Torn apart

One Direction exicts for almost three years now, but suddently Harry desides he needs to leave. Everyone thinks he just wanted a solo career, and that is what happened, but not what Harry wanted. He gets caught into something and tries to get out, but he can't if he doesn't want his friends to get hurt. Will things ever by the same again, or will Harry just stay like this and take no risks.

in the beginning you propably will think what is going on? but it will all become clear


3. what they don't know

Harry's p.o.v.

I came home from an exhausting day. All I did was trying not to catch the media attention and performing in small streets. 'So there are you.' Peter said as I entered the house. 'They wanted me to sing more and I had to take an alternative way because of the paparazzi.' He nodded slowly. 'Can I please get my phone, I heard on the news my best friend was in a car accident.' 'You can...if you want him to get hurt even more.' I sighed, but there was noting I could do so I just went to what was my bedroom now. I took my pillow and cried in it. I wanted to see Louis so bad, I was so worried about him. What happened to him, is it really bad? I screamed the but my voice was muted by the pillow. Why...I didn't want to leave One Direction, and now there was no One Direction anymore. And It was all my fault. Just when I decided to go to sleep I heard foothsteps on the stairs. 'How much money did you earned today?' Peter asked. '3500$' I gave him the money but keeped a bit for myself, that was the deal, a part of the deal, keeping my friends save was the other part. 'I want you to write another song for your next concerts.' 'I have no inspiration.' 'To bad.' 'And those girls where I give concerts are perverted sluts.' 'Stop nagging!' 'I nag as much as I want, I work for you remember!?' Peter just turned around and walked to the door. 'Just make a song and sing it next week.' and then he left. So no sleeping for me tonight, only a week to write a song, jup that's my life now. 


I woke up because of my alarm clock. I rubbed my forehead. It was so early in the morning and the lack of sleep gave me a huge headache. time to get dressed for another performance in a dirty pub only known by perfs en sluts. My songs I sang there didn't reach the radio, and that was a good thing because they weren't really nice songs. I took a shower and got dressed. I walked trough the appartements ans walked into the little dirty alley between them. I was already light but there it was always dark. Rats looked at me with their dirty eyes. I could already smell the inside of the cafe. It was smelling terrible like always. Before I walked in I took a deep breath, do this for your friends Harry, do it for them. And the door opened. Everyone was yelling and screaming my name and perverted, sexual things. I sang my songs and people threw money on stage. When  I was done I sat at the bar to drink a vodca. I woman took the chair next to me. 'I gave you another 100 dollar if know.' she winked at me. 'I'm not a whore.' I simply said. I was used to it by now but it was still upsetting. 'Come on, I know you want it.' I grabbed a glas and smached it. 'Oh oh, don't cause to much trouble curly, it will end very bad.' The others laughed. It was making me so mad. I stood up and left. Is this what I am now? I this my life? Everything in my life was a dream and it turned into a nightmare. 


'Your phone is constantly buzzing.' Peter said as I joined him in the living room. 'That Niall is a crybaby.' Peter laughed. 'Niall's isn't a crybaby.' I yelled. He stood up and punched me in the face. 'That will learn you for talking back.' I rubbed my painful cheek. 'You can punch me what you want, but my friends are amazing people and you are just an asshole taking advantage of me.' Peter punched me so hard I fell to the floor, he kicked me in my stomach untill I coughed blood. 'Behave!' Is all he said and he left propably to drink himself wasted at the nearest pub. Slowly I crawled up, wiping the blood away. I washed it of me in the bathroom and looked at my stomach. It was already red but now it was going to turn many other colours. I sighed. I wanted to cry so bad but  no way I would break down. 


When I went back to the livingroom I noticed he left my phone. Dumbass I thought by myself, but he was smarter then I thought, he put a password on it. I tried and tried over and over again but it was useless. I wanted to let them know not to worry about me, but this was part of the plan, no one should know where I am and what I'm doing. And it was working out...for Peter. I earned just enough money to buy myself some food. 


When I woke up I feld a terrible pain, and when I stood in front of the mirror I remebered why. Peter gave me a beating, my stomac was purple, my ribs were slightly showing. When I walked down Peter was watching tv. 'You need to cut your hair.' He said without looking. My stomach turned around. 'Why?' 'Because that way people won't regonise you and...I think it's fun.' '!' 'Just go to the barber or I'll get a sciccors myself!' So I did what he wanted, I went to the barbers, an unknown one ofcourse. When I looked at myself with almost no hair anymore I wanted to cry but I needed to accept it, this was me now.

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