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I will follow you into the dark

A week into college and everyone had settled in.

Two weeks into college and Lux finally found her feet. Not necessarily making friends, but getting to grips with her surroundings and yet again- and new lifestyle.  Jones joined the typical abercrombie clique, but still spending most of his time with Lux. While on the other hand, Tasha dedicated all her time to music. A passion she had never delved into, as she could never afford any music lessons, or instruments.

Two months into college and Lux had fallen into the dark, dark depths of seperation and self mutation due to some bad news.. Life had taken every ounce of effort out of her, and she needed a 'release.' A mental comfort that no person could offer her.

''Morning beautiful.'' Jones smiled as he gently placing a kiss upon Lux's cheek, followed by wrapping his arms around her. ''You getting out of bed today?'' He sighed, slightly tightening his grip around her slim frame. As a reply, she groaned and yanked his arm off from around her; then in an instant, fell back asleep. A mask of pain and a sense of hurt described Jones at that moment. Aswell as every morning for the past month. He'd ask her the same question every morning, still with the same concern; and would get the same response. A senseless, simple groan. The same groan that would break Jones' heart a little bit more each day. That was just the aftermath of the drug abuse to disguise her hurt. During his lunch break, Jones would go back to his and Luxs' dorm and comfort her. That was the time of day where she layed off self destruction, and felt the pain that life had brought her. The same pain that she had pushed aside her whole life. He'd hold her tight in his embrace, while curled up on the sofa, and allowed her to cry into his chest for an hour straight while he spoke soothing words into her ear. Words that in a few hours- she'd have forgotten. 

''I love you so much.'' He spoke, kissing the top of her head forcefully, repetitively. Lux inhaled heavily, then as she let out her breath, plunged her lips against Jones'. So much passion, so much love. A kiss that could've lasted a thousand years.

As their lips parted from each others, their faces remained close as they looked deep into each others eyes. For the first time in four weeks, the sides of her lips rised, and her familiar dimple shon. Jones couldn't help but let out a laugh of relief, and kiss her forehead quickly. ''Cmon', let's go out. We can drive somewhere miles away if that's what you want...; Anything! You deserve to be happy, Lux.'' He smiled, still glaring deeply into her troubled sapphire eyes. She bit her lip and thought about his offer. After spending so long in their dorm, even the campus seemed terrifiying. But then, who has ever got anywhere in life by living it in fear. Lips trembling, anxiety fuelled, heart racing, adrenaline pumping;- she nodded. Jones paused for a second, shocked that she had finally agreed to step out of the invisible bubble she had created. ''.... Right. Okay. This is good! This is progress. You go get ready; I'll be waiting right here.'' He stuttered. His mind was all over the place. Never would he have guessed that she would have actually agreed to go.

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They ended up driving for miles. Where they were going was still unknown. They just waited till they drove through an idyllic looking village that they could stop at. Although, something was bound to go wrong. And in this case, it was the weathers fault. Before they knew it, there was a chorus of thunder, a bolt of lightening, & a howl of rain. The window wipers went so out of control, they eventually broke. Then to make matters worse, Lux jumped out of the car and ran into their unknown destination. All Jones could do was run after her and hope neither of them would get bolted. He chased after her into a corner coffee shop that she had ran into. It was perfect, and oh so very picturesque.

''Woah.'' Spoke Jones, who was abnormally out of breath. A woman who looked like the only other person in the shop, was sat at a stool, half a sleep, with drool coming from her mouth. As he spoke, the woman woke up in a daze. ''Customers! Ronnie, we've got customers!'' She yelled to 'Ronnie.' She sped over to the till and made herself look presentable. Not that Lux or Jones were bothered. ''How can I help you?'' She asked in a high pitch chirpy voice, with an smile up to her eyebrows on her face. Lux and Jones both sniggered. ''Lady.. You got a little...'' Lux laughed, pointing towards her lips, then moving her finger down to her chin, implying that she had dribbled. ''Oh. My. God.'' The lady blushed, covering where Lux had just pointed out. As she ran off into the kitchen, 'Ronnie' brushed past her and took over. ''Sorry, we haven't had customers in a while.'' Ronnie joked as he walked over to the counter and put an apron on. ''What would you like? Free of charge.'' Lux and Jones both looked at each other symmetrically, devilish expressions across their faces. Lux sat down at a double table by the window while Jones ordered infinite amounts of everything. They sat together, fingers intwined, appreciating each others company. And of course, the bundles of free coffee they had. Ronnie had disappeared into the kitchen, so it seemed as if they were the only two in the corner shop. They sat their for the whole afternoon; becoming closer than they already were. Finding out more about each other than they ever could've imagined. ''I'm sorry, Jones.'' Lux said under her breath. ''You're so amazing... So incredibily perfect. And I'm so... Fucked up. I don't deserve you.'' She spoke hesitantly, not daring to look into his eyes. He tilted her head up and instead of typically kissing her, just stared into her eyes, ''You're fucked up, but incredibily fucking perfect.'' He replied in a husk tone; making him sound 10x sexier.  She smirked and shook off his compliment- knowing it was lies. ''How's T? Does she hate me?'' Lux asked with genuine concern. Jones stuttered, then paused... ''She could never hate you. She's just... Processing. Everyone has their own methods to heal themselves.'' He spoke calmly, trying to stay on his other half's good side. Lux sighed, holding her latte close to her and letting the steam warm her.

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Lux slept the whole journey back; the day in general was way too much for her to process. Though for Jones, it was a proud moment. She had gone the whole day without any form of drugs, razors or alcohol. She had left their dorm for the first time in a life time, and embraced the cold weather with a smile on her face. She cried... But also laughed. Alot. Then cried hysterically some more. But Jones doesn't like to think about those parts. He layed her down gracefully onto their bed, and wrapped her up tight in the majority of their covers. Due to the weather, and recent snow; the heating was long gone and blankets was all they had. He'd normally sit at the foot of their bed and stare at the beauty that was Lux. He'd wonder how he ended up with someone as amazing as her. Someone so individual and feisty, yet so wonderful and loved. Majestic at everything she did, even if it turned out to be a complete disaster. He'd wonder what went through her head. Though he saw all the amazing features she held; they were things someone as insecure as herself could never see. It pained him to know that all those small- yet important features of hers would forever be unknown to the 'world of Lux.' After he pondered, he'd pray. Not something he did before college, as he never really believed in 'god.' but due to Lux's sudden change, he felt it was necessary, and perhaps, the last resort. He wanted the best for her, so he did everything he could to give her just that. Happiness being the main priority. Then to end the day, he'd collapse next to his beauty and prepare himself for another day in paradise...

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I apologise for the shitty ending.

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Oneshot

turn down the lights turn down the bed  turn down these voices inside my head She was sat at the end of her bed; motionless. Her silhouette shone, and her rocking frame bounced off the walls. This wasn't the first time I had seen her this way; just last week a stupid argument lit, and it brought up memories that we had both tried to box away many times before. ''I know you're there.'' She groaned, stopping her sways, and removing herself from the curled up position she was sat in. I edged my way further into her room, till I was also sat inches behind her. "Cher..." I began, gently placing my hand on her shoulder, and shuddering in sync with her. Her frame tightened again, and I removed my hand instantly. She gave it time before she intertwined her hand with mine, and squeezed it till my hand turned plumb. Our fingers were locked, and there was no way I was going to let go. At a gentle pace, she fell onto my lap and began sobbing. "Shh.. Shh...." I hushed her as I alternated between rubbing small circles into her forehead, and playing with her hair. Lay down with me tell me no lies just hold me close, don't patronize.

don't patronize me Our hands were still firmly attached to each other's,- only change being that we were now laying side by side, with my arms draped around her petite frame. She'd stopped crying hysterically, and left the room flooded with an awkward silence. She was so cold. Her heart was hardly beating, and her skin gone up another shade of white. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't have fought me off. She couldn't have kicked me, or screamed at me. She couldn't slam the door in my face, and break down on the other side. It's impossible to break something anymore that has already been completely destroyed. My fingers traced her fresh wounds, fading wounds, and the one's that had been there years. I call them her battle scars, she calls them her masterpiece.

Cos I can't make you love me if you don't. you can't make your heart feel something it won't here in the dark, in these final hours. I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power but you won't. I placed kisses on every inch of her body, hoping she'd feel something. I was trying to revive someone who had died a long time ago; it was just now that I was realizing this. I was trying to make my heart feel something that wasn't there. Ever since the accident, she had become a new person. Her once radiant, healthy skin had become the lightest shade of white, with scars marking her permanently, and her lack of food showing under her skin. Her infectious laugh had turned into sobs, and her bright smile was never to be seen again. She was now a ghost. A distant memory to her loved ones, and herself.

I'll close my eyes, then I won't see the love you don't feel when you're holding me. She slept silently, though woke every hour or so for whatever reason. Although I couldn't sleep, my eyes were always firmly shut. I kept them closed, and imagined I was holding my Cher. Her skins became warm, and her flowing, thick hair spread across both of our pillows. I couldn't feel the scars, or her ribs, or her prominent spine. Her heartbeat returned to normal, and she would occasionally laugh in her dreams. It was only when I decided to open my eyes that my heart broke a little bit more. I would've spent the rest of my life with that Cher. When I had my dark days, it was almost as if she was an angel. She was so perfect that I could never believe she was real. She was 'mine.' Was.

Morning will come, and I'll do what's right. just give me till then to give up this fight. I slipped my hands out from her delicate build, then sat and stared at her for a bit. Realizing that this was 'goodbye' had become tough. I so badly wanted to kiss her one last time- but I knew that would wake her. I unlatched my fingers from hers, and quietly slipped away.

When walking away from her flat, I thought there would be a sense of relief. I thought when I stepped out of that door, I'd leave the weight of Cher and all of her baggage. Though, things just felt worse. "Stop it Haz. You deserve better." I mumbled, shaking myself out of the pity state I was in, and gave myself a pep talk. She deserves to be happy, and so do I. I have to let her go.

I gave up this fight.

