The next few days were hectic. The show at MSG went amazing, and the boys did a great job. We had many rehearsals, and we had been rehearsing a lot together which was always fun. I was becoming more and more famous as all the fans of One Direction started to know me. The only problem was that a lot of their fans were starting to be mad at me because they all were in love with Harry. Things on twitter were being said, and the boys tried to fix it but some girls would just not listen. I was continually harassed over twitter, so much that I ended up deleting my account. Mom and John were beginning to become worried and so was the Boy’s manager. There was talk of us faking a break up so that the fans would calm down. I was not into this idea that much, because it wasn’t fair to us that we had to hide our love just because girls couldn’t contain their anger. Harry and the boys of course, care a lot about their careers, and they did not like all of the hate that was going around. Harry and I would have brief discussions about it, but we never came to a conclusion. After a couple of our shows, it was getting so bad that when I would walk onto stage, all of the fans who were in love with Harry would start to boo me off the stage. It hurt my feelings to think that just because I was with Harry, they didn’t even want to hear my songs. John was becoming very worried, and so was my mother. After the third or fourth show, it was so bad that John pulled me off the stage and sat down with me. “Brook, I know this has been very difficult for you, and you love Harry, but for the good of your career, I think you should end it. It is too early in your career to risk people hating you about nothing that is related to your music.” His words were entering my mind but they were not registering. Was he seriously asking me to break up with the boy that I was in love with? Surely that couldn’t be true. Tears started streaming down my face and I ran to my dressing room. I was hurt that the fans had booed me off stage and I was hurt about what John had just said to me. Why was this happening? Harry and I had such a great relationship and I cared about him more than anything, and now I had to break up with him? I needed to see him right now. A knock was on my door, and it was Harry. He had heard what happened, and the show was being delayed so everyone could get everything together. Since my opening act had been cut short, the boys still needed that time to be getting ready. When Harry walked in he did not say a word. He sat down beside me and a tear fell down his cheek. “What are we going to do Babe?” He asked with his voice shaky from the tears. “I don’t know” I replied honestly. I didn’t know what we were going to do. I loved him very much but was it fair to give into the fans like that? I didn’t know what to think. I was feeling so much emotion. “My heart is breaking, and I don’t want to do the show like this.” He said with a crack in his voice. “I know babe, but just try and get through it and we will talk after the show, alright?” I said, trying to be as calm as possible. I don’t know how I managed to be that calm, on the inside my heart was breaking as well. “Why should I do the show anyways? They just booed my girlfriend off the stage; I don’t want to see any of them.” He looked down to the ground as he said that. He looked guilty, but he had a point. They were being quite rude. “Yes, I know babe, but I do suppose there are some fans out there who were not booing, and who still want to see you sing.” I was being very strong, I had to be. He was breaking down, I could feel it. “Yes, I guess you are right” He said, sounding tired and broken up. “I love you, Harry.” That was all I could manage to say: maybe because that was the only thing I was sure of. “I love you too.” He said as one last tear slipped down his cheek. I wiped it away and kissed him. He waved goodbye and went to go get ready. I knew he felt terrible for what his fans were doing to me. I was upset as well, but I knew he was taking some of the blame for, and that made me feel even worse. I didn’t want him to be upset with his fans, I know he loves them; they just aren’t being very rational right now. After the show was done, the boys did not look happy. I gave them all a hug and they told me they were very sorry about what had happened. I tried to play it off, but I was hurting. My mother and John had been apologising all night, and John said sorry to what he had suggested earlier. Although what he said hurt me, I also knew he was kind of right. It was very early in my career, and I did not want to throw it away. I told my mom that when we were back at the hotel, Harry and I were going to talk, she agreed. She and John said they would go out and leave us at the hotel to talk. The boys went back to their room, and Harry came to mine. The walk up to our room was silent. There was nothing I could say to make him feel better. Once we got in and sat down, he looked at me with those beautiful eyes and kissed me. It wasn’t like a usual kiss though, he was hurting and I could feel it.