PART 4;;
"Mickie. Mickie. Mickie. Mickie." I could hear Louis say, I swatted away the hand that poked my cheek repeatedly and groaned. I heard snickers and defiantly opened my eyes. The clock read 10:30. I whipped the covers off of myself and flew to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on my way. Half an hour to get ready. That's the time it takes me to do my hair, which I threw up into a messy bun. I put on minimal make-up and checked the clock, 10:45. If we wanted to get through all the fans we had to leave now. The boys had all left my room except for Harry, who gently placed his lips on mine.
"You look beautiful, love." He said. I almost laughed.
"Good one." I picked up his red Jack Wills hoodie from the bed and slipped it over my head. Harry wound his hand in mine. When he wasn't looking I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the hoodie. God did he smell good. We arrived in the lobby and met the other boys, instead of going out the front, the bus waited for us behind the hotel. Only a few fans caught on and were waiting for One Direction by the bus.
They squeeled and jumped up to us,"Oh my god. You guys are pure brilliance." The red-headed one said.
"Well thank you," Niall replied and took the girls poster and signed it, as the picture was being passed through the boys, the tanned blonde came up to me.
"Hi!" I smiled at her and she smiled back, she must not hate me too much.
"Hey, I'm Sam." She introduced herself, I told her my name and shook her hand,"I know who you are, you're my idol. Is Harry a good kisser?" Sam asked me.
I blushed,"Very." She squeeled and went back to her friends. Harry grabbed my hand again and we loaded onto the tour bus. I found Samantha on twitter and followed her, Harry just laughed at me,"What? If someone told you that you're their idol, you would want to do something for them too."
"So, I'm a 'very' good kisser huh?" Harry asked cheekily.
Niall shouted,"BUSTED!" I pushed him and laughed. But, I didn't reply to Harry, instead I quickly pecked his lips and started a conversation with Louis as if nothing happened.
"You can take Niall and Zayn tonight, I'll take Harry, Liam, and Louis." Mercy ordered, handing me Niall's and Zayn's bins. I was about to object and say I'd take Harry, but what was I to say?-'Since Harry's my boyfriend I think I should dress him'- Mercy would have a fit. So I took her comands as my wish and went to Niall's dressing room. He almost spillled grape juice on his red polo shirt. Zayn did almost everything by himself, so I just sat on the couch and made a few minor adjustments. I could still have some time to visit Harry...
HARRY'S POV!;
Mercy stood uncomfortably close to me as she cuffed my sleeves. I didn't want to say anything and piss her off, so I just stared at the wall,"You know," She said,"you've always been my favorite." Oh god. She ran a finger down my chest and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Thanks, Mercy." Coldly, I turned my gaze back to the wall. I thought that would have turned her off, given her a message, but her lips met mine. I stood still like a stone, my eyes stayed open.
The door swung open,"WHAT THE HELL?" McKynleigh's eyes filled with pain and tears, my heart dropped to my stomach as she bolted from the doorway. I can't believe this. I could lose her. I can't lose her. I ran after her and slammed the door shut behind me. My heart pounded in my ears and my thoughts were clouded. I have to find her. I have to make her forgive me.
"MICKIE!" I shouted while running down the halls, I slowed my pace and made a right. From underneath the stairs I heard it, a whimper. I almost missed it, anybody else would have. I peered around the corner to find Mickie's knees pulled up to her chest, her face hidden in her hands. I stood there for a moment, her whole body shook with uncontrollable sobs. I can't believe I did this, not even me, god damn Mercy! I hate her. I'm going to kill her for making a girl as beautiful as this cry,"Mickie." I whispered and sat in front of her. She looked up at me, her eyes were bloodshot and paths of tears stained her face.
"What the fuck do you want?" She said, I could tell she tried to make her voice stern, but it still shook. She sounded weak, but she was anything except that.
"I didn't want that to happen. Please believe me, I don't love her, I don't like her. I hate her actually, I hate that she did this to you. I never knew she liked me. Please, please you have to believe me." I rambled, I can't lose her. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't.
McKYNLEIGH'S POV!;
"Please, please you have to believe me." He rambled, I looked up into his eyes and my heart broke a little more. I have no clue what to believe, I love Harry. I know I do. But what is going to happen with Mercy? Harry's eyes screamed at me with desperation.
