***Louis Tomlinson***
Friday, May 11th, 2012 – North London, England

Harry’s ankle had been healing nicely since we’d gotten back from New Zealand, and he was off crutches and just down to a walking boot. He seemed to be doing better – there hadn’t been any cutting incidents and our sex life was wonderful. Every day I fell more and more in love with that boy, and every day I wished I could tell him exactly how I felt. Hopefully he knew by the way I acted around him.

The guys and their girlfriends all came over one night for a movie night – Niall had just started seeing a girl who lived down the street from him, Kylie, and Liam and Zayn were still with Danielle and Perrie. Danielle was a backup dancer for us, but we had a different group of backups that would be going on the North American tour with us so she’d be staying back here in London. As we watched the movie, all eight of us cuddling with our partners, I began to feel more and more content with my life. I looked at Harry and smiled.

“What?” he asked, curious. I shook my head and shrugged.

“Nothing,” I replied. “I just love you.” He smiled, satisfied, then turned back to the movie. All of a sudden, Danielle burst into tears, jumped to her feet, and ran to the nearest bathroom – we could see the closed door from where we were sitting. We all looked at Liam – we’d been watching a comedy.

“Is she okay?” Zayn asked Liam, who looked just as confused as the rest of us.

“I – I don’t know,” he said, glancing at Perrie, who shrugged. Liam stood up and walked over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Babe?” he asked gently. We were all watching him – this was much more exciting than the movie. We could hear Danielle bawling on the other side of the door. “Honey, please, let me in,” Liam said, his voice now worried. We heard the door unlock, but instead of Danielle letting Liam in, she stepped out and looked at him.

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Liam asked.

“We’ll never be like them!” she motioned towards Harry and I. “We can’t be together anymore, Liam,” she said. His face fell. “I’m sorry.”

“Wha – ?” Liam started, but she pushed past him and ran out the front door. He ran after her, and the rest of us all looked at each other, confused.

“Did you know that was going to happen?” Zayn asked Perrie, who was friends with Danielle. Perrie just shook her head, as stunned as the rest of us. I jumped up and walked over to the window to see if I could make out what was going on, but I didn’t see where Liam and Danielle had gone, so I went back to my spot next to Harry. We all tried to watch the movie, but we were distracted, glancing at the door every so often to see if they were coming back in. After ten minutes, Zayn spoke up.

“Should one of us go check on them?” he asked. But just as he said that, the door opened, and a very upset Liam sulked back in. We all jumped up.

“What happened?” Niall asked.

“Where’s Danielle?” Perrie asked.

“She left,” Liam said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I gotta go find her,” Perrie told Zayn, then kissed him goodbye. Poor Kylie, who was probably feeling very uncomfortable at that moment, looked at Niall.

“I should go, too,” she said. “Thanks for everything.” Zayn and Niall went to walk the girls to their cars, and Harry and I walked Liam over to the couch, where he sat down, rubbing his eyes.

“What happened?” I asked him, as I sat down next to him and Harry rested on the arm of the couch, both of us with a hand on Liam’s shoulder. Niall and Zayn came back inside and sat down on the coffee table facing Liam. Zayn put his hand on Liam’s knee.

“What’s going on?” Zayn asked, Liam having a hard time speaking. I could feel him shaking underneath my hand.

“It’s over,” he finally spoke. “She dumped me.” His face and voice were equal amounts of distraught.

“Why?” Niall prompted.

“She said – she said she can’t handle being away from me all the time. She – she feels like she’s missing out on life!” he put his face over his hands and I put my arm around his shoulder.

“Did you invite her to come on the tour with us?” Zayn asked. Liam nodded.

“I tried everything to get her to change her mind, but she – she’s done. It’s over.” The guys all came and gathered around Liam, and we all just held him and let him cry. My heart broke for him – I couldn’t even imagine how I’d feel if Harry left me. I shuddered just thinking about it. “I thought she was the one! How did I mess this up so bad? I don’t understand!” he kept going. “This just – this came out of nowhere, we were fine, and now – and now she asked me not to contact her! What do I do?”

“Give it time,” Zayn, the voice of rationality, said. “Let her have her space. She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

“Liam,” Harry said. “You’re always there for us, now it’s our turn to be here for you. We’re gonna get you through this.” Liam took a long, shaky breath and then nodded, finally looking up.

“Thanks, guys,” he sniffled.

“Look, we still have a bunch of alcohol leftover from Harry’s birthday party forever ago, why don’t we bust that out and get wicked drunk tonight?” I suggested.

“Yes, please,” Liam nodded. We spent the rest of the evening drinking, and I don’t remember much except having to confiscate Liam’s phone so he didn’t call Danielle.

The next morning, I woke up on the living room floor, Harry fast asleep next to me with his arm draped lazily around my stomach. I smiled, ignoring the hangover that was pounding in my head.

“Harry,” I whispered, kissing him on the nose. “Oh, Harry,” I sang when he didn’t budge. He groaned. “Harry, I’m hungry,” I whined.

“What are you, five?” he mumbled, his eyes still closed. I smiled.

“Please make me breakfast? Please please please please?” I begged, tugging on his shirt as if I really were five.

“Make it yourself,” Harry grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin at how cute he was when he was grumpy.

“But you do it so much better,” I continued in my whiny voice, poking his sides gently.

“Go away,” he said.

“You don’t mean that,” I said, giving him a pout, which was pointless because he still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“Can it, you two,” Zayn said from the couch, clearly annoyed, which just made me smile more. Then Zayn rolled over to his other side so his back was to us and muttered something along the lines of “sound like a married couple”.

“You owe him breakfast now,” I told Harry, simply.

“Arrrghh!” Harry groaned, and took his hand and placed it on my face to shut me up. I licked his hand. “Louis!” he yelled, pulling his hand away, and then finally he opened his eyes. I smiled big.

“Hi!” I exclaimed.

Notes

Again, jumping ahead.