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(A/N) June 5, 2018
Harry's POV
"How we feeling tonight, Dallas?" I ask the audience into the mic, earning a roar of cheers.
"This one's called medicine, hope you like it," I speak. The audience falls quiet, waiting to hear the unveiling of the song.
I haven't sung it live yet, I figured Dallas would be the most appropriate place to play it for the first time.
The lights in the arena go dark before quickly flicking to red. Mitch starts the guitar and I feel my heartbeat accelerate in my chest.
"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine. Treat you like a gentleman. Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline, I think I'm gonna stick with you."
Unsurprisingly, the face of the person I wrote this about makes its way into my head, clouding my thoughts. I take a deep breath before I continue, trying to shake his hold he still has on me after all this time.
"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine. Rest it on your fingertips. Up to your mouth, feeling it out, Feeling it out. I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted. And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted."
The beat drops and I'm totally immersed in my performance. Losing myself in the song, I sing with my entire chest.
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"If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive. You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it. We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh. La la la la la You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh. Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes Tingle running through my bones. The boys and the girls are in, I mess around with him, And I'm okay with it. I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it. And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you ride it. If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive. You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it. We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh La la la la la. You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh. I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted. If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive. You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it. We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh. La la la la la You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh,"
The girls love it. No one sang along because it's new, but I got screams in affirmation that they enjoyed it.
Louis' POV
"Nothing wakes you up, like waking up alone," I sing into the mic in the recording studio, closing out my song.
"Beautiful, Louis. Excellent," Geoff, my producer compliments me.
"Thanks mate," I smile, giving him a nod in appreciation.
"Anything else you wanna lay down before we head out?" He questions, clicking away on his computer.
"Nah, That's the only one I'm certain about. Taking my time with this one, wanna get it perfect," I explain, earning a nod in agreement from him.
"Well, this one is definitely there," He reassures me, shutting off the recording equipment.
"Thanks, I'll see you later man," I hold my fist out for him to bump before heading out to my car.
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As soon as I'm in my vehicle I pull a cigarette up and light it up, taking a drag as I merge onto the highway.
I hold the cig in my mouth while I turn on the radio.
"Up next we have Harry Styles with Sign of the Times," The radio host announces, and I immediately change the channel to some hip-hop station.
I've fucked a couple girls since him and I broke up. I tried to have a couple steady relationships, but none of them lasted. I haven't found anyone (besides him) that I want to give my heart to, much less spend the rest of my life with for that matter. I'm not ready to commit to anyone else, and I'm not sure I'll ever be to be honest.
And that fucking scares me.
I reach back out for the radio and change the station back to what it was on.
"We don't talk enough We should open up Before it's all too much Will we ever learn? We've been here before It's just what we know Stop your crying, baby It's a sign of the times We gotta get away We got to get away,"
The lyrics are familiar, I've heard this one before.
I remember when he was writing it, how he was laying on his stomach on the floor, feet in the air. His hair was pushed back, a few curls falling in his face. His green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and his beautiful bird tattoos peaked through his white tee.
"We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to, we got to, away We got to, we got to, away We got to, we got to, away"
The song concludes and my cheeks are wet. I don't even remember crying, must be the involuntary response to hearing his angelic voice, knowing I'll never have him again.
I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, searching for Carter's name. After a brief moment of scrolling while trying to drive without crashing, I dial his number on speakerphone.
"Louis! What's good mate?" Carter's voice rings through my speaker.
"Not much mate, that's why I called. What can I get as soon as possible?"
"Damn, you sound down. I've got it all, man. Why don't you stop on by? Got a couple of whores over, maybe one of 'em can show you a good time yeah?" He responds, tone pleading.
"I'll be there in twenty," I say before saying a brief good bye and driving over to his flat.
(A/N if you forget who Carter is, revisit chapter 13 💀
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