Loves A Crazy Thing!

*Harry’s POV*

It had been a few quiet days since the messy incident with Georgia. I sometimes thought about that night and the trouble that she could have gotten into, my heart pounding and droplets of sweat starting to fall from my head as I continued to think about the situation. It worried me but I knew she was safe now. The boys had tried to emerge the story from me about the darkened night but I didn't want to explain. I just simply asked them to follow her on twitter and make sure her tweets came through to their pages so we could all keep an eye on her without her knowing. She was someone that danger would follow and cause trouble for. Have I mentioned I’m a bit protective, no women should feel hurt or upset? They should feel safe at all times, even if they think their being independent. And even if they don't want to even know me anymore.

Having to work today was both a good and bad thing, bad because I knew the boys would be on my case to tell them what had really happened that night. Even though I’m pretty sure Niall would have filled them in already but I guess they wanted to hear it coming from me and I knew that meant trouble and heartache. Which right now, my heart could handle. However a good thing because I get to see everyone after the couple of day's break that we just had, which was always exciting. We only had a couple of days left on the tour until we started to move round Europe and the USA and I can gladly say I was more than excited. I was pumped and ready to go and I knew the boys were buzzing to. Travelling was the best part about being in a world famous boy band and of course getting to meet the amazing fans that got us to this point in our career. I was rearing to go and even more revved to get back into the tour bus with the guys. It mostly consisted of playing video games and talking about personal problems that we couldn't discuss with other human beings. They just wouldn't understand.

At this point I was still lying in bed thinking about what the day was going to bring and the thought of all the lyrics that I had to remember and get stuck into my head again before walking on the stage. That would be embarrassing if I forgot the words to our own songs. #Awks. I decided to drag my ass out of bed or otherwise there would be no chance of escaping the clutch of my duvet covers. The moment I stood up and realized that I was drunk last night and which felt like the hang over striking in was the moment that I knew I had to put the kettle on and try and figure out where I left my sunglasses and beanie. Great cover up. With the kettle boiling I decided to take myself of to the shower where I could wash the vodka sweat from my skin. It felt so good to rub my body of all the grim and filth and to make myself clean without anyone knowing that I was stupidly drunk last night. I guess looking back now I’m surprised that there wasn't some random girl in my bed when I woke up. I guess that’s what I do, I feel down or alone so I drink and then decide to get so wrecked that I finally take a girl home and spend the night with her. It’s not the best situation but there’s no strings and emotion attached so it’s perfect for what I need right now. Since the last girl I gave my heart to decided to break it in several places which wasn't’ fixable just yet. I didn't want it to happen again, I was scared and not willing to let my walls down. Not yet anyway.

Once dressed I just found myself sitting on the bed. Nothing running through my head but the thought of what happened to me, why was I so out of control of my own life? I love my job and everyone around me but somewhere along the line I became lost. Not being able to make my own decisions or go out on dates with someone I really liked. If I’m honest I’m surprised the night spent with Georgia wasn't plastered all over the local newspapers. I seemed to be out of control, getting drunk all the time, getting angry over the littlest of things, always thinking someone is following me when I head back to my apartment or even not being able to trust anyone. This wasn't me. Something had changed and it wasn't for the better. I could hear that the kettle had clicked but the sound didn't make me want to move. Instead I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. I didn't know where I was heading or where I was going to end up but all I knew was getting out of that apartment was the best thing to do.

The cold air hit me as I wrapped my coat even tighter around my still shaken body. The wind blowing in my hair as the cars drove past at ridiculous speeds. Girls staring at me as I walked past their very well wrapped figures. It was windy, what did I expect? I reached the coffee shop where I had so often hung out with the boys and my friends. I knew I needed coffee to tame my wild hang over but the thought of walking for miles… or until my feet started to hurt was the more appealing option. I needed to clear my head however the screaming girls throwing themselves at me didn't help the headache that was still pounding away in my mind. But it’s what you get when you decide a career like mine. However flattering it may be. The thought of having to go meet the boys was still floating in the back of my mind but I knew it had to happen even if I wasn't up for it just yet. The days plans were; doing a couple of interviews for websites and magazines and then the show tonight, however before the show we were able to arrange a ‘Meet and Greet’ for a couple of lucky fans that had won a competition. Which is always something to look forward to?

*An Hour Later*

I just about made it to the venue on time before Paul dragged my ass to the room where the interviews were being held and the other boys were sat waiting for me. They quickly added a microphone to my clothing and sat me down right next to the ‘very hot’ female interviewer. I couldn’t help but blush as she kept looking towards me and giving me her best shy smile that all girls seem to think works. I can tell you it does. But I was constantly on edge because I was worried that something about Georgia was going to pop up in a question or the boys were going to mention it to make me embarrassed but throughout all the interviews nothing was said which was very surprising. By the time the interviews were over and all the same questions were asked again and again I was prepared and ready for my pre show nap but before I could close my eyes after laying down on the sofa they was a silence and then blurred words.

“So who’s Georgia and why was she in your hotel room?” Oh no…

Notes

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