Rubber Band

“We are all like rubber bands; Everyone is flexible, but there comes a point where we can no longer snap back into place, and we break.” That’s exactly what happened. I stretched myself too far and couldn’t recover. I no longer had the flexibility, the elasticity of a rubber band. I was no longer myself. I was no longer anyone. I simply did not exist anymore. I had snapped. **Don't even think about taking my story** H.S

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26. Chapter 24

Two weeks ago, I was told that Shane fell under the tempting pulls of a coma. Two weeks ago I lost all hope. Two weeks ago, was two weeks ago. Shane still lies in bed, comatose. Harry still lies elsewhere, with other women, not bothering to contact me. I set myself up for that though, I mean, he fucking told me he wouldn’t call anymore. I didn’t believe him. At least I don’t think I did. Niall and the boys stopped by the hospital a few days ago. Liam had set a vase of flowers on the nightstand. I knew Shane would throw a fit saying that they were too girly. I just wish he could see the room now. Friends and family came to see him, and all left flowers. All except his best friends, Steve and Jimmy, who brought a couple of playboy magazines, saying that maybe they would miraculously wake him up. They didn’t.

It was around 10 in the morning that I awoke in the hard chair next to Shane’s hospital bed. Yawning and stretching, I reached for the remote and flicked to KJY News. Some pictures of Kim Kardashian’s butt were displayed on screen. Apparently she ‘broke’ the internet? After a few moments of comparing butts, the reporters switched topics onto, you guessed it, Harry Fucking Styles.

“In other news, One Direction star Harry Styles, collapsed inside of a radio station, just after doing an interview. He was immediately rushed off to the local hospital. However, don’t you Directioners fret, we got word that, while unconscious, the star was simply dehydrated. Or was he? Shortly before the interview started two paramedics were seen leaving the building after supposedly trying to temporarily stich up Harry Styles’ arm. In the interview he shared that he slipped in the shower and broke his hand, but what really happened? We here, at KJY News, will find out.”

“Probably got into a beer fight” I mumbled to myself while rolling my eyes as recent pictures of Harry flashed across the screen. Getting up, I turned the TV off and walked out of the room, to the elevator. I pressed the button and waited for the doors to open. A soft Ding told me the second set of elevators had just arrived. I moved over to them and to my surprise, saw a familiar face standing inside.

“Melissa!”

“Ed?”

Ed rushed out with open arms, flowers in one hand, and embraced me in the biggest hug I’ve had in a while.

“What are you doing here?” I smiled.

“I came to see you of course. The mates told me what happened with your younger brother, and I had time off so I thought I would come say hi. I’ve missed my fellow ginger.” He smiled brightly.

He then held his hand out to me, “These are for you. I know you’re normally supposed to give them to the sick, but I figured he wouldn’t really enjoy flowers, being a guy and all” He smiled again. I took the flowers and looked in his eyes.

“He would really appreciate that thinking. And so do I, thank you Ed.” We hugged again. “His room is just this way, come on.” I led Ed to Shane’s flower filled room, and set the flowers next to the ones One Direction gave. “I was just about to go down to the café for some food, would you like to join me?”

“Sure” together Ed and I walked to the elevator and down the hall to the café. I got some coffee, over easy eggs, and hash browns. Ed grabbed a water and bag of chips. We sat in the corner and talked about his tour and the music he was making.

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer. Must be nice to live your dream.” I said, picturing myself on stage. Myself happy.

“You can sing?” Ed asked astonished. I laughed.

“Well, I think I can. There’s a difference between what I hear, and what others do though.”

“You do realize that I’m going to have to hear you sing sometime now, right?” Ed raised one eyebrow. I laughed again and nodded my head.

“When I was little I wanted to sing on stage in front of thousands. Then my parents died and I took over a family. It’s funny, I didn’t think I was good at anything but singing, until I had to be a mom. That’s the one thing I do better than singing. I’m a good fake mom.” I stirred my coffee.

“That’s not true” Ed said, shifting in his seat. “I know for a fact, that you’re a great friend. And I think that matters more than anything.”

“You always know just what to say to get me to cry Ed” I laughed, a tear falling down my cheeks.

“Oh god, I’m sorry” Ed chuckled handing me a napkin.

