Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 57

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-Katexx

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Chapter 57

[Elena's POV]

I go incognito as I walk out of the restrooms, not drawing any attention to me. A few guards shoot me questioning looks, but I smile at them with all the strength left in my body. Raising the corners of my lips feel like a workout, and my eyes water as soon as I've turned the corners of the hallway, back into Liam's dressing room where this Michael has now left.

The room is vacant, only the background music of Candy Crush fills the silence as the iPad sits on the sofa, untouched. My entire body is shaking as I sit on the couch, holding my knees with my bony fingers. I can hardly move.

They all want me gone. They all want me dead.

Does Harry even know about this? Or is he the one behind all of it? It would explain why he hasn't tried to talk to me in a week, maybe he's been planning a way to kill me if I don't do it first. Maybe my family has been alerted of my death even if it still hasn't happened, and eventually next week the boys will be sending flowers home.

How would they pass it? A suicide? 'She's been suicidal for a long time. When I met her at school, she said she wanted to leave. I brought her to the UK to clear her head, but she still did it'.

I can see the headlines on CNN already, breaking news all over the world, even Chinese CNN. 'Twenty-Year-Old Elena Reed found dead in worldwide celebrities One Direction's house. Source says the California college student from Boston had been suicidal for months now, but only now has she acted on it. Harry Styles claims to be devastated by the death of his two-month girlfriend, saying he thought she was doing better. Their relationship hadn't gone public yet, but the pair was seen a couple of times out together in London, along with band mate Liam Payne. Her family doesn't want press, saying they need to grief on their own.'

My life is ruined.

My life is over.

I knew that, didn't I?

I contemplate the idea of running away, seeing as no one is here to stop me. Wouldn't it be the perfect time to go and forget about all this? Pretend that nothing has ever happened?

The annoying music playing from the iPad starts bugging me to the max, and I hold myself from throwing it across the room to the wall. The game goes on and on, never ending on its own, and until I can't take it anymore, I press the home button and exit the stupid game once and for all. But then it's silent. Painfully and deathly silent.

I cross my legs, drop my head in my hands, rub my temples... I toss and turn on the sofa, bringing my legs up, lying down, standing up. I close the door to the room, then open it again for air even though the ventilation is working right above me. And then I walk out and follow the hallway to wherever it takes me.

"I'm Harry," the boy says with grin, "and you're in my bedroom."

I remember his smile, how happy he seemed to see me awake. I remember not knowing where I was and what I was doing these, all alone and nauseous, in a foreign bedroom. His dimples were the first thing I ever noticed, his smile being his most prominent feature. I knew I'd seen him somewhere, but I didn't know him. And I was so scared.

"I fell in love with your looks the first time I saw you and I couldn't get enough. So everytime I was in LA, I'd look for you."

Slowing down my pace, I lean against the brick wall to catch my breath. A few people walk past me but I don't recognize them. I assume there are a lot of people working in this building and for the band, and clearly I haven't met many of them. As they turn the corner and enter a large door, I follow them and catch the door just in time before it closes.