Two Roads ≫ l.s

EPILOGUE

a/n: HELLO HI ITS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I DID ANYTHING IM SO SORRY i've been writing this on and off for ageS pls icant believe its done praise the lord and his miracles

anyway yea here goes

They finally have a few days off tour, but Harry figures he would probably rather die than spend the tiniest fraction of them with any of his fellow members. These last few months have been insane, to give the greatest of understatements.

Forming a band after graduation, for a START. Progressing from a dirty, noisy garage in the back of Michael's uncle's house, to performing in late night bars and small shows, to this. Being SIGNED. Actual touring; putting the contrast of trailing to Starbucks a few times in the space of four days, to travelling from London, to Manchester, to Glasgow, then to Dublin.In the same amount of time. He's seen more cities in the space of a week than he previously had in his whole life. It's insane. Everything's just insane.

He's probably talked to more people in the space of a week than he has in his entire life, too, to come to think of it. The likings of meeting up with his cosy circle of Zayn , Perrie and Sophie , had now somehow expanded into speeding through Drive-Thrus at 3am and losing count of the amount of food fights that have commenced in the HOTEL ROOM using the products of their complementary mini-fridges with the likings of Michael, Ashton, and Calum. His best friends, and fellow band members of two years. He never, ever, ever in a million lightyears, thought of his future shaping up like this. Never.

Of course, he's still in contact with Zayn and the group. He doesn't know what he'd do if he wasn't. He's proud of him; his best friend of nine years. His rock. And now, an aspiring film director, working CLOSELY with some kinds of high-profile media producers Harry can't remember the names of. All he knows is that he probably isn't far off a glittering career in Hollywood waiting for him at the end of Sunset Boulevard. Their little secondary school joke was coming to life.

With being busy with Art college and with a portfolio six times the size of Harry's song writing book, he doesn't often get to see Perrie as much as he'd like to, although with Sophie living so near, he's never too far from an update from her; whether it's a fond chuckle at a sneaky Snapchat selfie from her behind the desk in Topshop HQ, or a wistful sigh at her texts about how much she was missing them on ACCOUNT of the fact she's living halfway up the country. She's doing well, too

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As for Sophie, well. He's surprised she isn't touring with them, to be honest. Her fate has followed similarly to Harry's in terms of music-related careers; flitting from concert-to-concert, meeting and conversing with band member after band member had somehow developed into being offered a provisional place in none other than 5 Seconds of summer after announcing they were in need of a new lead guitarist. Harry had never had the privilege of being introduced to Sophie's true talent when it comes to guitar-playing until only a few months ago, when he and the band decided to surprise them at a concert on their free night off.

Their young lives are ALREADY full of such success, undoubtedly accompanied by more potential waiting amidst the brightly lit years down the line. They're living in the light at the end of their tunnels of teenage lives, and it's blinding. For Harry, maybe a little too blinding.

Days, months, even years have rushed past as quickly as opportunities without a single chance for hesitation, and Harry can't keep up. He lived for years under the impression life was too dull for him; too slow, too uneventful. He always kidded himself that all he needed was a bit of action; a bit of light in his life to lift his spirits and chase the crawling demons inhabiting the depths of his mind away.

But the light he had in his life had burnt out many years ago, consequently burning a hole in Harry's life, heart, and soul in the process.

There isn't, hadn't been, and never will be a single minute of Harry's life spent without Louis on his mind.