Requested by: Shannon.
"Harry, you know what? Maybe you shouldn't perform today?" I suggest to my boyfriend of two years.
All I get in response is a small glare from the manager and heavy breathing from Harry. "No babe. I got it. I just need to cool down."
"You got it? It looks like you're about to fall over." Gemma adds as she fans Harry with a wet towel. Anne softly slaps Gemma's arm and she rolls her eyes.
"Gemma is right Harry. You're pale and you can barely speak." I add sitting down next to him as he abruptly shoots up from the couch with a frown. "I said I'm fine, Shannon! I have to do it for the fans! Just— ugh. C'mon it's time to go." He breathes and heads to the stage without taking another look back.
"It's okay. You're just trying to look out for him." Anne whispers rubbing your back as you try not to cry. That was the first time Harry has ever snapped at you and he did it on the most important night of his life.
"Look. He started." Gemma points to a shaky and breathless Harry. He started with 'Carolina' and he was not look so well.
By the second Harry missed more and more lyrics as he tried to catch his breath and looks like he's about to faint. It's when he started singing 'From the dining table' that you knew he only had a few seconds until he collapses.
"Someone get him!" I yell through the fans' screams as they see their idol perform the third song of the tour. "He's going to faint! GET HIM!" I yell louder at his band mates.
The last thing I saw was Harry's hands slipping from the mic stand as he falls back onto the carpet. "Move!" I yell at his staff as I run on the stage where the fans are surrounding him.
"Make space! Harry! Harry, are you okay?!" I yell patting his face as his mom and the medical crew reach us. Security push the fans back from the edge of the stage as they start screaming for their fallen idol.
The medical team carry him back stage and set him back on the couch where last snapped at me. I walk away and into a dressing room where I hide out until I can stop panicking.
I lay back on the couch and count to ten until I knock out.
"Shannon. Wake up sweetie." I hear a soft voice. "Harry?" I whisper as I reach my arms out. "No. But he's looking for you on the tour bus. We're going to the hospital." Gemma says as I try to open my eyes.
I blindly fall over to the floor and rest my head on the couch trying to wake myself up. "C'mon lazy.." Gemma giggles as she pulls me up and out the venue. We climb onto the bus and spot Harry on the couch of the bus talking to the nurse on his crew.
"Shannon!" He says spotting me and getting up, coming my way. "Hey bubs. Feeling better?" I mumble running my right hand through his rough, tangled, short curls.
"I'm so sorry for yelling at you. And you were right I shouldn't have started the show. I'm so sorry, Shannon." He apologizes with his forehead on mine.
"Oh no. It's okay. You were just stressed."
"It wasn't okay. I'm sorry baby." He pouts leaning in to kiss me again and again, promising to take me out to dine after checking up in the hospital.
