5 years too late [L.S]

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Harry

To sum up the show: absolute fucking magic!

And I'm not fucking with you, it was magical. The fans were crazier than ever, our voices somehow matched better than before, we as a band somehow fitted better together than five years ago. How that's possible you may ask? I have no clue. Apparently god decided to put all our problems away for the evening and letting us have the time of our life.

After 'what makes you beautiful' we went on with our biggest hits and followed the timeline. Only to interrupt it every few songs to sing one of our solos. I chose watermelon sugar, Niall sang slow hands, Liam chose strip that down, Zayn pillowtalk and Lou sang two of us. I am not ashamed to admit that the song two of us hit hard. Since I cried that night with Louis I have caught myself slipping a single tear from time to time, and this definitely was one of those.

We all joined in on Louis singing two of us and the crowed harmonized with us beautifully. It had to be one of the top ten moments ever with one direction. All of us emotional and missing someone special in our life.

Another emotional moment was singing our new song, especially the part about drinking and and loosing who I am. I saw a lot of fans cry to that song, it could be the fact that it was the last song of the night, or just the emotions the song provoked. I 100% saw Louis in tears after the song, not sure if it was of sadness or joy.

"Ahh man that was great" Niall screams as we ran of stage.

"It truly was, can't believe it" I say with one of the biggest smiles I have had in the last 5 years. And the others seem to notice when they all smile, big smiles, with teeth and everything, at me.

We are allowed a rest before meet and greets start, chilling in our rooms and enjoying the calm before the storm. Me and Louis actually spending the time together with our families. Gem and Lottie excited to reunite again. Mom and Louis' father having all the twins around them. And Louis and I, well... Louis and I were talking about what an amazing show that was. Just like old time. At one point we just stopped to look at our families, smiling at them fondly.

Although when I turned to him I noticed his smile was more of a sad one than a happy one. I quickly recognized the emotion as pain, pain of not having someone you love there with you. The kind of pain where you know something is missing. Or in this case a few someones.

As we are sitting in the sofa together, I put my arm around his shoulders and give him a light squeeze. At first he looks at me confused, still not used to me touching him, even tho that used to be second nature for me.

"They would be very proud" I say with a small smile, a mix of comfort, sadness and happiness. Suddenly he realizes why the touching.

He leans his head on my shoulder and whispers a "so would Rob" . My heart stops for a second at the mention of his name. I never really mourned him how I should. I should have at least shed a tear. I feel the emotions flooding through me at a dangerous speed. But it all stops when Louis puts a hand on my knee, slowly moving his thumb in a caring manner.

I just manage to slow my breathing and collecting myself when Paul shouts through the door that it's time for meet and greats.

We both give each other one last squeeze before standing up and making our way to the fans.

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My cheeks hurt after all the smiling. A lot of hugs, which I'm still not comfortable with, but it's not the same when it's a stranger and a friend. There isn't a bigger meaning behind it.

Although one fan hugged me so tight and whispered in my ear 'everything will be fine, I promise'. That made me hold onto her a few seconds longer, her words affecting more than she knows. Was I to obvious with how I felt? Did they really notice?

But after too long, we were finally done. Going to our families to say goodbye before making our way to a club or something. Anywhere with alcohol will do.

As we approach I catch a new head in the crowd of family and friends. A girl with dark brown hair, a leather jacket, and a pair of light blue, flared, jeans.

Elenor.

Suddenly she turnes around and sprints past me into Louis' arms. He stumbled back but managed to catch her. Hugging her back just as hard. What the fuck.

I see all the guys looking at her with wide eyes and I feel my blood boiling. Not only is she the reason for me loosing myself, but she also cheated on Louis with me. His Ex. Wtf.

"Oh Hi guys" she said all happy and laughing. Acting like any of us like her.

"Uhh.. hi?" Liam says, but it sound more like a question than a answer. I just continue to send daggers at her. If looks could kill...

"Who pissed in your breakfast styles" she asks all jokingly. But all of us freeze, knowing fully well who destroyed my fucking mood.

"You did. You and my fucking ex-boyfriend!" I said through my teeth. I pushed past them. Making sure to hit Louis shoulder hard, making him almost loose his footing.

I heard her say something in the lines of 'he needs to get over it' but I know for a fact that if I stayed there for a moment longer I would loose it.

I made it to my room, which was luckily empty, and picked up my bag, not giving a fuck that I probably broke the wall when the door hit it. As soon as I had everything I went out again and made my way to the door. My vision was literally red. I only saw red.

"Harry wait" Louis screamed after me.

"Please Harry stop"

"Hazza" At that I stopped and abruptly turned around.

"WHAT?!"

"Why are you mad at me"

"Are you fucking serous Louis? Are you fucking serious? You bring your girlfriend that you cheated on me with, that I later on fucked while you were together, acting all in love in front of me, and then asking why I'm pissed???"

He looked down on his shoes

"Why are you still together with her Louis? She broke both of us?" I asked on a lower note

"I just... I just couldn't throw away everything Harry... I couldn't go back to being alone"

"But you could throw everything we had in a heartbeat... leaving me alone for 5 years... seems about right" my tone wasn't a scary one, a screaming one or a sad one. It was kind of a numb, just stating the facts. But before he could open his mouth I was out of there, stopping a taxi and getting the hell away from there.