5 years too late [L.S]

16.

Harry

"Common, once again. Louis stop running around the stage! Harry get away from Mitch, it was your turn to sing! And Niall for gods sake stand up at least!"

"I can't stand up, my feet hurt, we have been rehearsing for hours" Niall complains, over dramatically wiping sweat from his forehead. Paul shakes his head with a small smile before letting us have a break. Suddenly all of us are happy and energetic again. Drinking our water and talking about the songs.

"I love that we are performing Stockholm syndrome, it's one of my favorite songs" Liam says

"Oh no" Louis chips in "it's a great song, but you can't beat little black dress"

"What's your favorite Harry" zayn asks

"Hmm... don't know, if I could fly maybe, used to sing that song on tour, or what makes you beautiful"

I hear Niall, Liam and zayn groan, "haven't you grown tiered of it?" He continues.

"Well not really, it had both sentimental value, and fans always have the most energy when we perform it, a little nostalgic" Louis is smiling at me, knowing why it's sentimental to me

"I agree, love that song" he says smirking. I'm kind of new to this whole 'friends' thing. So I can't decide in my head if I should turn to him and smile, answer him vocally, or just ignore him. The last part isn't very friendly, but it's a way of avoiding the dilemma between the first two. So that's what I do.

Turn away and say " well we should get back... I think these last songs will go faster, it's the new song and our solo songs"

"Didn't Paul tell you, we aren't rehearsing our solo songs, they believe that we know them good enough, and have better songs to waste our time on, so we only have to tell the band a couple days before the show which song we are performing and that's it"

"Oh right, yeah, well then let's get done with today so we can go home" I answer Liam. And we all make our way back to the stage. Trying to match out voices. To sound at least somewhat good after five years of personal development on all five fronts.

"Okey... and 5, 6, 7, 8,"

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I make my way to the driver seat of my car, Niall calling shot gun, and the three other boys squeezing in the back.

"Harry can we please stop at McDonald's?"

"We have food at home Niall"

"Pretty pleaseeee"

"Ughhh... sure, stop it with the puppy eyes, you are a grown man Nialler"

"Never, they always work"

I take a turn to the McDonalds and go to the drive through, not wanting to much attention.

"What is everyone having" Everyone shouts their order, but nothing came from Louis.

"How about you Louis"

"Uhh it's fine... I'm not hungry"

"Nonsense" I turn to add another order, knowing his by heart, " add another Big Mac meal, and a chocolate milkshake"

"Is that all"

"Yes"

"You can drive to the next opening"

I pay for it all, to other boys aren't even trying to pay, but I guess that now when we all are millionaires, a McDonald meal is nothing.

While waiting for the food Louis speaks up "I said I'm not hungry Harry"