Harry: You've been with Harry for more than six months and while you find him tiring at times, it's the easiest relationship you've ever been in. In contrast with his outward appearance, he's surprisingly kind and compassionate. "Can we reschedule tonight?" the text on the screen of your iphone reads and you frown. You had been looking forward to the secret date Harry had planned and disappointment filled your chest with the realization that you wouldn't at least get to see him. "Sure, is everything alright?" you respond but you get nothing in return. You chalk it up to Harry being busy but a part of you knows it's more than just his busy schedule. Making the decision quickly, you grab your car keys and leave your apartment for the thirty-minute journey to the recording studio. The young female secretary is behind the desk and gives you the death glare, as she usually does when you visit the studio, but you ignore her while making your way towards the booth Harry had told you he'd be in for the week. The room is dark when you push the door open and you almost assume Harry is no longer here. "Harry?" you say gently, turning to leave but stop when you notice a lump on the couch. "Don't" he says groggily when you reach to flip the lights on. "Are you alright?" you question, ignoring him and light fills the room. He's dressed in all black, nothing unusual, but his hair is a complete disaster and his eyes are red and raw. "What happened?" you ask, dropping your purse to the floor to move closer to him but he jets off the couch towards the sound board to avoid your touch. "Remember that band I told you about? The one I've been trying to sign for a year?" he questioned you, messing with a few buttons while looking over his shoulder at you. "Yeah" you respond, taking a seat on the couch he'd vacated and he turned so he was facing you. His inked arms crossed across his chest, the neckline of his black top pulling to reveal more of the chest piece he'd been adding to and you're momentarily distracted by how sexy he looks. "Tommy, one of the other producers, signed them today. He just, went behind my back for months so he could steal them from underneath me! I've been working with them for so long and I really thought they would sign with me and then today... that smug bastard comes in here to gloat about signing them. I wanted to deck him so hard and I still can't believe I didn't hit him" he explains, nose flaring in anger and his fist clinch at his side. "I'm sorry Harry... I know how hard you worked to get them. You'll be better off without them, in the end" you try to soothe him, standing to make your way to him. "They're gonne be huge and I'll miss out on sharing it with them" he admits, gripping his curls with his fingers and you frown. "Stop that... listen, maybe they'll be huge and maybe they'll be a huge success but without you... they got nothing. You're amazing, you're the best producer out there and there are thousands of struggling artists trying to get you to notice them because you make them something. You make people hear them and appreciate their music. You care about every artist you've ever signed and if they chose some asshole over you, then screw them. I hope they fail" you exclaim, pulling his fingers from his hair before wrapping your arms around his waist. He relents against you, long arms seeking comfort from your body and you clock this as a win in "most awesome girlfriend of the year" category.
Liam: You've all but moved into Liam's spacious London flat. One afternoon, you're coming home to Liam's with a handful of groceries when you notice all the lights are on. There are papers scattered everywhere, furniture turned over and it's nothing like the home you've come to know. "Liam?" you call out cautiously, dropping the grocery bags to the floor to clutch your purse to your chest while pressing back against the front door should you need to run for your life. "Go away" you hear him call back and you abandon the fear in exchange for concern before you start maneuvering around the mess. "Don't you listen, go away... go home" Liam says, turning his back to you from the center of his destroyed bedroom and you frown. "Liam, what's wrong? What happened?" you rush, moving to step over the broken mirror and broken furniture but he stops you. "Stop, just stop moving. You'll hurt yourself" he tells you, swinging you up into his arms to carry you back to the front door. "Put me down, I'm not leaving... what's wrong with you?" you demand, pushing away from him only to stumble over the broken chair behind you and slam into the door. Your head smacks hard against the door and you crumble to the floor, vision blurring as Liam reaches out for you. "Do you remember Chase?" he questions, knelt in front of you as he checks the back of your head. "Yeah... the kid from the band you've been helping with" you answer hoarsely, wincing when Liam prods the knot on the back of your head and he nods. "I've kind of taken him under my wing. He doesn't have a dad and doesn't have a male figure to look up to so I try to make sure he's alright. He's... like my little brother" he explains and even without the possible concussion you've sustained, you're confused as to why Liam's so upset. "He was killed earlier. He was riding his bike to the music store to hang out until his mom got home and he was hit by a car. He didn't even make it to the hospital" Liam chokes out, tears filling his eyes and you're heart breaks for him. "I told him I'd protect him and he's dead... he died" Liam cries, falling forward on his knees and despite the pain in your head, you reach your arms around him in comfort as he cries. You say nothing because you know words won't heal his pain but you hope your soothing touches ease the hurt.
