XIII

Life was hell.

After that awful day, life became hell in the worst and most literal way.

Harry hated me.

And he made sure to make me know it.

Every single chance he got.

He stopped talking to me as soon as we got to Glasgow, and he didn't talk to me the whole two days we were there. I took advantage of the fact that James was there to ignore him too, but it was difficult when I had to interview him almost every day, and he would just ignore me or answer with monosyllables. Because it hurt. A lot.

It was worst than finding the pet you loved dead by poison or something like that.

Everyone noticed something was wrong, but I avoided every single one of their approaches to the subject.

What could I say without sounding like a bitch or stupid? That I laughed at his face when he was sort of confessing? That I think I loved him, and still I rejected him? That all I could think at that moment was all of what I was going to lose?

So I kept my mouth shut, acting too perky, too happy, too loud and too noisy so no one would notice just how deep it hurt. But I couldn't sing anymore. In my life, singing was something like breathing. I didn't care if I sang well, in tune, or plain bad. I needed to sing... anything. But now I couldn't. I just… couldn't.

Harry made my life impossible as much as he could. Ignoring me, pushing me if we had to walk side by side, making nasty comments and stealthily insulting me. I was tempted to hit him more than once, and the same amount of tempting occasions to kiss him. Of course, I didn't just stand there taking his advances. I insulted him just as hard, I pushed him back, I pretend he didn't exist. But that ended up being counterproductive.

I tried to keep it to myself, but everything changed when Maggie cornered me one day during a show. She took the opportunity when I had stayed to cover for one of the girl on wardrobe that had a date with her soon to be husband, and she realized that, of course, that was the best place to attack me. Maggie sat next to me while I was fixing a belt –Danny's belt again, he had a thing with belts… or maybe it was Maggie?- and she just stared at me.

I tried to ignore her, but after fifteen minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and I blurted out everything. Everything about Harry, about James, about Jared and about my ex boyfriends. Everything about my feelings, about Harry's confession and about my confusion. Everything. But the time I ended, another fifteen minutes had gone by, and I was crying on Maggie's shoulder.

And that was when the door opened.

"Lula, we have an emerg-…!!" Danny started loudly smiling. I moved away of Maggie too fast to be normal and cleaned my face, but the boys –Danny and Dougie at least- acted as if they didn't notice. "An emergency! Tom's doing his solo and Harry's pants are falling off more than necessary." Danny continued, blocking my sight from Harry's while I freshened up a little. I smiled at him as Maggie pated my back.

"Oh, mate! They left my bass outdoors!" Dougie said and stormed out of the room. Danny and Maggie founded a different excuse, but just as stupid, and then I was alone with Harry. I sighed, and grabbed the little sewing basket. Harry closed the door behind him and stood in the middle of the room, without even glancing at me.

I sighed.

If that was how he was going to do it, then great.

He didn't even move to show where it was, so I had to moved his shirt up and located the broken button. I started to sewed it, but, maliciously enough, I sewed the jeans and his pants together. It was hard to contain my smirk as I did so, but I did have to contain myself of picturing at the moment he realized that because I wouldn't be able to control my laughter any longer.

Harry moved away too fast when I was finished –or seconds before I was finish, actually- which resulted in me pinching him with the needle. I couldn't help but laughed.

"Stupid!" He exclaimed, grabbing my arm too forcefully, taking me up from the floor to his eye level. I stood up and glared at him.

"You did that yourself! I didn't pinched you, asshole." I retorted. Harry's eyes flamed up with hate and he tossed me about too harshly. "That hurts!"

"You deserve it!" He said coldly. I stopped moving and glared at him. "You're a whore. And you're not even a good whore."

And then, I slapped him.

Hard.

Harry looked surprised when I did that, but when he reacted, he slammed me to the wall, making me hit my head hard against it. So when he launched to me, I hit him again. But… Somehow, my arms ended up on his neck, pushing him closer, as his lips devoured mine.

