Headlines [one shots]

Twenty Feet Above Stardom; for eyegasm

I waited patiently for Harry to get off stage. It's been two days now since Zayn left the band, and he wasn't handling it very well. Thought he still performed his best and told everyone he supported Zayn, he still couldn't help but feel a little pissed.

He didn't exactly blame Zayn, he knew the personal things that were going on in his life, but he couldn't believe it when he left. To him, it just wasn't the same without the five of them performing. I sat on a sofa in his dressing room, hands folded when I heard the high pitched screams of their fans. They were done performing. I bit my lip and bounced my leg nervously.

I wasn't sure what to expect when he walked through the door, but I was anticipating something not good.

When the door busted open I jumped in shock. The screaming of the fans became louder, and I heard shouts from their managers and workers. Harry slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the sofa beside me.

He ran a hand through his sweat soaked curls. He was shaking, and more than usual. "Harry?" I whispered. I wasn't sure if he had heard me because of the screams, but then he grunted.

"Are you okay?" I put my hand onto his lap. His flinched, but I kept my hand there.

"How could he?" Was all he said. I knew immediately what he meant. How could Zayn leave.

"You know what was going on with him, Harry." I frowned.

"And? That doesn't mean he should have left!" He jumped up from the couch and clenched his jaw. "We could have helped him." He said through gritted teeth.

"How? How could you have helped him Harry?" I got up after him and walked towards him. He stepped back.

"Stay away, Ash. I don't want to hurt you." He flared. But I didn't step back. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He would never hurt me.

"Seriously, Ash. I'm upset, I don't know what I'll do." He was frustrated, sad, and disappointed. All of which were never good combined together, but that made me want to help him even more.

I reached out for him this time. I grabbed his arm and he tensed. "Ash," he choked out. Now he was crying. Shit.

"Harry, don't cry." I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. His shirt was soaked with sweat, but I didn't mind.

"It's just so hard, Ash." He wiped away his tears. I pulled away from our embrace and looked up into his sullen eyes.

"I know it is, Haz." I took his hands into mine. "But you have to let it go. he's made his choice."

He took a deep breath. "I know he has. But, he helped me. He understood me when no one else did." He admitted.

I didn't know what to say. It kind of pained me to hear that because it made me feel as if I didn't do much to help him.

Harry must have seen the look on my face, because he took my face in his hands and made me look up at him. "Ash you know I love you, and I didn't mean what I just said, like that."

"I know," I told him. Truth was though, I didn't and I never did.

Harry sighed and ran and hand through my hair. "You're so damn beautiful, you know?" He said. I couldn't help but blush and feel giddy inside. He constantly tells me these things, and every time I feel a certain way.

"Harry," I whispered. He put a finger to my lips and told me to be quiet. I did as told. He lowered his finger from my lips and leaned in to kiss me.

Our lips connected with a fiery passion. Our kisses were always intense and they always left me breathless but wanting more every time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "You taste so sweet," he murmured.