyes were considerably dry. Obviously this scene didn't affect him at all anymore. 'I....I lo--' He stumbled, but he quickly cleared his throat and tried again.

'I love her.'

That was my queue. I ran out of the house. 'Ed? Jarrod? What happened?'

'I can't believe you would do that.' Harry quietly said to me. I avoided his gaze, like I had been doing for the whole play.

'I'm...sorry...' I told him, staring at the floor. 'I was hurt. You being out with all those girls again...I love... I love you Ed, and I couldn't deal with it.

Harry feigned surprise. 'Wh..What?'

I broke down. 'I'm so sorry..'

Harry came over and wrapped me in a hug. I nearly lost myself, my emotions, while inhaling his scent. I was blinking back real tears when he let me go. 'Lucy, I have always loved you. I am so sorry for what I did to you, if I could take it back I could. I was just trying to get over you.'

I looked up at him, and his eyes seemed to send bombs erupting in my stomach. How could he have done that to me? Why did he hurt me?

I looked up into his eyes and I leant my head in towards him. Harry mirrored my actions.

But then reality kicked in.

'I can't.' I leaned back and closed my eyes. 'I'm not touching you after what you did to me. Not even for a play.'

He stood up, frustrated. 'Did you not listen to me Ellie! I told you the reason, I told you I was sorry!'

'Well I'm sorry that I don't forgive you within three days for cheating on me!'

Everyone has paused and the air was thick and silent. All eyes were on us.

'I was trying to protect you!'

I pressed my lips together, in an attempt to stop the tears coming. I shook my head in denial. I didn't believe him. 'If you were trying to protect me, you wouldn't have hurt me like this. And her threats meant nothing!'

'I realise that now! Ellie I'm sorry. Why won't you believe me?'

'Because you've done this to me before.' I said before realising.

'What are you talking about?'

'In high school!' I yelled.

'I thought you had forgiven me! Seriously? Now you are just trying to make up excuses because you want me to be wrong. If you really wanted to forgive me, I think you could find it in your heart to. Obviously you don't want to forgive me!' He yelled loudly at me.  

'Students!' Ms Schour yelled. 'What is going on, a few days ago, the chemistry was amazing, now you're at each other's throats!'

'I give up!' Harry threw his hands in the air. 'I'm part of a world famous boyband, I don't need to be a part of this stupid play, and getting blamed for something I didn't do.'

'No!' Ms Schour yelled. 'We are holding this play in two weeks and it will be perfect. There will be no quitting, and everyone will do as they are told.'

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but the bell replaced his unspoken words. There was a bustle of bags being picked up and costumes being taken off, but I didn't hear it. I only heard the sound of my own ears ringing with his words. 'Now you are just trying to make up excuses because you want me to be wrong. If you really wanted to forgive me, I think you could find it in your heart to. Obviously you don't want to forgive me!' 

Maybe he was right. Maybe I was making up excuses.

I looked over at him, eyes full of vulnerability, rather than spite. But when we made eye contact, he looked at me like I was nothing. Worth nothing to him anymore. He had moved on. He left the stage with Hallie, leaving me alone.

I crumpled onto the floor and held my head in my hands.

My once perfect relationship was crumbling into nothing.


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