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Gravity

Cher's P.O.V

Soon enough I was back in america recording, writing, travelling, recording, writing, travelling. There was no break, no Harry, no Craig, no love, no life. I was living a robotic lifestyle in which my only goal was to keep my job, and keep the fans happy.  I'd wake up in a different hotel room everyday, unaware of where I was just to be pushed into a new crowd of people telling me what to do, how to act, what I'm doing wrong, and very little of what I'm doing right. My old self had control over all of these people. I had 70% of the power to say what happened throughout my career. People would see me and tremble with fear; never daring to say anything they thought would over step a mythical mark. Now I have 10% power. I tremble with fear and think carefully about what I'm saying so I don't go over the mark. They treat me like a puppet, and the control I once had is now a sad joke.

I tapped in a oh so familiar number into my phone, pressed call, then seconds later ended the call while it was still ringing. This was an on going thing. No matter how much I'd want to talk to him, I could never get myself round to doing it. Then when he'd phone me, I'd act like my phone was a grenade. Touch it and I explode. The next few days I'd just lay in bed. Working wasn't an option, and the idea of losing my job seemed ideal. Although, throughout those days, not once did I cry. I was to numb for my emotions to even have a chance to appear. Everything was rapidly falling apart before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything. I wouldn't do anything. The only interactions I had were with vodka, nicotine, a notebook and a pen. It was on my last night of hibernating that I had contact with someone. Perhaps not in my sober state would I have done this; but when you're drunk everything gets to much. In the early hours of the morning, I awoke in a hospital ward with tubes attached to me and a certain someone sat by my side. I felt someones hand intwined with mine, and let out a flimsy sigh of comfort. But as I came around and saw who was sat with me, shock was the only thing on my mind. ''Niall?'' I whimpered like a lost puppy, confused as of to why the Irish man was sat by my side and not Harry. I felt him gently kiss my forehead, and squeeze my hand a little tighter. ''I'm so glad you're still here Cher.'' He cried, holding my hand slightly closer to him. I groaned as jolts of pain ran throughout my body, urging Niall to get someone. Before I knew it, they were rushing me to a different ward. As they moved me from room to room, I could still feel Niall's hand latched onto mine. After that, everything was a blur. Fucking hell Cher, what did you do?! Stupid piece of shit. You should of died that night. There are innocent people who leave this earth without wanting to, and you thought it was acceptable to kill yourself? You've got everything you could ever want, but it's still not enough. Next time you attempt suicide, take 10x more pills. Cut 10x deeper. Fall to the ground 10x harder break 10x more bones. my conscience once again woke me up, and I had finally come to the realization as of to why I was in the hospital. Niall was still squeezing my hand tightly, and speaking soothing words to me. ''Fuck...'' I murmered, looking down at both of my arms. There were cuts going all up both of them, but alot of them had stitches. And again, Niall called out for help. This time, they didn't rush me to the other side of the hospital, but instead kept me in the mental ward.

Niall sat and spoke to me the whole day. ''Niall.... Why didn't Harry come?'' I asked the question that had been on my mind since I woke up. He took a deep breathe and kept it short. ''He couldn't face you, Cher Bear.'' He replied, trying to give me a half smile to cheer me up. ''Shit, am I that bad?'' I paused, then joked. We both laughed and quickly exchanged glances. ''I'm glad you're here. Fuck Harry.'' I smiled, squeezing his hand with all the power that still remained within me. ''Oh god, what're the press like?'' I froze, realizing there were more important people than the press; ''my parents. Are they ok?'' I shook. I could never imagine how worried they are right now. Relieved that I'm still alive, but most of all, hurt to know that their baby girl could've been taken, and there's nothing they could've done to prevent it. Before I knew it, I was cradled in Niall's embrace sobbing at what my life had become. ''I'm so bloody selfish!'' I cursed, pulling myself away from Niall while I still had the will. The anger I felt towards myself was boiling. ''Hey, don't say that.'' Niall spoke softly as he led me back into his arms. He had somehow sent me back into a trance. As soon as I was nestled back into Niall's chest, everything felt ok. My anger had been pushed back, and all I felt was love. His gentle frame must've sent me back to sleep because when I woke he wasn't there. The love and compassion I was overwhelmed with had vanished. I looked over to the chair he had been sat on, and in his place was Harry. When my gaze caught his, I knew he felt guilty. ''Why?'' He asked. A question I wish I could answer. Though I bitterly shrugged it off, and removed my glare from his. ''Is this how it's going to be now? I've come here to apologize and,'' before he could finish, I cut him off. ''Apologize then!'' Our eyes once again met. Rather than feeling guilt, he felt hurt. An emotion we both knew oh so well. ''I'm sorry.'' He groaned, unintentionaly getting angry. I let out a sigh of... Well; relief. He'd rarely ever apologize for what he'd done, so this was a massive step forward. But knowing Harry, he'd guarantee to take a massive step backwards after. So he carried on the sentence. ''I'm sorry, I know i've been a bit of a knob, but I'm not the only one that's in the wrong here.'' He followed, glancing down at the burning scars on my arms. I was of course seething with rage. He was giving me all the more reasons to want to throw a chair, table, hammer, knife at him. I shook it off though. I was trying so so hard not to let him get to me; not after the 'incident' that got me in hospital. ''You're so bloody stupid.'' I chuckled, glaring into the emeralds upon his face, and straight through them. This was the beginning of my Harry free life.

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Part 2 of chapter thirty eight will be my last chapter of Gravity. After that, I'll carry on tweaking each chapter, and perhaps changing some of the storylines;- depending on the amount of time I have on my hands. I feel like I've used up every cliche' storyline, but if I can think of any other's I definitely will fit them in as I love eliments to fluffy fanfics. Also, I will try to add in more ships throughout the story, as I know there are more than just Cher / Harry shippers who have been reading Gravity. ALSO: people ask me many questions on my tumblr, so I'm going to answer them now as a F.A.Q sort of thing. I don't like answering things on my tumblr, as I've tried to seperate my blog and fanfic from each other. Q: ''Why is the fanfic called Gravity?'' A: I originally tried to base it off the Pixie Lott song 'Gravity,' as when I first started writing the fanfic, that's the sort of story I was trying to head towards with Harry & Cher. Gravity, stop pulling me....... Q: ''What made you write the fanfic? Do you ship Charry/Chiall yourself?'' A: This is going to sound so awful! There wasn't many 'charry' fanfics at the time I started writing it, so I thought if I start writing mine before others start finding out about Cher & 1D, it'll get me more publicity. hhahahahahhahahaha. And I used to be like er ma gawd Charry iz ma otp, and then I was like er ma gawd amy, chiall have so much more chem, omg. dey iz made 4 each ovz init. But now, I've kind of moved on from 1D and Cher. I only have been writing the fanfic recently to 1. finish it, as I don't like leaving things unfinished. 2. People message me all the time asking me to update it, or saying that they really like it. 3. I feel somewhat obligated to write the chapters, as that's what people expect of me as a 'fanfic author.' Q: ''Why did you make Cher cut?'' A: I'm not too sure why.. I try to add elements of myself/ my life into the fiction, so maybe that at the time seemed relevant. Also, it was a good way to keep people reading. Of course, Self Harm is a serious matter, and if you do self harm, you're not alone and there is help out there to get you back on the right path. If you ever need to talk; I'm here. Q: ''Some of the story doesn't make sense... Confused.'' A: ''I know, it's embarassing. But most of the chapters I wrote in a rush so I didn't get writers block again and leave the fiction for another month or so. When the fanfic is finished, I will be fixing all the messy sentences, and it will make sense. I apologize.

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Gravity

Harry's P.O.V

I knocked at the blue door, chipped paint falling to the pavement per knock as rotting wood seethed through. ''Fuckin' hell, I don't have your money mate! Come back tomorrow, yeah?'' A strong Northern accent came from the other side of the door, slightly further away from the door, and higher up. ''Dad, it's Harry..'' I spoke timidly, loosening myself from Cher's grip in hope of getting away. Though the more I tried, the firmer her hold became. The door creaked open, falling apart a little bit more the further it inched open, allowing me to see the man I used to proudly call my Father standing opposite me. ''Fuck me, never thought this day would come. How you doin' son?'' He charmingly spoke, the scent of fag breath flooded my senses as he spoke. All I could take from that was his kind remark of asking how I am. ''15 years, it's been way too long.'' I smiled, getting a semi smile in response. ''I'm good, dunno if you saw me on X Factor.. You used to call it 'the show for fat pillocks singing for their Nan's.'' I replied, getting a laugh in return. The rest of the evening was like this, the occasional disapproval from Cher, but who gives a fuck. By the time we went to bed, I was to hammered to even bother listening to her. Although, a certain part of what she said did seem to stand out. ''I come out with you to get away from my shit life, I don't want to be dragged into yours, or your dad's. I'm so fucking depressed, and tired, and numb right now, and I don't think hearing stories about all the girls your dad has shagged is helping.'' The venom she hissed was harsh, but I couldn't blame her. She's hurting, and I said that I'd help her. I'm forever promising her the world, then letting her down. But by now I had a serious case of word vomit, I couldn't stop what I was about to say. ''Oh piss off Cher! It's always about you, and your shitty life, and your problems, and your heartbreak. You're so selfish! The one time I want something to be about me, and my shitty life, and my problems, it always ends up being about you. Just call it a fucking day, yeah?!'' By now I had slammed Dad's shitty front door and killed it for good. ''Shit!'' I cursed, stopping to look at the mess I had made. There was no way of fixing it; which meant Dad was going to slaughter me. ''It's alright mate, it was bound to break soon.'' He spoke calmly beside me, leaning against the front of his house while taking a drag. I normally would've smiled at that, but I really wasn't in the mood for jokes. ''She's too good for you, Haz.'' He grinned, blowing spoke into my face as he spoke. ''A pretty girl like her will break your heart. Happened with me and your Mum. They're trouble, son.'' For the first time in..... Ever, he was actually acting like my Father. No Bullshitting, just straight up Fartherly advice like how it always should've been. ''I think I've broken hers before she even had a chance.'' I smirked, looking over at him to see him looking directly back at me. ''I'm gonna remind you of that when she rips you to fucking pieces. You've only been ere' a few hours and look what's happened!'' His voice slowly rose; shards of anger appearing. Though, I knew it was only because he cared. There I said it. He cares. ''She's in peices anyway. I thought bringing her here would help. Got that wrong aye.'' I smiled, taking the fag from between his fingers and bringing it to my lips. Inhaling whatever shit he was smoking, and coughing it all back out. I'd never smoked before, it just felt like the right thing to do. ''How the fuck was bringing her to your Dad going to help her?'' He hissed, yanking the remains of his cig from my finger tips. I shrugged. Why did I bring her here? Perhaps to show her that she's not alone. That shit things happen to other people too. That I'm just as broken as her, but my mask is still on, her's has slowly broken off, elements of weakness breaking through as she slowly breaks. ''Don't 'promise her the world' when you're worse off than she is.'' He spoke, throwing the fag butt to the floor, and digging it into the ground with the tip of his shoe.

