I could tell Harry's mood changed. He seemed more.... sullen. He tried his best to hide it, but he wasn't doing a good job. His grip was held tightly around the wheel, the veins in his hands were visible. His face held no expression, his jaw firm.

"Harry." I spoke softly, resting my hand on his. His hands relaxed, the veins faded slightly.

"Are you ok?" I said, trying to comfort him. He seemed surprised by my touch.

"I'm fine." He said looking into my eyes. He tried to convince me.

I nodded satisfied. We arrived in a place where their where little stores you could shop at. I got a feeling inside my stomach.

"Shopping's a girls' best friend right?" He asked.

"Yeah. But you don't have to take me shopping. I don't-."

"I want to." He said almost commanding it.

Things were good, until we stopped for lunch. More and more fans piled in, snapping pics and some had enough courage to ask for a autograph. It amazed me how his demeanor changed when a fan came up. He sounded cheerful and smiled more often. We decided to leave when it got out of hand. We went to more stores. His face held no interest when I showed him something. I became slightly irritated with him. Why did he act like nothing was wrong when it came to the fans, but pour his anger or whatever he held inside of him on me? Papparozzi followed us, snapping pics. I was ignoring them, trying my best not to cry. I felt like my relationship with Harry was decaying right before my eyes.
We walked back to his car. He pulled the seatbelt over his chest, getting ready to start the car. The engine roared. We drove in silence. By this time, warm tears were sitting at the edge of my water line, ready to fall over. I was never one to cry, I did enough of that in my old life with my mother. I rested my arm on the door, turning my face towards the window, preventing him to see me break down in front of him. I didn't notice when he pulled in my drive way. My vision was too blurry.

"There was one more place I wanted to take you, but I'm not feeling up to it." He spoke lowly.

"That's fine." My voice broke.

"Shit." I cursed in my head. I sounded like I was crying.

His hand turned my face slowly, seeing my tears. He wiped them away.

"Why are you crying?" He voice held a tone I wasn't expecting. I thought it would be more sympathetic.

"Your angry and I don't know why. Your taking it out on me." I spoke, my voice ruined by my full on crying.

"I don't think you care anymore." I said.

I heard him breath hard. Listening to his breathing, I thought he was about to burst with anger.

"What do you mean I don't care?" I do." He finally said.

"I'm just tired. You have no idea how my life is. Fans mobbing me and the boys everywhere we go. Papparozzi following me everywhere. Snapping pics, making assumptions. Sometimes it just tears me down. All I wanted to do is spend the day with you. Treat you like a princess." His voice started to crack.

"Don't take what you have for granted. Do you know how many people would kill to do what you do for a living." My voice held a cold tone, more than I expected or wanted it to be. I realized the bitterness was coming from deep inside me. My dream was to live the famous life. Have fans adore me, sell out arenas. I bit my lip, regretting that I said that.

"I'm sorry. Maybe.. we should... take a break." I said slowly, taking caution.

His eyes stared at me, burning holes in my body. I felt his stare burn me up inside. Tears started to form again.

"What? Why?" He spoke coldly.

"Because, your life is too much for me to handle. I hate being seen everywhere, by everyone." I stated.

"So, when things get rough you just want to run away?! You can't just run away from all your problems Elodie!" He yelled.

The way he used my name scared me. His tone shook the tears out from my eyes. I've never seen such rage in ones eyes before. His pupils were enlarged, a thin green circle outlined the black circle. I didn't want to leave Harry but, I just couldn't do it anymore. I attempted to leave the car, without saying anything. He hand grabbed my wrist. I tried to yank it away, but his grip was too strong.

"I'm sorry! Just please don't leave me. I need you." He said tears streaming down his face.

In my eyes, he was a stranger. This wasn't the Harry that I knew.

Notes

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