"You," My voice was hoarse, I cleared my throat,"You don't like her?" I asked cautiously.
"I only love you. You are the only thing I need. I can't lose you like this. Please stay." He begged, I could tell by those god damn eyes he was telling the truth. I smiled sheepishly up at him. His lips curved up and he stood, holding out a hand to me, I took it and he pulled me up into a hug.
I locked my arms around his neck,"I love you." I whispered into his shirt. Harry picked me up and spun me around, I brought his lips to mine and every doubt I had about us was blown away by the fireworks going off in my head,"Now, you have a show to do." He put me down and slung his arm around my shoulder. I reached up and grabbed the hand he draped across me. We arrived at the side of the stage, Harry faced me and wiped away my remaining tears with the pads of his thumb.
"See ya in a bit." He said and quickly kissed my cheek before walking on stage. What Makes You Beautiful was coming to a close when a body gaurd came up to me.
"Follow me." He said in a heavy Italian accent, I hesitantly did as he was told. I found myself being led to the front row of the concert, the body gaurd hopped over the barrier in front of me as I stood with other teenage girls in the mosh pit. They all just stared at me but soon turned their attention back to One Direction. The music to WMYB morphed into the introduction for Moments. Liam started singing flawlessy, you could practically see Danielle in his thoughts. Harry's turn. He knelt down in front of me, I covered my mouth in shock as he started singing to me. Tears streamed down my face. Harry smiled down at me, I could see his eyes were a little foggy which only made me happier.
"I love you" I mouthed to him, he winked and walked to the other boys to follow the choreography. The song ended and I was escorted backstage once again. The song came to a close and Liam announced there would be a short intermission. I jumped into Harry's arms.
"I hope that makes up for moldy-Mercy." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I leaned back and took his face in my hands,"That made up for murder." I laughed and brought Harry's lips to mine until he was whisked away by the hair and make-up team. Harry, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis ran past me and onto the stage under flickering red and orange lights. I don't know how the boys aren't legally blind by now. Thousands of camera's were constantly flickering, illuminating the excited face of a lucky teenage girl. Not as lucky as me.
"He'll leave you for me you know. It's only a matter of time." I turned around to Mercy, she stood a mere three feet from me. Her arms crossed across her chest. She looked, intimidating.
"No he won't. Harry doesn't love you." I tried to say confidently, but I could tell she could see through my facade. I couldn't help but be insecure in her presence, she was beautiful. Her auburn hair flowed in tight curls down her back and her eyes were a piercing blue. She looked like a young Zoeey Deschanel.
She almost laughed,"I guess we'll wait and see." Mercy turned and started walking away but looked back at me over her shoulder,"Oh, and bitch? I don't think you should tell Harry of this. Wouldn't want to seem like the bipolar maniac who doesn't trust her boyfriend." Instead of pouncing on her and beating the shit out of her like I did in my mind, I just stood still. Is this really my life? Where postal sylists threaten to take my boyfriend?
Harry hopped in the limo beside me after the concert. I just stared straight forward, in a daze. I could hear Harry going on about something in the back of my mind but I couldn't bring myself to pay attention,"Mickie?" I snapped back to reality.
"Hm?" I hummed at him.
He was about to say something but switched his response at the last second,"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I leaned back into him and leaned my head in the nook of his shoulder. Harry started absent-mindingly playing with my hair and humming More Than This until we got to the hotel. I went up to my hotel room in silence,"Liam, can I talk to you for a second?" Harry gave me a questioning look, I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and followed Liam into my room.
Liam sat on the edge of my bed with his legs pulled up in a criss cross form,"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Mercy kissed Harry. I saw it and Harry and I made up, but that's not the point. The point is that Mercy threatened me after Moments and flat out told me she was going to try her best to take Harry." I pushed it all out in one breath and collapsed, exaughsted on the bed beside him.
"Damn. We'll fix this. Somehow, we can't get her fired though, Paul is the one who makes those decisions." Liam said, I could tell he was thinking.
"So, I just play dumb until we get a plan together?" I inquired. Liam nodded, we talked for a little bit more before he left to go back to his room. I screamed into my pillow out of pure frustration until my face went blue.