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The next morning we travelled back to London, collapsing on my bed as we entered the flat. It was a 3-odd' hour drive, and I drove the whole way whilst she slept. Cuddling up in my bed and falling asleep after a long journey seemed ideal. Whether she had forgiven me or not was a different story. Although I can guess that driving her up to Holmes Chapel just to argue with her probably made matters worse. I gently kissed her cheek, but she rolled over straight after- Immediatly eliminating the idea of wrapping my arms around her. Instead I'd roll over to face the opposite side, and fall asleep too; forgetting my troubles, and floating off to a completely different world where troubles don't exist. All you have to do is lay there and allow your imagination to do the work, take you to a place of dreams or nightmares. It could go either way;- No inbetween. A bit like Cher...

 I apologize for the rubbish ending.

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Gravity

Harry's P.O.V

My phone began vibrating for the billionth time tonight. Despite never answering it, I always found myself checking to see who it was, even though I knew who it'd be and what they want. All they'd get in reply is 'This is Harry, leave me a message and i'll get back to you......- maybe.'  I'd been stood outside Cher's flat for the half hour, knowing that she'd be at a signing *due to our fluent messaging before,* and that Craig for some reason wouldn't be accompanying her. ''Fuck It.'' I heaved, lifting myself up from the wall I'd been leaning against, and went to knock at their door. As I made several harsh knocks, the door opened slightly everytime, and not in a way as if someone was opening it. The door was left a jar, and the flat was empty. As I pondered around looking for... I don't know what really,    I came across a note that had been stuck to their fridge that read, ''Sorry, I love you but I have to go. - Craig'' followed by billions of kisses. I grabbed the note and ran to their bedroom; only holding a wardrobe with Cher's clothes in it. Then their lounge, in which held a few unwanted pillows, an empty been can and a stack of money on the windowsill. After minutes of taking in the fact that Cher had been abandoned, I decided to phone her, though she didn't answer, so I left her a message telling her to meet me at her flat asap. It took her about an hour till she saw my message, and a week to take in what had happened. She'd been staying with me and Lou for the past week as she couldn't bare see her flat again. It was awful seeing her in this state. She never spoke; just smoke, drink and watch reruns of Waterloo Road. Never slept or ate. She wouldn't even conversate with her family who travelled from Malvern just to see how she was holding up. I had to take action, it wasn't an option. ''Cmon' babe, I'm taking you somewhere.'' I spoke softly, attempting to stroke her hairr but have her slap my hand off her straight away. ''I'm not taking no for an answer, so you might aswell give in.'' I smiled as I flung her covers to the end of her bed and pulled her up. ''Wallowing in your own shit isn't going to make things better.'' I informed her, nestling her head into my neck as I brought her in for a hug. She left tear stains on my shirt, but I didn't mind. She wasn't pretending to be okay anymore, and after two years she was finally showing her emotions. I wanted to stand here forever and tell her she was going to be fine, but I needed to get her out. So I pushed her away, and gave her a few minutes to get changed.

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I drove her up to Holmes Chapel and sat with her in my local park. I knew she'd love it cos of how peaceful it was. She loved tranquil places with minimal things or people surrounding her, though she never really admitted to it. She smiled. And spoke. And laughed. And Cried.. Alot. But for the most part, she was out and speaking again which is what I was hoping to happen. ''I hope we stay like this, Harry.'' She spoke, breaking my heart a little bit more than she already had this past week. ''Yeah.'' I replied, not agreeing with her completely, just telling her what she wanted to hear. ''Because if anything were to happen to our friendship, i'd be in pieces again.'' There she goes again, splitting my heart fully into two. ''Mhm.'' I gulped. She knew that this was killing me, I could tell by the way her eyes met mine for that split second. I don't think that's what she was intending on doing, but in order to get her life back together, I couldn't be in her way. It pains me, but it's true. I pulled her closer to my side, sharing my warmth with her as I felt her cold hands shake. ''Yeah.'' I repeated, the word friendship bold in my mind. This was as close as I was going to get to her, so I tried to make the most of it. ''You still look beautiful.'' I smiled, kissing her cheek in the most friendly manner possible, then detaching myself from her again. She blushed, but didn't reply. After all the times I'd complimented her throughout our relationships and friendships, she'd never taken a compliment as she always thought I was joking. ''Hmm..'' She sighed, taking in the fresh autumn air and exhaling the dusky council flat smoke. ''This place is so cliche Haz; I don't belong here.'' Her spirits faded and her tone went motionless. She removed her hand from mine and slipped her fag box out of her coat pocket. ''No.'' I spoke as I almost instantly removed the box from her hands. ''New start, yeah?'' I asked, trying to look her in the eye but failing miserably. ''One step at a time. Yeah?'' She mimicked me, snatching the box back to take out a pre-made fag and cheap looking lighter. ''Though, you can look after this for now.'' She spoke through the cigarette placed perfectly inbetween her lips, placing the weed/herb box in my hands. I watched as she burned the tip of the traditional looking fag, inhaled poison and exhaled her innocence. ''I fucking love you.'' I spoke under my breath, unsure if I had actually said it. ''What?'' She asked curiously, removing the cig from her lips and holding it away from us. ''Nothing.'' I replied, feeling belittled and overpowered by the girl who I was meant to be saving. For the rest of the afternoon we just sat there in silence, enjoying each others company, and watching the curious families stroll past us looking oh so happy.

We stood outside a house I hadn't seen in over six years. ''Where are we Harry?'' She asked, staring at the shitty terraced house directly infront of us. ''This is erm... This is where I grew up.'' I croaked, choking on the emotions forfilling my voice, and creating tears within my eyes. I knew everything about her, it was time she learned about me, my family, and my past.

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Gravity

Cher's P.O.V

''Soo... You wanna get together sometime? When you've not got a bin bag on your head and I'm not working..'' Craig laughed. This was the first guy I'd liked since the breakup with Harry. I couldn't help but feel bad if I were to say yes to Craig, just because I ended my relationship with Harry for my music. It could've been extremely rude of me if I were to go out with some other guy.. I couldn't turn him down though. He was perfect.

I nodded seductively so that he knew I would be hard to get. ''Great! Here's my number so I can text you the details....'' He informed me as he whipped out what looked like a creased business card from his back pocket. ''This is a date, right?'' I laughed, staring at the cheesy picture of Craig on the card he had just given me. ''Shit, yeah.. It's just- I don't know my number off the top of my head....'' He mumbled nervously. Why was he nervous? ''It's just a bit of banter, Craig.'' I grinned, nudging him playfully. Despite him being a slight weirdo, I found him endearing and slightly sweet.

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Harry's P.O.V

''You seen Cher's new boyfriend Haz?'' Niall asked as he flung a newspaper at me with Cher on the front cover with another guy. As I red through the article, I couldn't help but think back to what she said to me on Skype. She broke up with me to work on a career and a few weeks later she had a new boyfriend.

''Well, this is shit.'' I sighed, throwing the newspaper aggressively back at Niall.

There was a silence....

''Wanna go get pissed?'' He smirked.

I was hesitant at first, but as I let it grow on me, it seemed like a good idea. ''Fuck it, let's go.'' I grinned as I bent down to put my shoes on.

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Hours later and Cher hadn't even crossed my mind. Infact, I'd already pulled a bunch of girls that were 10 times better looking than Cher. It was great!

''Mate, that girl over there wants to 'have a word' with you.'' Niall slurred as he swayed back and fourth. I nodded quickly and made my way through the drunken crowd between me and this girl.

''Harry, Hey! Not seen you in ages, d'ya remember me?'' The girl gleamed as she flung herself at me for a hug. The large smile, fake lashes, fake tan, fake hair, of course I remember her; Cher's mate, Jazz. ''Heeeey Jazz.'' My words were slow from the amount of alcohol I'd had, but as she was on the same wavelength as me, she understood what I was saying. ''Wanna go have a quick shag?'' She bluntly asked. What.the.fuck. Cher's best mate wanted to go shag? ''Cher and me aren't mates anymore, so she won't care.. And you aren't with her anymore....'' She began tempting me- telling me the reasons why it'd make having sex with her okay.

I was drunk, I wasn't thinking logically.... It all happened so fast.

''You're a good fuck yano! We should do this more often.'' Jazz exclaimed as she slid her 'dress' over her. ''Have a good night.'' ''I will now!'' I replied as I followed her out the room.

It was definitely a good night..

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''What the fuck is this Harry?!'' One of our many managers aggressively asked as he waved a magazine page in my face. ''Me pulling some bird, got a problem?'' I sarcastically replied as I casually threw a stick of chewing gum into my mouth. ''I don't have a problem, but you do. This could potentially ruin yours and the rest of the boys careers.'' He slipped in, trying to make me feel guilty. Psht. ''Potentially.'' I quoted him, quickly before slamming the door shut on his face.

''What a twat!'' I laughed as I sat on Louis lap like I normally do.. Though, he refused this time and moved me to the space next to him.

''What's up Babes?'' I asked while obnoxiously chewing my gum.

