Louis drove us back to the venue, where the boys resume practice for their show later tonight. Harry gives me bad looks all night long, obvious not affected even slightly by our breakup. Probably because he knows I'm his no matter what, but is he even mine?
I want to stand in the crowd with the fans for the show, but for some reason the security guards won't let me. I get irritated quickly, telling them that I'm with the boys, and they won't mind, but the guards insist I stay backstage. I go backstage in defeat, no longer trying to convince them to let me into the crowd.
I don't want to look at Erica anymore today, so I tell the guards to not let her in the crowd. It would kill me if I saw her there while performing. Even though I'm the one that ended things with her, it still hurts me too. It makes me even more mad that she was at IHOP today with someone else. What business did they have being there? Who even were they? I punch the wall dramatically when I see Louis staring at me from the corner of my eye. "You know that's not good for your hand." He informs me while laughing up a storm at my fit.
"Just tell me one thing, Lou." I plead, "Who was that guy Erica was with? How did you know him?"
Louis smiles nervously at me, slow to reply. "He was.. Just a fan. A crazy, obsessed fan."
"That's bullshit, Louis." My voice quivering with every word, "You recognized him, Erica KNEW him. Was she cheating on me this whole time?" I'm tearing up, even though I don't know if she cheated on me or not.
"Harry, no. She did not cheat on you; she's your girl and you know that. That guy... Was her.. Stalker." He takes pauses every few words looking around to make sure no one else was there to hear.
I didn't want to betray Erica's trust but I also didn't want to deceive Harry. So to preserve my friendship with both of them, I stretched the truth a little. Changing out the word 'demon' with 'stalker'. I could tell Harry was hurt about earlier today, but he had no reason to be. They broke up over one interaction today, is their relationship really that fragile? "Harry, it's obvious you really love her. I've never seen you this much of a mess over someone before."
"What's your point?" He glares at me, unmoved.
"What was the point in breaking up with her?" Just as I finish asking that she walks by us, her cheeks a rosy red. She looks down to avoid our gazes but right when she's about to pass us, Harry grabs her by the arm.
I tried to walk by him and act like he wasn't there, but right as I passed by I felt his grip on my arm,
"What, Harry?!"I growl avoiding eye contact with him.
"Who was that guy from today?" Harry asks, placing his finger under my chin forcing it up.
"None of your business." I look over at Louis to see what Harry knows, he mouths to me "stalker", whatever that's suppose to mean.
"I just want to help you." Harry places his hand on my lower back, forcing my body to touch his. I get a tingling sensation through out my whole body.
"Help me?! I'm not crazy Harry!! This is a real thing, and I'm absolutely terrified. Yet, you're acting as if I'm a mental patient. And Louis, what the heck!? Why can't you keep a secret!! I didn't want Harry to know about the demon." As I finish my rant, Louis jaw drops open, Harry's eyes widened,
"Demons!?" He gasps, "All Louis told me was that you had a stalker!"
Louis looks at me, panicked.
"Damn it!!" I cry out, putting my head in my hands and running to a random room.
As I sit in the room, I can feel the demon laughing at me.
"You really know how to fuck up your own life." It taunts, "Good one."
I can't quite believe what I've just heard. Demons? What the?
"Louis, what the actual fuck was she talking about? I thought you said she had a stalker? What's this demon business?" I demand an answer, but Louis shrugs at me sheepishly unwilling to answer.
"Tell me now," I roar demanding an answer .
"If you wanna know, ask her yourself. I'm not your middle man,"
Louis replies, unaffected by my anger. I get even more mad. Why was she keeping secrets from me? Why does she trust Louis more than me?
A stage manager interrupts my thought, "You guys are up in five!" She smiles, winking at Louis and me. I force a smile, Louis does too. I look him in the eyes, full of hurt. How could he keep this from me?
I could hear the guys on stage singing their song I Want. Harry was really putting his emotion into the song. Every song they perform, Harry put a little more emphasis on lyrics that applied to me. I'm laying on the floor of this random room, the lights on, with my phone facing the floor. I glance over at the door, just in time to hear it locking from the outside. I run over to it, pulling the handle, banging on the door. Every time my fist collides with the door, the light in the room flickers. Eventually, it goes out completely. I'm screaming to be let out when I hear a whisper,
"No one can hear you in here. It's no use; you're wasting your energy." It's the demon. I fall to the floor in search of my phone. When I find it, I click the home button, praying someone will answer my calls. When the phone screen lights up the words "No service" appear across the screen, and my phone was now at 1% when just a few minutes ago it was at 90%. Even though I have no service, I get a call from a restricted number, I pick up, answering to only static. But in that static I hear Harry's voice, "I don't love you anymore." It repeats over and over. This is not Harry, I tell myself. He is onstage, performing. I shut my eyes tight trying to block out this call. I press the end call button, but my phone won't hang up, "you can't get rid of me." The demon voice echoes through the room. On the phone is still Harry's voice, "You never meant a damn thing to me." I can feel my heart breaking from inside. "Fuck you" I repeat to myself over and over. I was cursing the demon, but the more I resisted giving in the worse things got. I couldn't take it anymore, I chuck my phone at the wall. I hold my breath until everything around me fades.
The concert has been over for at least two hours now and I haven't seen Erica once. Not one "good job" or usual compliment from her. No one has seen her not even Louis. That's when I realize I last saw her going into that random room. I run through the halls of the venue to that door. I twist on the knob: it's locked. I start banging on the door, "Let me in, Erica! Please, let me in!!"