8. in payne

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POV LIAM

I called tommo and told him to come to my place around 5... It's been a few weeks so I'm excited to see him... and before I know it he's here hugging me. 

We chat for a bit, waiting for Niall to reach. I ask him how he's doing, he's the same. Stuck in the past, filled with regret. I'm tired of telling him the same things again. He's tired too, but I can't just give up on him. 

" Have you talked to harry recently " he asks looking down. 

" yeah. " I say keeping my answers short. 

Talk to him every week, he's the same too. Sad, angry and tired.

" and? " he pushes. 

" honestly, not great mate. He's exhausted. He's still stuck " I answer honestly. 

" but -" he starts.

" he's fading " I interrupt him.

" I've been talking to him actually " He says. 

" what mate? really? when ? " I say, happily. He looks down again. 

" through a secret account I created on instagram. " He says really fast and I face-palm. 

" really? really? mate this is going to end up in a mess " I say. 

" I didn't mean for it to happen ! " He says defensively. 

I take a second to pause and think. 

I don't think they realized how much their relationship affected the band. They were the best of friends. Always balancing each other. They were the cutest couple, really annoying though. 

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" goodmorning love birds " I say flipping the eggs on the pan

" Good Morning liam " louis reponds.

" Morning " Harry says. 

They start talking to each other and blushing. It's disgusting and well maybe a little bit cute. I turn back to plate the egg and they're tickling each other and laughing. I watch for a second, until it turns into making out. 

" eww cut it out " I cringe.

" what a beautiful morning sight " I hear niall say. 

" you're such a weirdo " zayn says and they both laugh. 

I plate the eggs. 

" Eat. The breakfast, not each other " I say, making everyone laugh. 


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I can't help but smile. I miss them. I miss the band. I miss when everything was fine, well most of it. I miss when we would catch them making out. I miss seeing them happy.


then I hear the doorbell ring ....

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