I shook my head, “its okay. It’s actually kind of nice, having someone to talk to, and pick me up. It gets kind of lonely around here. All I have to do is watch after Shane, since I lost my job, and dropped my classes.”

“I can understand. Sometimes on tour, everyone gets so busy with the upcoming concerts, and the fans only want to mob me, I love me time, but I can’t talk to myself. I can’t give myself advice. I mean, I could, but it wouldn’t be good.” We chuckled. “Sometimes it’s nice to listen, and sometimes it’s nice to be listened too. On a real level.”

Ed really seemed to get me. And it dawned on me; how great could being a celebrity be, when you have no one to talk to? Surrounded by people all the time, yet no one listening to what you’re really saying. Who would want that?

“Another reason why I came today, is because I think you should know that I’m team Marry, or would it be Helissa? Either way, I think you too belong together.” He took my hand across the table.

“Not happening. I blew it, and he deserves better.”

“No, listen to me will you? When you too were together he called me several times and would tell me how much he liked you. He really really cares about you. And I think if you just said that you want him back—”

“I don’t want him back Ed, I don’t. He needs to stay away. It’s better that way.” Even though it’s killing me.

“Fine” Ed sat back.

“Fine.”

 

**

 

Liam’s P.O.V

 

“Haz, mate, were going to see Shane one last time before the tour. I know you don’t want to see her, but I really think it would be a good idea to come say goodbye.” Harry stirred under the sheets. I could tell he was thinking things through. I just hoped he would do the right thing.

“Yeah, come with us! Niall and I looked up something that said if you do something that stimulates good feelings and shit, a person in a coma can communicate with movement or whatever. Were gunna try and test some of the new songs on him. See what he thinks. We need you. I can’t sing your parts mate. No one can. It’s not one direction without Harry fucking Styles.” Louis exclaimed.

“Your unbelievable” Harry mumbled from somewhere under the hotel sheets.

“Just forget it. He’s not going to come” I said to Lou, making my way for the door.

“Who’s not going to come?” I turned around to see Harry standing tall, in only boxers, at the foot of his bed. “I always cum. I cum more than you cum.” He winked and began to put pants and a shirt on. I smiled and walked through the door.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Harry fucking Styles” I said to no one.

 

**

 

Harry’s P.O.V

 

Niall insisted on bringing two different guitars, while Lou grabbed the Cajon drum. There wasn’t much room in the car, since we had to go straight to the airport after, we had our suitcases in the trunk. So we had to squeeze in, with the guitars on our laps. And the drum under Niall’s feet. When we got to the hospital Zayn moved the wrong way and the guitar head hit me in the face. Which hurt quite a bit.

Holding my nose I made my way out of the car, with the other lads laughing hysterically. Niall excitedly lead the way in, followed closely by Louis, Zayn and Liam. I trudged in after, stopping to have a nurse quickly examine my now bloody nose. Not broken, thank the lord.

I walked off to the room to find Niall all set up next to Shane’s bed, with Louis beside him, and Zayn and Liam on the other side on the bed. Niall held his guitar tight. I looked about the room and my eyes landed on her. She was talking to a tall ginger.

“Ed?” Ed turned around and smiled.

“Harry Potter, good to see you mate” we hugged.

“I had come to see Melissa and Shane since I had time off. Didn’t know One D would show up though!” He patted my shoulder. Melissa was looking at the ground.

“Yeah well, we thought we would say goodbye before the world tour.” Melissa’s head shot up, eyes wide.

“Tour? World tour? What do you mean?” she asked.

“We have our European leg of the tour up next, then to Asia/Australia, then south America.” Liam told her with a grimace. She nodded her head, looking back at the tiled floor.

“Haz, come sit down, I want to start.” Niall strummed his guitar. I moved over to the empty seat next to Zayn.

“Okay little man, this is one of our new songs, you’re the first to hear it. If you like it, move your hand or something like that, okay? I think you might relat to this one. Alright lets do this.” Niall counted off and began to strum, Lou beat the drum.

Niall started off:

When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke
'Cause I move a little slow when I dance

Then Liam:

I can count on you after all that we've been through
'Cause I know that you'll always understand

Together we all belted out:

I won't act my age, no, I won't act my age
No, I'll still feel the same around you
Hey!