''You.'' He groaned.

''What've I done now?!'' I paused. ''Fuckin' hell, did you read that magazine too? Cmon' Lou, out of all people you'd understand. I was just pullin' some girl, that's all.'' I replied as I nudged his arm slightly.

''Well 'Haz,' you pullin' some girl might've just ruined our careers! We know you miss Cher but you don't have to take it out on us!'' He yelled as he stood up and sat between Liam and Danielle who were silent.

''Miss Cher? What?! I'm way over her, man.'' Lies.

''Well, according to Cher's ex best mate, you snook off and had a bit of rebound sex!' Bit coincidental that it was Cher's ex-friend.'' Louis yell turned into a shout. I'd never seen him this angry.

Suddenly, a ringtone that I hadn't heard in over two weeks began from my phone. I stepped aside into the bedrooms and answered.

''What the fuck Harry, why did you shag Jazz?'' A familiar aggressive screech came through the phone.

''Why should you care?'' I thought back to what Jazz said; it was true. Why should she care?  

''Cos we only broke up a few weeks back you twat! I wouldn't care if it wasn't Jazz, but it was and I'm seriously pissed off!'' I could feel her anger through the phone just from her tone of voice. I couldn't cave into her anymore; we aren't together.

''So you're aloud to hook up and I'm not? We aren't together anymore, give it a rest! Also, you and Jazz aren't even mates, so why should that matter?'' Yes, I grew a pair and finally fought back. I could hear her heavy breath which turned crackly due to the poor sound quality through the phone. Then sobbing. She was crying. Why was she crying?! ''Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry...'' And I soon caved back in to her. Then I heard some guy in the background that started making her laugh. I used to be able to make her laugh when she was sad. That was my job. ''It's fine, I've gotta go now Haz.'' She giggled, clearly not concentrating on the fact that I we were still in the middle of a conversation. I could never disagree with her though, so I let her go. Again.

''Fuck!!'' I aggressively yelled as I flung my phone to the floor in fury.

''You okay Harry?'' Zayn asked considerately. I'd forgotten we were on a tour bus and that the walls in this thing are like paper.. ''I'm fine.'' I replied. ''I'm fine.'' I repeated myself in a hushed tone, even though I knew it wasn't true.

Why did she keep doing this to me? We're done, she shouldn't be able to break my heart anymore.   ''Sorry bout before mate, I'm a bit of a mess right now.'' Louis said as he stood up and came in for a 'manly' hug. ''It's alright. And what's up babe?'' I attempted to lighten his mood and throw in the word babe.. Though, it just made me sound camp and might've scared him off abit to answering me. ''Just some girl playing games.'' He sighed as he passed me his phone which had his and Eleanor's bbm chat. After reading the long ongoing conversation between the two of them, I looked up at him in confusion. ''Why're you wasting your time on her? She's just a cock tease, don't bother.'' I patted him on the back with one hand and passed him his phone with the other. He smiled and nodded his head as a kind of 'yeah you're right' sort of way. It never took us long to make up. Never.

While we were all sat down during our long drive to London, we had to somehow keep ourselves occupied, so we chatted about general manly stuff: masturbation, girls, boobs, sex, music, etc.. Then came the question I'd been dreading.

''So, what'd Cher say before? Bet she was well pissed off!'' Zayn teased as he nudged my shoulder banterously. ''Yeah, there was some guy with her though. So he erm, yano'.. Cheered her up.'' I mumbled awkwardly. There was tension. No one wanted to speak after that, so no one did.. We just spread across the bus and did our own things. Niall was writing some new songs while piggin' out on some dorito's, Zayn was on his bunk tweeting fans, Liam was below him napping, Lou was obnoxiously chatting away to our stylists, and as for me; I was on my bunk being drowned by my thoughts. I'd told myself not to get upset over her again, that she wasn't worth it and that I wouldn't stoop to her level, but I did. She was infectious. She crosses your mind once, then twice, then the numbers slowly built up till she's on your mind 24/7. How could I give Lou advice when I couldn't even stick to my own. 'Why're you wasting your time on her? She's just a cock tease, don't bother,' I told him. Forget Louis, I needed someone to say that to me. I needed to be cared about too. Then an idea struck. While I'm in London I can meet up with Cher and finally resolve things. I needed to stop being a pussy and finally sort things out so things could finally go back to normality. 

2:48pm Me~ I'm gonna be in London soon, it'll be a good time for us to meet up and sort everything out. Things are really awkward between us right now and I don't want it to be like that. Ever. Just cos we aren't together doesn't mean we can't be friends. :) When're you free?x

3:06pm Cher~ I'm still pissed off with you Haz. Dunno if i'm up for it.

3:09pm Me~ Please?

3:31pm Me~ ..........

3:55pm Cher~ Fine.

  So with that we met up for a very awkward drink at costa. All she did was sat there and peered outside the window behind me whilst constantly taking sips from her coffee, and possibly texting Craig.

''So..'' I begun, ''how've you been?''

''Amazing.'' She obnoxiously replied. Her head was down, she was texting.

''Who you texting?'' I couldn't help myself, I felt the need to ask.

She stopped texting, looked up and me and gave me an intimidating glare. ''You don't need to know.'' Then she went back down to her phone.

''Craig?'' I asked, with a cheeky grin on my face. She looked back up at me with her 'hardest' face and replied, ''yeah, just asking him when he wants to go public with a few things.''

''Cool.'' I replied, bluntly. ''Sure about that?''

''What's that supposed to mean?'' She hissed, squinting as she tried to suss me out by looking at me directly in the eye. ''It means I'm onto you.'' I replied almost instantly. But when I thought I was doing well, she beat me once again. ''Fuckin' hell Harry, this isn't an episode of The Bill.'' She smoothly sat back into her chair with a slight grin on her face. I couldn't help myself and let out a slight laugh. Her way with words were impeccable. ''I just want things to be good between us. Friends, if you like.'' I offered while sticking my hand out in hope that she'd shake it. ''Offer accepted- friend.'' She smirked as she firmly grasped my hand, then lightly shook it.  ''As friends, I think you should be one of the first to know..'' She hesitantly spoke, as she moved her hand slightly away from mine and placed it on the table, directly showing me the gem shining off of her ring finger. ''I've got an interview on this morning soon, so hopefully he'll let me announce it then.'' Her smile shon through as she looked down at her ring. I was speachless. Heartbroken. All I could to was be happy for her, and be a supportive friend. ''Wow, congratulations!'' I forced a smile and leant in to kiss her lightly on the cheek, followed by giving her a 'friendly' hug. A hug that I'd waited for since we broke up. ''I'm over the moon, poor guy doesn't know what he's got himself into.'' She smiled, admiring her standard ring. She began rummaging in her bag for a good few seconds for something, and when she pulled it out I was even more heartbroken. It was a wedding invitation. ''Here you go...'' She gleamed, passing me the slightly damaged invite. It was amazing to see her smiling again. Perhaps it wasn't me putting that smile on her face, but that's my fault. She deserves happiness, which I clearly didn't bring to her. As my mind began to ponder, I went into a world of my own. I was imagining Cher's wedding. She looked beautiful. Though, when the vicker asked if anyone disagreed with their marriage, I stood up. The look on Cher's face made me want to burst into tears, but for some reason,- I didn't care.

''Harry........ You alright?'' Cher asked, snapping me back to reality.  I gave her an intense look, which turned into a stare. ''You don't want to marry him, do you?''

She sat there- speachless. ''Course I do.'' She whimpered. Liar ''Bullshit.'' I almost instantly replied. I knew it was all lies just by the look on her face. She was a shit liar, but she'd always deny it cos she didn't want to be caught.

''I love him, Haz.''   Lies. It's all lies.  ''Bull - Shit.'' I repeated, steadily and once again, intensely. I moved in closer to her, till the only thing that was parting us was her engagement ring; and I just stared. I was upset. We'd been through so much shit together, we were strong together. We could defeat anything. But the fact that she had to get engaged to hide it really pissed me off. This isn't Cher. Whoever this 'Craig' guy is, he's changed her. Where's my Cher?  I came out of my gaze, and shook my head in disappointment. It was awful seeing her like this. Oblivious to the mess that she was in. I couldn't do it. ''Sorry.'' I muttered as I slide the wedding invite back to her over the table. She began exchanging looks between me and the invite; she was torn. I couldn't stay with her any longer. All it did was bring back the memories which I didn't need to be re introduced with. So I departed; and went looking for Craig.

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Gravity

Cher’s P.O.V

Time had flown by so fast. I came fourth on X factor, followed by 1D who came third. One month on from finishing the show and it’s already 2011, and I’m recording my own album.  I was lonely though. I had been travelling around London and America for the past two months with only Savan. Obviously we’d see people, but only for a short period of time. 2 hours later, we’d be in a different area with new people in hope that people would like my music and want to help me with my career. We were struggling though. I’m a unique character which some people love, some people hate; making it hard for me to win people over like most people can do. All I wanted was too see my family, friends and most importantly; Harry.

”Fuck this, I wanna go shopping. Where’s the closest town?” I aggressively demanded/asked Savan.

”3 more meetings then we’re done.” He sighed. I could hear the fear in his voice, making him more vulnerable.

”No, I want to get out of this shitty bus and go shopping. I’ve worked my butt off this past month, I need a break.” I stubbornly replied, leaving him with no choice but to let me go.

”Fine. The closest mall’s at The grove, which is about 30 minutes away. Okay?”

I nodded with a large smile on my face.

I always get what I want.

We pulled up outside ‘The Grove’ which was based somewhere in L.A. I was overly excited. I hadn’t been shopping in over a month so the clothes in my wardrobe were an absolute state.

I skipped along the cobbles, admiring all the boutiques around me. There was so many to choose from! ”Cheers Savan!” I cheered, turning round and giving him a big cheesy grin as a way of thanking him. He smiled politely, but didn’t reply.

As I was about to step into a shop, I heard a number of familiar voices coming from the other end of the alley. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. Instead I ran into them, and was acquainted by their banterous selves.

