*3 years later*
i turned over to see my beautiful fiance in my bed. i ran my fingers through his blonde hair, the silky strands brushing against my fingers. after gazing at him, i went to shower. i poured on some of my all time favourite soap and brushed it onto my stomach. as i got out, my phone rang.
"hello?" i ask.
"izz? is that you?" someone asked.
"yes?" i questioned.
"its me! niall!" he screamed with happiness. my face formed a smile. niall. niall horan. the lovely boy who was so close to me. i cant believe i left him, as well as louis, liam, zayn and....oh yeah...harry. i did it for the best, and left. i felt like i've been punched in the guts. i've told eddie about my entire romance with harry, and he understood. "ello?" he asked.
"oh yeah! hi niall! long time no talk!" i said, in my best happy voice.
"how are ya?" he asked.
"i'm just fine, you?" i asked.
"exstatic! our last show is tommorow in toronto! you coming?" he asked
"what? thats amazing! im so proud of you boys!" i said, trying to avoid the subject. all these years i've ignored all the calls, messages, and texts from harry. i've tried so hard to move on from him, but our love always crawls back and pulls me in.
"stop avoiding the fact that you're going. you are. you know you cant miss it." he said
"and i can't because...?" i asked him.
"we bought your ticket and if you don't come we'll find you and make you go." he said, obviously giggling.
"ok i'll go when does it start." i asked.
"it starts at 7 and you remember paul?"
"tell him i sent you. i'll call ya at 5 to 7 if you haven't found him yet."
"ok bye niall."
and with that the call ended. i went to the venue with my old one direction t-shirt on. it was oversized but now its just a bit loose.
"izz!" screamed a british young man. his floppy brown hair flying all over the place.
"louis?!" i ask.
"yes! oh my god i'm so happy to see you!" he exclaimed.
"what are you doing here?" he asked.
"im going to your concert in about 2 hours." i smiled.
"how? wait....niall made you didn't he?" he asked.
"yep." i said.
"well thats good." he smirked.
"okay..." i trailed off.
"well i have to go. bye now!" he shouted, running off into the arena.
i walked into the arena and found paul as his face grew an incredibly large smile.
"izz, niall sent you here, right?"
"ok, so here is your ticket and backstage pass." he said. passing over. my ticket was in the fourth row of the middle section and the backstage pass was real. i was ecstatic.
"thank you, paul."
"no problem, right this way."
and with that i went to my seat to see a bunch of directioners whispering and glaring at me. i heard some of their muttering and heard; 'isn't she izz? the girl who left harry?' and 'isn't she the girl who made harry miserable' 'what an idiot. i'd never leave harry'. they all glared at me as i felt my heart drop into my stomach. "no way i'm leaving now" i told myself. after 5 seconds of summer performed, the lights dimmed, and one direction appeared onstage. all smiling, but harry looked sad on the inside. oh god, he looked miserable. his hair had no life, and his piercing green eyes had turned into a sulky deep shade of grey, tears rimming his eyes.
"how are you toronto!!!" screamed liam into the mic, then caught a glance at me, smiled and waved. and pointed towards me for zayn to see as harry talked.
"we are so happy to have you guys as our last show on our tour! you already are the loudest crowd by far." he said, the smile growing bigger.
"and we have a special person here tonight! not saying who!" added in niall, all the boys grinning like idiots except for harry, who looked confused.
after some of the concert and twitter questions, the boys began little things.
zayn began his verse;
"Your hand fits in his
Like its made just for him
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And he's joining up the dots
With the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You've never loved
Your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back
At the bottom of your spine
But he loves them endlessly
I wont let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if I do
Oh its you
They add up to
he's love with you
And all these little things
he can't go to bed
Without reading your letter
And maybe thats the reason
That he talks in his sleep
And all those conversations
Are the secrets that we keep
Though it makes no sense to me"
harry had a questioning look on his face
"I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me"
then him and niall sang the chorus
"I wont let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
but if its true
They add up to" and niall stoped singing.
"Im in love with you
And all these little things" harry finished.
the boys sang the rest of the song like nothing had happened, and then the boys ended the song.
the boys looking at me.
"what??" asked harry.
"if some of you got the message you know who's here. and none of you actually know why she left. she was threatened and didn't want to hurt us, especially harry. she loves him and always will. i saw the way she looked at him and i see her tearing up right now because, do you know why we changed the lyrics?" asked zayn in my direction. i nodded my head, letting tears fall down my eyes. i saw harry look confused as hell. then louis came up to harry.
"she's here" was heard through the auditorium as louis whispered it into his ear, and the mic at the edge of harry's lips, picking up the sound.he dropped the microphone. then he teared up, running off stage. then the lights dimmed and there was a video playing.
"harry! lad! where are you going!?" i screamed, running after hazz. he stopped and he hit his back against the wall, sliding down, and crying his eyes out.
"she came here to support us. especially you, lad." louis added.
"i'm sorry, can i talk to her.?" harry asked.
"after the last song." zayn said, as he wiped harrys tears and we ran back onstage, and sang what makes you beautiful
after wmyb, i went backstage and called eddie.
"eddie," i began.
"you still love him, don't you?" he asked.