Louis sang:

When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke
'Cause the stories that I told, I tell again and again

Next it was Zayn’s turn.

I can count on you after all we got up to
'Cause I know that you truly understand

We belted the chorus again. I looked around at Melissa and sang my part.

When I can hardly walk and my hair is falling out
We'll still stay up 'til morning
We'll throw the after-party, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Still looking into her hazel eyes, I sang the chorus with my mates again.

I won't act my age, no, I won't act my age
No, I'll still feel the same around you
I won't act my age, no, I won't act my age
No, I'll still feel the same and you will, too
Hey!

We sang two more songs. All the while I stared into her eyes. I could see her melting. I could feel myself melting. I could see her crying. I could feel myself crying. Both dying.

The next song we sang was ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go”

When it got to me, I put everything I had into it.

Shadows come with the pain that you're running from
Love was something you never heard enough
Yeah it took me some time but I figured out
How to fix up a heart that I let down

We sang the chorus. I could feel my eyes burning, but I didn’t dare to blink.

Now I'm searching every lonely place
Every corner calling out your name
Tryna find you but I just don't know
Where do broken hearts go

Are you sleeping baby by yourself
Or are you giving it to someone else
Tryna find you but I just don't know
Where do broken hearts go
Where do broken hearts go

It was my turn again. My eyes begged for her to hear me. We may have been in a small room, but I felt as if she would never really hear me.

Tell me now, tell me now
Tell me where you go when you feel afraid
Tell me now, tell me now
Tell me will you ever love me again, love me again

Right as I finished my line she bolted for the door, and I, I followed.

“Don’t leave me again. Please” I called out. She stopped about ten feet away. “This whole, feelings thing has been so new to me, and frankly, it kind of sucks. I knew from the moment I met you that I loved you. After that day in Dairy King, I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are, and when chance happened again and I knocked on your door, I knew it was meant to be. But I also knew that if I kept seeing you, I would fall hard. And I did. And do you know what? I don’t regret it. I don’t regret our time together. I don’t regret you. I want more. I want you, and only you. Can’t you see that I’m miserable without you?

“I’m like a crow on a wire
You’re the shining distraction that makes me fly, oh
I’m like a boat on the water you’re the rays on the waves that calm my mind
Oh, every time

I sang to her.

I’m the first to admit that I’m reckless,
I get lost in your beauty and I can’t see, two feet in front of me
And I know in my heart, you’re just the one for me

And yes, I let you see me from the day that we first met
But I'm not done yet, falling for
your smile
And I knew then, that you are perfect in every-way
But I don't regret falling for your
Fool's gold”

As I sang, she drifted closer, and was now standing directly in front of my. Her face streamed with tears. I lifted her chin to look into her watery eyes. Her lips trembled at my touch. I wanted to kiss her. And I think she knew, because she stepped back out of my reach. My fingers immediately felt cold.

“I love you Harry” she whispered. My face broke into a quick smile, then faded.

“But?” I asked.

“But I can’t be with you.” More tears, except from me this time.

“Why not?” I did my best to keep my voice steady, unlike my heart.

“I’m not fit for your lifestyle, and you’re not fit for mine. You aren’t about to give that up, and I’m not about to ask you to. There is no in-between Harry. I can’t go a whole year without seeing you. I can’t do that. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can love you with all their heart, not half of it.”

“I don’t need a whole heart. I’m not that greedy. I can settle for—”

“Yes, settle. I don’t want you to settle Harry. I want you to have everything you deserve. You are so much more than half a heart Harry. Never forget that.” she reached to me for a hug and I willingly pulled her in. I breathed in her scent of roses and lilies. She always smelled so perfect.

“I’ll never forget you. I promise” I mumbled into her hair.

“Me neither. Harry fucking Styles” she chuckled. “Who would’ve thought?”

“I know right?” I joked. This would be the last time I would hug her. The last time for an ‘us’. I would forever remember this.

“Melissa! It worked! Melissa! I did it! I’m a genius!” Niall cried from the room. I let her out of my arms and we ran back inside the room to see everyone standing around the bed, where a smiling boy, of the age of fifteen sat.

Wide awake.

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