”Alri’ Cherbear!” Niall asked, gleaming at me with his arms spread out for a large hug; which he got.

”Niallerrr!” I giggled while still in his arms.

”What about me?!” I heard Harry sarcastically ask from behind. I leaped out of Niall’s arms and literally jumped into Harry’s, squeezing him as tightly as I could.

”I’ve missed you so much curly! Don’t ever leave me again.” I sobbed, nestling my head into his neck.

”I’ve missed you two babe.” He replied, followed by kissing me gently on the cheek.

”N’aw!” The rest of the boys cheered as they joined in with our intimate hug; along with Savan.

”This is cosy!” I gasped for breath as I was being squeezed by 5 teenage boys and Savan. I didn’t care though; I was finally with my boyfriend and four other boys that I adored. Not even the papz around us could piss me off.

Once we were done with the hug, we began walking so that we could have a good chat to see what we’d been up to.

”So, how long are you guys here for?” I asked while awkwardly walking on the side so that I could look at them while talking.

”About 5 days.. We’re recording some tracks here then we’re back off home.” Zayn replied from the other side of me. As I turned to face him, I couldn’t help but laugh. He had one of the strangest tops on, it was hard not to. the top. Though, I stopped soon as it must’ve been awkward for him and instead kept the conversation flowing. ”Cool… I think we’re here just for the night, mainly because I can’t be arsed sleeping in that van any longer. Though, I dunno where we’re gonna stay cos it might be a bit late to actually book anywhere this late.” I chuckled to myself.

”You can stay with us? You can go with Harry and Savan can go with…..” He left an awkward silence in hope that someone would offer to take Savan.

”You can snuggle up with me buddie.” Niall offered as he walked over to Savan and jumped onto his back whilst hugging him.

”Awesome..” Savan smirked as he went along with the ‘piggy back’ that Niall had got him into.

”You wanna give me a piggy back Harry?” I smugly asked him, raising my eyebrow several times cheekily. Though he just shook his head and nudged me playfully.

”They’re building up some sexual tension like how me and Savan are..” Niall burst out; making me blush a little. I literally couldn’t wait to share a whole night with Harry again.

As we came to the end of the road, we decided to go our separate ways and arranged to meet at 6 in the hotel lobby. While we drifted away from them, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh from the excitement building up inside of me.

”Sorry… I’m just buzzin’ for tonight.” I giggled..

”Yeah, so am I. I’ve got a night with Niall, bitch!” Savan snapped his fingers and came out with a sassy tone of voice.

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3 hours later. 

As Harry and I sweeped into our room, we both instantly jumped onto the huge bed placed infront of us; already making a mess after seconds of being in the suite. It didn’t take him long to soon scooch on over to me and give me another cuddle and about a thousand kisses.

”You’re gonna be getting this all night, sorry..” He grinned, followed by kissing me some more..

”I don’t mind, I’ve missed it.” I replied sweetly, returning the kiss delicately on his lips, followed by sitting up and leaning on the wall behind me.

”So, what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked him while gently nudging his bare feet off of my chest.

”Dunno, we could rent some movies, order a pizza, chat, kiss, cuddle, kiss some more…” The tone of his voice began getting more deep and ‘sexual.’

”Sounds good.. Should we order it now?” I asked, followed by leaping on his back and wrapping my arms around him gently.

”When you say we you mean me.” He sighed while sliding his phone out of his trouser pocket. I leant forward and kissed him once again on the cheek, then slid off the bed to rummage in the television stand for a movie.

”Fuck me, what year are these from?!” I moaned as I pulled out a series of ‘carry on screaming’ to show Harry. Though he was concentrating on finding a take out service and didn’t notice.. So I carried on searching.

”Hey Haz, what about Love Actually? You’re obsessed with this movie, right?” I asked. Surprisingly, I got a thumbs up from him for that movie.. Though I had to figure out how to work the tv first…

”Fuck it! I think the t.v’s broke!” I grumbled as I flung myself back out of behind of the t.v. Though, he seemed pretty snobbish as he got up and turned the t.v on.

”Oh… I was gonna do that next.” I murmured as the t.v came on and began playing the adverts that played before the movie.

As the pizzeria wasn’t open, we decided to order room service; along with a shit load of alcohol. So while we were waiting, we decided to get comfy under the sheets ;). He lent back against the wall with his legs spread apart, and I slotted myself inbetween them, with my head nestled in his chest. Our hands were intertwined with each other while we had some sort of ‘foot war’ to keep ourselves occupied. Not exactly the romantic night in I was expecting….

”So, what’ve you been up to?” I asked, killing the silence flooding the room.

”Erm.. Just done some writing, visited the american fans, done a bit of recording…” He replied awkwardly.

”Cool.” I nodded my head subtly, avoiding the question I had been dying to ask him.

”I see you’ve got some new tattoo’s.” He began sliding up the sleeve of my shirt to admire the new tat’s of mine. ”I’m thinking of getting one for the boys, dunno though; seems a bit camp getting a tattoo for 4 lads.” He blushed as he laughed what he’d just said off.

”Nah, it’s sweet.” I smiled, pulling his face back towards me and looking ‘lovingly’ into his eyes.. Just as we were about to go into one of many snogging sessions, a lady from outside our room shouted ‘room service!’ Followed by knocking at our door thoroughly. He sprung up off the bed and went to grab the stuff. As he opened the door the lady stood there seemed pretty overwhelmed by Harry and began fixing her hair with her spare hand. Though, Harry took a leaf out of my book and grabbed the food and slammed the door in her face; which made me smile.

”N’aw, you’re like a male version of me!” I grinned as I sat up and grabbed a slice of pizza and a bottle of beer off the tray.

Just as we had settled down again, the t.v froze and soon began making an irritating sound.

”For fuck sake.” I scoffed. I was an extremely irritable person, so for this noise to go on for over 10 minutes drove me insane. The one night I got to see my boyfriend again is the night that everything goes wrong. Fan-fucking-tastic.

‘‘Why doesn’t anything go right?” I growled as I tugged at my hair as a way of calming myself down.

”Don’t be such a moody cow. It’ll stop soon and we’ll be able to watch our movie, eat or pizza, get pissed and shag all night long.” He smirked as pulled my head back up to face him. I couldn’t contain myself and returned a smile.

”You solve everything. I swear you’re a wizard, Harry.” I joked, knowing that it would piss him off.

”Don’t you start.” He shook his head, followed by pulling my head into his chest and lightly gave me a ‘nuggy.’  I’d missed this so much. Having Harry around to cuddle me, reassure me that I was okay and that he was okay, kissing him, play fighting with him; and sometimes, I’d even miss our arguments. Those stupid little arguments over nothing that didn’t mean anything.

Hours later and we were still laying in the same position as we were in 2 hours ago. The pizza and movie hadn’t crossed our conversation once; nor had it crossed our minds.

”Can we just stay here forever?” I asked stupidly, knowing that I’d never be able to do that. He didn’t reply though, instead he just let out a silent laugh.

”If only.” He sighed as he turned onto his stomach so he could face me to kiss me for the billionth time. I savoured it. From the moment his lips locked onto mine, to when he slowly pulled away. I hadn’t seen him for what seemed like a lifetime; I needed to stay grateful for having him, and still being with him.

Things began to change though..

By June the two of us were promoting ourselves everywhere and anywhere. We were both travelling back and fourth from the U.K and America, which made it hard just to have a 5 minute conversation. The boys management didn’t approve of me, or of me and Harry being together, which made it difficult for me to gain their trust, or to get their approval. They’d constantly be trying to break us up, or spreading shitty lies around for the press to feed off. I couldn’t handle it. Why is it so much fuss for me and Harry to be happy together? It’s not affecting them, it has nothing to do with them. So why get involved? I’m done with all the fucking drama. I have my single coming out in under a month; I want to be excited for that and I want that & my album to be my main priorities. Not some boy.

4:07 Me- Harry, come on Skype a.s.a.p. It’s urgent. Get on it as soon as you see this, Cher. x

5:44 Harry- Just seen your text, I’m logging in now. You okay?xxx

I had finally made my decision.

”Hey Haz…” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear me. I felt awful; breaking up with him through a webcam. I would’ve preferred to have ended it in person, but that wasn’t an option.

”I haven’t got a lot of time, so I’m just gonna say it now… I love you so so so much, and you’re a brill guy, and an amazing boyfriend; but our relationship on a whole really isn’t working… We haven’t seen each other since January, your fans and management hate me, we hardly speak and never see each other.. We’re drifting apart, Harry.. It’s stressing me out so much, and I don’t want to be stressed! I’m a 17 year old girl who is supposed to be enjoying my new life, not contemplating giving everything up for you and your team!” The tears streamed down my face from relief. I was hurting, but it felt so good to finally get out of the situation. Though, seeing Harry’s reaction didn’t help.

”Oh… This is awkward. I was gonna catch a plain tomorrow to London to come and surprise you. I also got you a present.” He forced a smile as he pulled out a box from his pocket. As he opened it, I felt my heart break. Inside was an expensive looking engagement ring and a set of keys. ”Yeah…. I bought us an apartment out here and in the U.K. I was gonna ask you to move in with me after we got married, but I guess I was a day too late.” He sighed as he closed up the box and threw it onto the other side of the room.

”Harry- I  -   I’m so sorry..” I stuttered.

Your video call has ended.

I frantically shut the computer screen and threw it at the wall opposite me, followed by drawing my knees under my chin and wrapped my arms around my legs to keep myself stable; then I let the tears fall.

That boy loved me so much that he wanted to marry me. And I just broke up with him…

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Gravity

Cher’s P.O.V

I woke up from the pains obliterating my head, which made things worse considering I had hoped that the overdose would’ve killed me. & I was still in the same spot that I had collapsed in, meaning that no one had even noticed that I had just passed out. Great.

I scrambled back up; relying on the kitchen counter to keep me stable till someone came to see how I was. Though, the first person was no one special… If anything myworst nightmare.

”Alright Cher!” The cocky manslag had the nerve to ask me if I was alright. Woah, someone must’ve woken up on the wrong side of bed today..

