The Opening Act (H.S) {Completed - Editing}

Doorstep Pleads

It'd been two weeks since tour ended. I was in a slump the entire time. I missed the boys. I missed Harry.

Every morning, I would hope that today was the day that he would come and make me change my mind. But he never came. He was busy. And it had been announced officially the day after I left that we were broken up on some talk show they did.

The fans were pissed at me. They automatically assumed everything was my fault. I've avoided social media at all costs.

I did however see the fan recorded video yesterday of Harry being asked about me on a show and management yelled cut and he yelled at the interviewer before storming off stage. He later returned apparently but I was too shocked to pay any more attention.

It's like my life didn't have any excitement anymore. Now that I wasn't on the road, my days had fallen into the same repeating pattern. Wake up, eat, shower, watch TV, studio, come home and eat more food and then mope around until it was nighttime. I felt pathetic. I really hadn't done much since I went to the Streamy's. I'd filmed a few YouTube videos and uploaded them, but they were far from my best.

Today it was different though. I woke up and went out for breakfast. Fans were mad once again because I looked happy out with Lacey while Harry looked miserable. If they only knew.

I then went into the studio with Anton. We finished the song after about an hour. I'd finished writing it with him the day prior and we'd recorded part of it last night. He knew about the breakup but he didn't ask and I greatly appreciated that. We hadn't spent a lot of time together in the past few weeks, only a few hours. That's why we're just now finishing. He knew how I felt without asking.

When I got home, my parents were getting ready to leave. They had some sort of banquet to go to at the base. It was nice to see them all dressed up and going out.

Once they left, I ordered pizza and got my Netflix up on the TV. The doorbell rang like twenty minutes into Camp Takota, which I promised Grace I would watch when we talked at the Streamys. I grabbed money and got the pizza, paying the guy before retreating back to the couch.

The doorbell rang again as soon as I sat down. Did I not pay him enough? I jog over to the door and swing it open, my mouth falling open in shock when I see the person.

"H-harry?"

He looked exhausted. There were dark bags under his eyes and he was slouching majorly. "Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

He sighs. "I'm here because I screwed up. I majorly screwed up, Ave. I was a absolute dick and you deserve better than that. I'm so incredibly sorry. It was wrong of me not to trust you and Anton. I love you more than anything and the thought of you finding somebody better really scared me. I didn't want you to move on."

"Harry, I-"

"No, I'm not done yet."

I clamp my lips shut and nod.

"If you would be willing to give me another chance, I'd really like one. I promise I'll trust you with other guys. I promise I won't be super protective and snotty when it comes to you going out. I'll make you breakfast every morning and I'll send you flowers at random times. I'll call you every time I'm away and talk with you on the phone until one of us falls asleep at night. I'll watch those cheesy movies that you love with you and I won't complain. I'll take you out to fancy dinners. I'll buy you nice things and give you gifts. I'll shower you with love. I'll take you to my hometown and we'll do lots of sightseeing. I'll go to the studio with you and we can write songs together. I'll let you wear as many of my clothes as you want. I'll go to events with you and let you complain about how I suck at interviews without telling you to shut up. I'll go to the movies with you, even if it means having to wear an awful disguise. I'll write cheesy love letters to you while I'm on the road and I'll send weird souvenirs from places I visit. I'll fly you out to visit me all the time. I'll take care of you when you're sick and I'll be right by your side when you're upset. I'll-"