Soon enough, I regained control, and slapped him.

Again.

Oh, I was slowly digging my own grave.

"I may be a whore, but you're not that good, Judd. And believe me, you're not big." I stated, walking off of the wardrobe room.

I was shaking,

I passed Dougie, Danny and Maggie, but I completely ignored them and went straight to the bus. I grabbed my laptop, and started to write everything I could think, being particularly mean to Harry's persona. He wasn't my favorite guy right there and I used all my wit and intellect to write something mean and nasty without really sounding like it. I took particular interest in describing some completely ridiculous and invented declarations of a bad treated ex girlfriend and some rumors about his sexuality.

Hell, if he wanted to be childish and immature, I could be just the same. And god knew I was Miss Revenge.

When I was done with it, I re-read it, amazed with myself. It was a piece of complete hatred and icy-cold evilness.

I seriously contemplated just keeping it to myself, but when I saw my arm where he had grabbed me, where four long red marks were starting to turned purplish and greenish, I decided against it.

I sent it to a celebrity's blog out of pure maliciousness, and sat to watch the world burn…

Alright, that's too dramatic.

I just sat there sadistically enjoying the number of increasing views the page was getting second after second. Oh, I was amazing and my trump card was fantastic. I was chuffed.

I was real proud of myself as I read the comments about supposed rumors of Harry's love life. Someone said they had seen him too lovey-dovey with a boy, other one said he had broke a guy's sister's heart. And the list went on.

So engrossed in that, I didn't even notice time passing by, and when I looked up from my computer it was already dark and the show had ended. It was our last day in Edinburgh, and we were supposed to sleep on the bus as we went to the airport to take a plain to Perth. Just some more hours to bear with Harry the Wanker and I then would be free.

Mike and Jack came inside some minutes after we departed, saying hi to me, and going straight to their little beds. A too tiring day it was. A while later, the bus started, so I assumed Harry was in too. I decided to stay upstairs for as long as I could, not wanting to face him, but when I decided I was being a pillock and I walked down again, he wasn't there. Instead of finding Harry, I saw Maggie and Danny.

Oh, bugger!

"Hum… Hi, guys. I'm… just going to sleep." I faked a yawn. "Good ni-"

"No way, missy." Danny said, snickering to himself.

"You're going to sit here and tell us what's this whole… stupid fight is about." Maggie ordered.

"You slap Harry, right? And not once. He had his face red the rest of the show and even when we went to drink some water." It didn't sounded like he finding particularly bad, but as if he was saying wickedly cool, girl!!.

I sighed. "I don´t have the slightest idea what you're talking about. Good ni-"

Again, Maggie interrupted me. "Please. Just spill. We have at least a month of tour and if you two kept like this, eventually someone will get hurt."

"Maggie." I whined and she smirked. Of course, she knew what was really happening, at least the best part.

"Yeah, I know. But I don´t get what happened today. I do have some theories, though."

"You know?!" Danny complained.

Maggie laughed sheepishly. "Of course, babe. She's my friend. I know. Can I tell him?"

"Oh, what the hell. For all I care, I could even give him the dirtiest details of my sex life." I sighed defeated.

Maggie didn't wait much to do as she was told, and told Danny everything I had told her about my dilemma. It was almost too funny to see his face contorted with every new revelation. When she finished, he was gasping.

"So… But!... And then… Girl, you're something else." He finally grinned. "Lucky tart."

"Hey!" I laughed at his choice of words. I couldn't help it.

"So, all this has an easy solution."

Maggie was as surprised as me with this statement, and we wondered about it at the same time. Danny grinned happily wit himself.

"Well, you see. You have to become a lesbian. That way you would not only not have to choose, but you would be also satisfying the fantasy of every man."

"Pervert!" The pretty brunette snorted, smacking her husband's arm.

"That would hardly solve anything. If something, it would only help to make things worst. I would fall for a girl and then things would get even more complicated." I sighed dramatically.