”Yeah thanks.” I replied awkwardly. Why’s he even bothering? He can’t stand me and I can’t stand him. He’s only going to make things more awkward.

”Why’re you down here so early?” He asked while casually chewing on a carrot, like it was a normal thing..

”Oh.. Erm; couldn’t sleep.” I put on a fake tone of voice and smiled. He returned the smile, even though I could tell it was twice as fake as mine.

”You ready for the shows tonight? You’ve not been at practice alot, Harry’s been getting a right bollocking for it.” There he goes, making things worse by telling me something I didn’t want to know.

”Harry’s done fuck all though…” And there I go, getting involved.

”He tells Brian and Savan it was his fault, cos they think you’re still together.. He’s a good guy, and honestly; he can do a lot better than a slag like you. Go back to your pikey caravan where you belong.” He smugly finished eating his carrot, slid off the chair he was sat on and pondered off back upstairs.

”Yeah, and you go back to the tanning booth, you’re looking a bit patchy!” I yelled back at him, so hard that I began shaking. 

I had become a monster.

Before I knew it I was trashing the whole of the kitchen. Smashing glasses, ripping & vandalizing furniture, bending cutlery, (etc.) Then finishing it off by leaving the tap on so I eventually flooded the place.

I followed Louis footsteps, but instead got in bed with Harry.   I began vigorously kissing his neck while wrapping myself around him so he got the memo that we were back on, and so did Louis. Nothing was going to get in the way now.

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Gravity

Cher’s P.O.V

I woke up in the middle of the night after hearing noises downstairs. I’d always been cautious of my surroundings since I was about 5. Some lads broke into my house one night and literally robbed everything in our Lounge and kitchen; I’ve always felt guilty about it considering I could’ve done something to stop them. I couldn’t risk it this time though and decided to go down to see who/what it was- grabbing my hairdryer as I left incase I needed to attack. Shitting it, I pondered into the kitchen, (still with shots of pain jolting down my back,) but was acquainted by Zayn? Out of shock, I took a step back and held the hairdryer infront of me as a ‘shield.’

”Cher?” He seemed confused; which seems fair considering I had just come down with a hairdryer, and looking like I was about to attack him. Slowly, he came over to me; and began reassuring me that he was fine, I was fine and that he wasn’t going to hurt me- followed by gently removing the hairdryer from my hands and placing it on the kitchen counter. He came beside me, wrapped his arms around me and guided me to the lounge so that I could sit down and begin taking things in.

Despite him being overly kind&caring towards me, I was still in shock, which led me to begin ranting at him in a protective/angry sort of way.. ”Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick you twat!” I screamed, hitting him harshly as a way of venting how I felt.

”I’ve been having some family issues.” He muttered, dropping his eyes to the floor. I felt incredibly bad and instantly embraced him with a hug. Things soon turned round and I was the one reassuring him everything would be okay, and being kind and caring.

”My dad’s left my mum.” He cried, hoping I would hear his pain.

”Zayn…. I, I’m so sorry.” I stuttered, I didn’t know what to say. ”Is there anything I can do?” I pleaded, bringing his head away from me and holding it within my hands gently.

”I just need support.” He replied, biting his lip slightly; how’s he still fit? He’s got tears streaming down his face, red puffy eyes and snot poking out of his nose. HOW does he do it?! I came out of my trans and nodded my head, making sure he knew I had his back, and would support him all the way.

I carefully took my hands off of his cheeks so I could kiss one of them as a way of saying ‘bye.’ He seemed delighted, I could feel the smile on his face as my lips pressed against him. I stood up, and walked off; not daring to look back. Despite it only being a kiss on the cheek, I felt like an awful friend towards Geneva. Yes, it wasn’t on the lips, but it was still a kiss; a kiss with her boyfriend… I limped up those familiar stairs with shame, but stopped instantly as I got to the top. I couldn’t do anything anymore, fight anymore, lie anymore. Since X factor I have been under so much pressure, pressure to be perfect which I clearly am not. I couldn’t keep fighting anymore.

I dropped to the floor, slamming my head against the hard floor and burst out crying; literally pleading for someone to notice my cry for help. I was screaming, kicking, crying; yet still no one noticed. After minutes and minutes of pleading, I finally gave up and began crawling down the stairs and back into the Kitchen. I stood up, and began rummaging in the cupboards, in hope of finding some sort of relief.

”Jackpot.” I sniggered as I went to grab as many packets of pills as I could find. One by one, I popped them out, placed them in my mouth, and took them with a glass of water till I felt dizzy and felt the need to fall to the floor once again and begin crying.

No one was hearing my cries. It was time to give up.

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I limped out of the taxi, arms clinged round Niall for support. ”Sorry if I’m heavy..” I unattractively snorted.

”Don’t be stupid; I can hardly feel you.”

As we entered the house, I was acquainted by most of the house mates who seemed to be pretty pleased to see me. 

”I wanna sit down..” I muttered into Niall’s ear. He nodded politely and helped me into the living room- but soon left me once I had sat down;- which was understandable considering he had spent the past 24 hours with me.

I glanced over to the single chair opposite me and noticed Harry with a stunning girl curled up on his lap, snuggling into his chest like I used to. Woah he moves on fast. As I went to look at Harry, we made an awkward eye contact as he was already staring at me.. He’s trying to make you jealous, Cher. Don’t respond, just keep your eyes to yourself until they leave. The voice spoke. I felt like everything that voice said I had to obey. So like it told me, I drifted my eyes to wherever Harry wouldn’t be in sight; which was the window. As my eye focused to the view outside, I noticed Niall and what looked like a girl? Great, both Niall and Harry are moving on already. Go for Liam! He’s weak, and single. He fancies the shit out of you, so why not go for it? It’s not like Niall or Harry are interested in you any more anyway….

I nodded my head like a twat as a way of responding to the voice, and attempted to get up. But ended up falling flat on my face, screeching in pain, screaming for help.

”Harry… Go help her.” The girl smothering Harry kindly pushed him over to me. He knelt down in front of me, and gently slipped his arms under me, and began pushing me up till I seemed stable enough to stand. Though, that didn’t last for long as I began drifting from side to side… He ran over to the left of me and sturdily held onto me.

”Thanks…” I choked on my awkwardness and somehow found the words to thank him.

”Where were you planning on going?” He mumbled. Clearly he felt just as awkward as I did….

”Oh, just upstairs. I’ll get someone else though, it’s fine…..” I sighed, making it hard for him to not offer to take me to my room.

”Cmon.” He grunted, while lifting my arm up and over him; followed by literally sweeping me off my feet and carrying me upstairs. As we approached my room, I noticed his breath getting heavy, and felt like it was time for him to let me go; even though I enjoyed being back in his arms.

”You’re tired, I can make it from here.” Despite my anger towards him, I still had a soft spot for him and didn’t want him putting up with the lump that I am any longer; I would’ve killed him!

”We’re nearly there now, there’s no point in stopping now.” He replied, his eyes beaming into mine. Hypnotizing.

He softly placed me in my bed, followed by flinging the duvet over me playfully. I wiped them off of me and smiled. Before drifting off to sleep, I mouthed the word ‘thankyou’ to him so I didn’t seem ungrateful, and got a sarcastic ‘you’re welcome’ back.

Before he left, I felt the need to call him back and set some things straight with him. He placed himself at the end of my bed and had a keen expression on his face as to what I might’ve asked him.

”I know we aren’t together; but are you and that girl together?” I slurred, hoping for a no.

”Well… This is embarrassing!” He scoffed, as he stared up at the ceiling for what felt like a lifetime.

”I’m being serious. Obviously it wouldn’t bother me if you were! But we did break up less than 24 hours ago…… Bit weird don’t you think?” I began interrogating him; looking directly into his eyes so that he felt forced into answering me.

”I’m not that big of a man slag! Sure she’s fit, but not my type at all. She was just a booty call.” He replied, making me feel like the stupid one.

I let out a silent sigh of relief. Thank the lord.

After that we began talking in a friendly manner so that there was no awkwardness or tension between us; and decided to stay friends for the time being.. Which was a good thing; I think?

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Cher’s P.O.V

  I stayed quiet the whole time I was in the car with Geneva. I felt that if I spoke she’d get all in depth and emotional.

”Have you got any idea where he might’ve gone to?” I spoke.

”I really don’t know. Last time I saw him he was acting fine.. We were in my apartment talking about my split from the rest of the girls, and then he needed the bathroom so obviously I let him go… I waited about 20 minutes and he wasn’t back, and when I went to check the bathroom he wasn’t there.. Before I came to the house I was looking everywhere for him. I’m clueless though.” She sobbed.

I felt helpless. What if something bad’s happened to him? She’d be devastated.

”Are you sure nothings gone on with him this week?” I stated. She wasn’t giving me enough detail.

”Well, he was talking about how he didn’t feel credited enough in the group, and how he didn’t belong in 1D. But I reassured him that he was clearly good enough. That might have something to do with it. But that doesn’t really explain where he could’ve gone.” She replied. Her whole body was jittery, her hands were shaking against the wheel, and she was constantly checking her phone; all bad signs. She lent over again to check her phone, un-aware that the lights had gone red 5 seconds before.

”Geneva!” I screeched

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I woke up with bright lights beaming off my face, and several doctors stood around me, examining every part of me from head to toe. I tried sitting up but failed; I was too weak.

”She’s awake.. We’ll work on her later. Everyone go.” The ‘lead doctor’ exclaimed, instantly clearing all of his co-workers out of my area.

”What’s going on…” I asked. Yes I knew I was in an accident, but I wanted to know why I was still in the hospital.

”You’ve been in a crash, everything’s fine except from a few things….” He hesitantly mumbled.

”Being?”

”Just a few bruisings on your head and….. I’m sorry to say, but you’ve lost your baby.” He sighed.

My heart began skipping beats. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of having a child, but knowing I had just killed my own child that was never born broke my heart.

