I LOVE IT WHEN WE PLAY 1950 (L.S)

Curley Chaos

LOUIS POV.

We are all in silence. I walk off the stage towards the chair on the floor, picking it up and setting it back to normal before taking my own seat again.

''Lou, that was genuinely amazing! I don't understand why you haven't shared your voice to the world! Its grown so much over the past five years, almost unrecognizable, and your accent comes through a lot more which I actually like, makes you more individual'' Julian states, I can see he genuinely means it and I'm grateful.

''Thanks Julian, I still went to my singing lessons every week like normal, didn't want to decrease as a singer'' I laugh and Zayn chuckles too.

''I'll go check on Harry, bring him back then we can carry on Julian'' Niall says before huffing and leaving the room.

''What has been up with him?'' Josh says.

''I don't know'' Liam answers honestly.

''He's been like that ever since the band split to be honest, I kept in touch with Harry and we still did writing sessions together when he came to LA but ever since Robyn died-''

''WAIT, Robyn died?'' I ask, blood ran from my face.

''Yeah, Lou he died of cancer in 2017'' Zayn muttered.

That was the same time as my mum passed.

I felt awful, I was so angry at Harry for so many things, stuff he did, stuff he missed because he cheated.

Yet I missed so much of his life too.

I feel like I hardly knew him.

That hurts.

Sadness overcame me. I felt awful.

The door made a sound and Niall, and Harry came back in.

I don't know what came over me, but I stood up, began walking over towards the two boys, past Niall.

I was standing in front of Harry, looking up at him, his eyes were red, probably from crying.

He looked very confused.

And then I did it.

I moved closer to him. Wrapping my arms tight around his waist, head against his neck, hugging him.

He felt different, he was taller, stockier, muscular.

Yet still the same 16-year-old boy I took under my wing a decade ago.

''I'm sorry about Robyn, I genuinely had no idea'' I whisper and squeeze harder.

Harry didn't move, his arms hanging in the air, not sure where to put them.

He tensed at my words though.

He bent down to my ear and whispered.

''Get the fuck off me'' Almost as a sneer, he had a fake smile plastered on his face so the boys wouldn't see him being rude, his words only audible for me to hear.

I obviously let go instantly and take a couple steps back.

He wasn't the Harry used to know.

I turned around and went back to the boys who were huddled with Julian talking about something band related. Still shocked by Harry's words.

''Harry could you come over and we can have a quick discussion about album plans, then I'll let you free to do your own thing'' Julian says, dismissing the fact Harry stormed out 20 minutes ago.