Danny laughed, and Maggie smiled softly. It was amazing seeing those two together, because it was more than clear they loved each other. They complemented each other, like a soul mate would. It was cute and lovely in a good way.

They heard me complained for hours about all that was happening, from Harry's attitude to my attitude, to James, to touring to everything. They were great, hearing me all along and advising me when they thought something would help me.

All my problems seemed stupid and shallow when I put them in words. The only problem was, actually, thinking about who I really liked. Was it James? Harry? Someone else? I couldn't be sure, because I wasn't a girl who decided.

Not at all.

I had spent all my life without having to choose. If I like a boy when I was dating another, I would still flirt with him if the opportunity came. If I wanted ice-cream, I would ask for as many flavors I could. If I loved Barbie and her boutique and Barbie Medieval, then my mother would get me both. I couldn't even choose between careers or calling a boy or not. I was messed up. Seriously.

But sooner or later I was bounded to get a solution, right? Even if it came in the form of a bird.

So, anyway, as I explained just how exactly I was unable to choose, Maggie grinned happily, reading between lines. She was sure things would get better one way or the other, and that I was going to be fine. I wasn't one to really believe it, so I didn't.

When we went to sleep, it was already two in the morning, and I felt like someone knew, like the old me that could randomly blurt into song. I was Tall again, enjoying my day. So, we tried to sleep, but we didn't get to sleep much, because five hours later, Mike woke us up once we reached the airport.

The bur drivers helped us get our luggage in the airport, and then I waved goodbye to them. I sighed. I had in front of me an hour inside a plane, with someone who hated me and, with my luck, a crying baby. Thank god Maggie was coming with us, because I didn't think I could survive it on my own.

We didn't take long to board and take our places. Maggie sat with me, falling asleep just as her head hit the back of the seat. Danny and Tom were right in front of us, Mike and Fletch in front of them, and Dougie and Harry at our side. I had the seat of the window, and I surreptitiously observed Harry on his computer. I was wondering how the hell things had changed so much. But he was acting like a real cretin now and I wasn't going to try and reach him over. Not at least until I got a little revenge for his childish behavior and all the pain it caused.

And suddenly…

I heard the lovely sound of a bloody surprised Harry.

"Bugger!" He exclaimed. I took the advantage of my ipod earphones to pretend I wasn't really listening, but the ipod was off. I was almost positive he had just found out about my little story.

Hell, I'm a vindictive bitch!

I heard Dougie complaining about Harry's sudden yell, and soon after, his explanation with a lot of colorful words. It was my little story, and it had made him more than angry.

I was seriously enjoying myself, with a soft smile on my face, pretending to be deep in thoughts looking through the window. Until I couldn't take it and when I heard a loud colorful swear from Harry, I giggled out loud. The boys turned to look at me, and I, with my sweetest innocent smile, took off my earphones.

"Did you ever listen to Avenue Q? It's hilarious!" I said grinning, and I started to sing songs of that play in a soft voice.

I smiled the rest of the trip, I grinned happily as we took our luggage and went on a limousine to our first hotel and even as I collapsed on my bed to a well deserved sleep. The whole afternoon I was on my room, sleeping. I could hear the boys in a room near mine talking about damages control; I would probably be needed to fix the interviews and do one myself. Not that I cared deeply, because now… we were even.

Or that's what I thought before turning around to find his flaming eyes.

So, next chapter may take a while because I.... I have a huge writer's block. Harry's not acting as he should and Tallulah is as OOC as ever. Bad characters... Why they don´t behave like they're supposed so? I'm trying to add some James for all of you who loves him -you two know exactly who you are XD-, but it all depend on him.

And on a different set of news....... I'm going to literally put five colors in my head! Because I'm cool like that and it's my birthday and I can XD.

That's all for now.

Love!

XOXO

Odd.

PZ: Yeay!!! M. FF is working properly now! I'm delight XD