I burst out crying, and began gesturing him to leave me, pointing towards the curtain facing me. He nodded understandingly and wandered through the gap inbetween the curtains. I glimpsed over at the table beside me and noticed my phone. I needed to tell Harry. Despite the amount of pain it caused me, I reached as far as I could and grabbed my phone, letting out a sigh of relief as I flung back into my bed.

Once my phone had turned back on, a message popped up saying I had 9 new messages and 20 missed calls; all of them being off Niall. Non off Harry.. Maybe I should call Niall. He seems to be more interested than Harry. A familiar voice spoke in my head. Surprisingly though, I didn’t need to text/phone Niall because seconds later he came sweeping through the gap in the curtains that the doctor left through. The whole night he stood by me, holding my hand reassuring me that I would be okay. That it was a good thing that the baby wasn’t born, and that the baby wouldn’t have been happy anyway.

Though, just as things felt like they were going to be okay, I messed everything all up and kissed him, just as Harry walked in. I was devastated.Yes, Harry wasn’t there for me and Niall was; but I was in a relationship. Why do you do these stupid things Cher? That heartless voice spoke again, over and over again those words screeched.

As soon as I noticed Harry, I pulled away from Niall straight away, leaving him slightly confused.

”Are you kidding?” Harry asked, with a slight laugh in his voice, even though he knew what had just happened was real.

I shook my head, ashamed. Niall took a step back, and tried to get himself out of the situation.

”Oi, Niall. I’ve not even spoke to you yet.” He hissed.

”Don’t be a twat Harry. I was the one that kissed him, he was just trying to make me feel better……. I’ve lost the baby.” My voice croaked. His emotions didn’t change though; he wasn’t bothered. ”That’s a good thing…” He slowly replied as he moved closer to me, trying to make it seem okay that I had just killed our baby. ”Get the fuck away from me. We’re done.” I aggressively snapped. As soon as I had ended our relationship, I felt like a weight had been taken off of my shoulders. Being with Harry was way too much stress for me, and more than what I could handle. He made me more sad than happy; he was changing me..

He didn’t get the memo and just stood there blankly.

”Leave?” I asked as politely as I could again, pointing towards the gap in the curtains. As he was about to leave, he faced me again and fearlessly said, ”I can do better than a chav like you anyway.”

If I had enough energy I would’ve got up and let my inner chav come out; but I literally couldn’t move.

Though I was crying, I had a smile on my face. It may have confused Niall, but it made perfect sense to me. Mine and Harry's relationship was a perfect disaster.

”That was brave.” He proudly praised me.

”I know.” I joked; trying to lighten the situation.

”I hope you didn’t do that because of me though.” He sighed, dramatically turning away from me.

”Fuck no! I genuinely can’t stand that boy! If anything, you made things better.” I banterously replied; making a grin creep up on his face.

”Well that’s good. As long as you’re happy that’s all that matters.” He smiled, deeply studying my eyes.

Things went silent till he spoke again, ”I’m gonna give you some space now, you look tired. I’ll come and pick you up in the morning, yeah?” He asked, making it hard for me to turn him down. I smiled politely and nodded, followed by waving him off as he left.

Finally, I'd been set free.

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I woke up what felt like hours later, sat in a cold bloody pool of water surrounding me. I would’ve slept for longer but the constant shouts of my name, and the banging on the door was hard to avoid. ”Cher, you alright poppet?” I heard Mary soothingly call from behind the door, followed by the harmonies of Zayn, Louis and Niall saying ‘come out come out wherever you are!’ Typical boys.. Though, I decided not to reply and stayed silent for a few minutes until I was sure they were gone… Though in this house, you’re never alone. ”Cher? It’s Niall. If you can hear me and you wanna chat, I’ll be sat in my room for the rest of the night. So yeah, if you were wondering- that’s where you’ll find me. I’m always here if you want to talk.”

Niall. As soon as I heard that beautiful Irish accent of his, I could feel a million butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Instantly, I attempted to get up as fast as I could, unplug the bath so the bloody water would go, dry myself and wrap my dressing gown around me so I looked a bit more presentable.  Effortlessly,I flung open the door and swept over to the boy’s room, which I was aquainted warmly by a concerned Nialler. ”Oh my god, are you alright? I was worried sick Cher! You were in there so long, and not answering us, I thought you were dead!” He exaggerated as he pulled me in for a tense hug. Though, he soon relaxed once he had come to terms that I was with him and that I wasn’t dead. We sat down opposite each other on his bed, lonely in the corner of the room. ”If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing in there?” He bit his lip and innocently looked up at me, hoping for a decent answer. ”Nothing drastic! Just working off my anger.” I replied, trying to keep as quiet about what really happened as I could. ”Cher, you can tell me. Whatever it is; your secrets safe with me.” He intertwined his hands with mine and thoroughly gazed into my eyes. Before telling him, I decided to give him a warning, so he wasn’t too put off. ”Can I just say- what I’m about to tell you could possibly put you off me forever. And I doubt you’ll look at me the same again.” I dozed my eyes away from him and glanced at the other side of the room. He turned my head back though and faced it straight ahead at his. ”We’re extremely close Cher. I doubt whatever it is will put me off.” He smirked.

”Niall I’m pregnant.” I splurged, instantly turning my head towards the spot it was in before.

”Your what?” Clearly shocked, he asked me again.

”Pregnant..” I gulped.

He sat there absorbing the news, with droplets of tears coming out of his sunken blue eyes. ”Is Harry the-” ”Yes.” I cut him off.

He nodded understandingly, though it was clear he had a dozen of questions he was dying to ask.

”How’s he taken it?” He asked, caringly.

”Honestly, the worst way possible.. He wants me to have an abortion. That’s why I was in the bath for so long; I was taking everything in and I must’ve fallen asleep.”

”Ah. You’re not really going to have an abortion though? Like, I know Harry’s a bit of an arse, but him saying for you to have an abortion is a bit extreme! I understand that he’s only 16, but he’s probably brought this upon himself. He’s a right sex fiend yano’.” Niall’s inner bitch started peaking out. This normally happened when we got onto the subject of Harry.

”I really don’t know what I’m going to do… I just need a week to get to grips with what’s going on, and think about what I want to do.” I trembled.

”I really can’t do this! I might as well just drop out of the competition now. Only more bad things are going to come out of this. If I have the baby, it’ll only make me look worse. If I have an abortion I’ll probably get called a murderer and get voted off the show. Fuck; what do I do Niall?” I fell into his lap, sobbing helplessly hoping that he would comfort me and tell me everything would be okay.

”In my opinion, I think you should keep the baby. Who cares what Harry says? He’s just in shock, he’ll get over it! If he doesn’t, you’ve got the rest of 1D to back you up; plus your family and friends. Yeah they might be disappointed, but if they really care they will support you.” He whispered, while letting down my hair as he untangled it with his fingers.

”What if no one does support me though?” I inquired, knowing that he’d come out with something sweet.

”I’ll be here.” He soothingly spoke those sweet worse I was expecting. I could’ve kissed him right then, given him that kiss he was saving. But it would still be wrong.

I sat up and began rubbing my eyes whilst Niall brushed my hair back down so it didn’t look like a bush.

I leant in towards him and kissed him on the cheek gently, then came back out to say ”thankyou.”

As I stood up and headed towards the door, I turned slightly back round and waved at Niall just for an extra thanks. He gave me a small smile, but that was it.

As I stepped out of his room and closed the door, I was approached by a ghostly looking Geneva.

”Hey, aren’t you meant to have left by now?” I asked her in a friendly tone so I didn’t seem rude.

”I did leave, but I came back to look for Zayn.. He’s gone missing.” She choked on her tears.

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Dreading it, I had to come out with two words that could sacrifice our places in the competition soon. I cupped my head in my hands and shed those tears I had to hold in before.

As I can back up, I gazed into Harry’s eyes, grabbed hold of his jittery hands and came out with the news that I had kept in my head for the past day.

”I’m pregnant.”

I mumbled, clear enough that he could understand me.

Gobsmacked, Harry’s eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. Aggresively, he yanked his hands out of mine and looked away from me. 

From what I could see, his expression didn’t look too good. He turned back to face me, wiped the anger off of his face and found the decency to talk to say something.

”You are kidding, right?” He frowned. ”Tell me this is one of your shitty jokes…. Cher?” He pleaded, clearly knowing the answer I was going to come out with. ”I wish!” I tried to make what I had just told him funny; but it backfired.

”You think this is funny? Your 17, I’m 16. We’re on one of the biggest shows in the country and I’ve got you pregnant for god sake! It’s like you try and bring more and more drama into your life each day! Fuckin’ hell Cher! When are you going to realize you can’t take everything as a joke and expect everything in life to come easy to you? Give it a rest!” He literally told me off for getting pregnant, and being the way that I am.. Wonderful. As he stood up and was about to leave, he had the balls to turn around and say, ”Also, your having an abortion.” Before I could reply and begin an argument with him, he had left me unspoken. I got a sense of deja vu as I followed him downstairs to where he was heading;- the kitchen. ”Oi!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, making myself clearly heard so he didn’t have the excuse of ‘I didn’t hear you.’ ”What now? I think you’ve said enough, don’t you?” He sarcastically replied. Everyone went silent and darted their eyes at me as they waited for my response. I could feel my palms sweating as I clenched my fists.

Overwhelmed by everyone staring at me, waiting for an answer; I legged it upstairs and into the toilet, slammed the door shut, locked it and fell to the ground. Maybe he was right. I can’t raise a baby at 17, on my own.. It’s not like Harry wants to help me. Though, I might as well keep it. Once everyone finds out my career will probably be over anyway.I spoke to myself.  I daintily stood up and walked over to the bath tub, only turning on the hot tap to make sure I got some sort of pain out of it. Then, I rummaged around in the draws next to me looking for a shaver that I could dismantle and take a razor out of it. Jackpot. Whilst waiting for the bath to fill up, I ripped apart the shaver till I got to where the blades were. Carefully, I slid one out and gently held it on the area that wasn’t sharp. Once the room started misting up, and the tub looked like it was full at a decent amount; I pondered back over to the bath and turned the tap off. As I began stripping, all the shit that had been going on in my life flashed through my head- giving me more reasons to put myself through the pain I was about to go through.  As I took my first step into the tub, a burning sensation ran up my leg and into my stomach. I wasn’t going to go back though.. I raised my second leg, dropped it into the bath, along with my body.  I let out a screech from the pain I was going through; which I strangely liked.. I flung my head back and clenched my teeth as I slid the blade repetitively over my upper legs, carving the words worthless across them. Once I was done, and my body had gotten used to the heat of the water, I let out a laugh of relief. I looked down at what I had just carved and felt proud of the words, and the bloody water surrounding me. Though, I couldn’t admire it for long because seconds later I began feeling dizzy from the amount of blood loss and passed out.

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Harry’s P.O.V

I woke up with a feeling of disgust inside of me. Last night I showed a different side of myself to Cher and probably scared her off again.

I squinted from the light beaming from outside as someone drew back the curtains. ”Oi!” I weakly ‘shouted.’ ”Sorry, I’m just doing my job!” A maid trembled as she swayed out of the room. Awkward… I sat up, ruffled my hair about, wiped the crusts out of my eyes, and got myself ready for another day of being a popstar.

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I sat on a bar stool in the kitchen with everyone else whilst we waited for breakfast.

I pulled out my phone to avoid conversating with everyone and noticed 2 texts off of Autumn. Dreading it, I clicked on the pop up which sent me to the messages:-

Autumn-

6:57 Mornin’ Mr Jagger! What’re you up to today? I’m doing a shoot near your studios and was wondering if you want to meet up for lunch? We need to properly catch up babe!xx

7:10 Also, I bumped into your sister the other week :-) See where you got your good looks from………

Me:

7:15: I hope that wasn’t sarcasm misses! And I’ve got a very tight schedule… But, as it’s you I can probably squeeze you in ;) Where and when?.x

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  I look up and ahead of me to see Cher and…. Becka? What happened there? Fuck, I knew I’d been distant from Cher, but Becka? How did I miss that?! They looked as if they were having a pretty serious conversation. I could see pain in Cher’s eyes, and could faintly hear their sorrowful voices.. It seemed pretty legit.. Almost real.. Don’t fall for it Harry. They’re messing with you… Leave them too it. A voice in my head proclaimed; guiding me to believe it. For a split second, Cher glanced over at me while Becka was talking and made some awkward eye contact. Though, as soon our eyes met we both instantly looked everywhere else except from each other. I waited a few seconds till I knew Cher would be looking concentrating on Becka again; but when I looked she wasn’t there. Noticeably, I stood up and began prancing around the house looking for her. I crawled up the stairs in a gorilla-like manner, and fell as soon as I reached the top of the stairs. ”Harry?” Cher questioned me in a tone like she didn’t know it was me. ”Hi….” I awkwardly glanced up as far up as my eyes could go till I met her eyes. She began patting/wiping her under eyes, and blinking repetitively. ”Is something up with your eye?” I muttered. ”No…” Her voice croaked. Tears came streaming down her face making it obvious that something was up; and not just with her eyes. ”I need to tell you something.” She held in excess tears and put on a firm voice. I nodded anxiously, stood up and allowed her to guide me to her room. We sat opposite each other, cross legged in the middle of the bed. She cupped her head in her hands and let out those tears she had to hold in before. I acted like a man and tried to brace myself for whatever it was she wanted to tell me. Surely it couldn’t be too bad.. She sat up straight, grabbed hold of my hands and grasped onto them tight. ”Harry… I-I’m-” She froze. ”You're?” I tried to push her words out. ”I’m pregnant.” She whispered. 

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”There’s gonna be a day when no girls like you Harry; and Cher won’t be there for you.” I heard Niall shout, followed by a door slammed shut.

I knew it was none of my business, but I heard my name and had an instant interest to find out what had just happened. I pondered out of my room to see a very emotional looking Harry stood outside of his and the boys room.. ”You okay?” I stood behind him and patted him on the back. He flinched a bit out of shock that I had just crept up on him; but he played it cool and replied, ”I’m fine.” ”Sure about that?” I grinned. Though, he muted himself and didn’t answer. ”I dunno what just happened, but I heard you and Niall arguing….. What happened?” I started getting involved in the situation, to a point where I couldn’t get out of it. He told me what they were fighting about, but his words were trembly and didn’t make sense. ”Wait, what?” I asked confused. ”Basically, we were arguing over you. Well, it wasn’t really arguing. Just him saying how I don’t treat girls right, and that you won’t be there for me soon.”

Niall said that?

”I understand if you don’t believe me, it’s fine.” He distanced himself from me knowing that I’d pull him back. Which I did.

”No, I do believe you…” I raised an eyebrow as he said ‘I understand if you don’t believe me.’ Why wouldn’t I believe him?

”I just wish you’d stop messing around with the two of us. It’s either me or him, Cher. You can’t have both of us.” He yanked his hand out of mine and headed downstairs.. I wasn’t giving up that easily though, so I followed him. We got downstairs and headed to the kitchen, as that’s the most convenient place to go. ”Just fuck off Cher! I need some space!” He aggressively screamed; instantly making my pick between him and Niall clear. I held in my tears and nodded. As soon as I turned around I ran as fast as I could upstairs and into my room. I paced around it looking for something. I don’t know what, just anything. Then it appeared.. Under a pile of unused clothes, there was a cd player, with Taylor Swift’s album still inside of it. Rudely, I plugged it in and turned up the volume 66%. Surprisingly, no one heard me or the music! I had a secret love for Taylor; especially when it came to when I need good songs for getting over break up’s, or in a relationship and it’s not going so good.

Now playing ‘Forever & Always’ the animated voice spoke. I turned up the volume to 100% and burst out crying. It sounds cheesy and cliché, but that song describes my whole life at the moment. My eyes began to drift from the lack of tears to fill them. I switched off the CD player and decided to call it a night. I crawled into that familiar bed, scented with Harry’s ‘men perfume.’ I cried myself to sleep that night from the memories with Harry in this bed, and from his random items of clothing scattered around my room that I never really noticed before.

It’s true when people say the smallest things mean the most.

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Niall’s P.O.V

I’m sick of Harry messing with Cher’s head. She’s done fuck all wrong, so why is he acting like this? As soon as I went back into our room, I stormed over to Harry and came up face to face with him, intimidatingly. ”Oi, why’re you messing with Cher? She’s your girlfriend, don’t do something stupid that’s gonna hurt her.” I hissed at him. ”She’s my girlfriend, not yours. Stop being so obsessed with mine and Cher’s relationship and get your own.” He replied pushing me away from him by the shoulders. ”Then why did she want to kiss me?” I smugly asked him. ”Your pushing your luck now Niall.” He shook his head with dismay as he stood up, came chest to chest with me and looked down at me with a haunting glare. I wasn’t going to give up though and threw back a grim glare so I didn’t seem weak. ”Cmon’ lads, give it up.” Thankfully Liam stepped in and pulled us apart; though, we still exchanged evil glares at each other. ”Tell him to give it up. There’s gonna be a day when no girls like you Harry; and Cher won’t be there for you.” I jeered at him with a smug smile on my face. I was slightly enjoying this.. Getting back at Harry for hurting Cher, and just being an all round arse towards girls. Sometimes, I think he forgets that girls have feelings too and don’t just get with him for a one night stand. Yes, he’s 16, but he should know by now that girls aren’t supposed to be treated like shit.

Harry didn’t reply to me. Instead, he attempted to be the bigger person and left the room, nudging me as he swept past me, and slamming the door shut purposely.

I didn’t want to be arguing with him, but I couldn’t take him anymore. I needed to get my opinions out sometime soon before things got worse.

”What was that Niall?” Liam darted his concerned eyes at me and asked.

”He pissed me off.” I muttered.

”He pissed you off? A lot of people piss me off, but I don’t go sick at them for it. Don’t stoop to his level.” Liam opened his arms for a manly hug, but I rejected it. Instead, I went over to my bunk and fell straight asleep.

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Cher’s P.O.V

As soon as Louis left the room, tears uncontrollably streamed down my face. How could he do this to me? Yes, we’ve had some rough patches, but flirting with some girl is no excuse. Though, Lou might’ve been lying considering he can’t stand me.. I dunno, I’m so confused. I doubt he would do that. Yes, Louis can be snivey and manipulating, but I doubt he’d make up something that cruel.  I needed someone to talk to. Get it all out there… Niall.

I glided over to the door, opened the door and went over to the boys room.. ”Niall… Can I speak to you?” As soon as I saw him and made eye contact, I got the question out there. Instantly, he nodded his head and ran over to me. He gently put him arm over my shoulders and leaded me out of their room, closing the door firmly behind. I stared down at the ground and allowed a few tears to fall; if he saw it would’ve come across like I was seeking for attention. He lightly put his hand under my chin and pushed my head up so I was looking at him and asked, ”are you alright, Cher?” I scrunched the lower half of my face up and shook my head. Helplessly, I fell into his arms causing him to fall slightly, and burst out crying. ”I can’t take it anymore.” I croaked. He pushed me away, still with a firm grip on my shoulders and meaningfully replied, ”Cher, you’re the strongest girl I’ve ever met. If you can take on the half of britain hating you, I reckon you can take a bit of heart ache. If he hurts you in any shape or form then he’s not worth it.” Woah.  I probably should’ve said something good back but I was lost for words.. ”That’s really sweet of you Niall…” I blushed. ”If I wasn’t seeing Harry I’d kiss you right now….. But I am, so I won’t.” I sighed. He nodded understandably, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and whispered, ‘na’ night Cher.” Before I knew it, he had joined the boys again and it was already half 12.

That night I got no sleep; my mind wouldn’t rest. All I could think was ‘Harry or Niall, Harry or Niall.’ Fuck. It’s sad because Niall is actually interested in me and I’m letting him slip away. Soon he’ll have a girlfriend, Harry will have ditched me, and I’ll be an X Factor failure. Great. Why can’t my life run smoothly for once? Just once. It’s not like I ask for much in life anyway..