We Had the Right Kind of Love // L.S.

Chapter 10. Separated

"Watch, watch, right there look!" Liam exclaims excitedly, pointing at the screen where a shaky video was taken by his mom. It's their first performance as a band and while Liam gushed about the stage and the atmosphere and all that, Harry is busy tying our shoelaces together.

"And then the announcer called One Direction on the main microphone and we went on, it was so awesome!"

"Sounded sick man," Zayn says, patting Liam on the back. "Let us know when the next performance is, and we'll come and cheer you on."

"They're called gigs," Liam informs him, but Zayn shrugs all the same.

"I think it's cool too!" Niall pipes up through his usual mouthful of food. Today it looks like an apple and I scoot away in case any apple-spit goes flying while he speaks. "Could you learn how to play the Harry Potter theme song on the piano for me?" he clasps his sticky fingers together, begging, "That would be so so cool!"

Liam blushes under all the attention, "Sure and if you hold still for long enough, I could even try and teach you."

"Good luck with that," Zayn laughs, "You couldn't get Niall to sit still for two minutes even if you beg him with a whole meal of In 'N Out."

"'S not true!" Niall says, "I would learn how to play the piano if I got In 'N Out afterward."

"What do you think you two?" Liam asks and I jerk my head up from where I'd been watching Harry's long fingers and they knotted out laces together twice.

"I think I'll have to see it to believe it," I say and Harry nods in agreement.

"We'll put it to the test tomorrow morning," he says, "Maybe for lunch. We'll go get take-out and then Liam you can try and teach him."

The rest of them latch onto this idea, Liam googling how to play the song, Zayn looking doubtful, Niall grinning ear to ear and bragging to an eager-looking Harry how well he's gonna do. It's two weeks before our first day of eighth grade and we had convinced our parents that an end-of-summer sleepover extravaganza was quite necessary. Maybe we'd make this an annual occasion.

"Snacks?" Karen asks from the doorway. In her hand are two bags of chips and in the other, a couple pouches of candy Liam must have picked out before we all came over.

"Starbursts!" Zayn shouts, running over to collect the goods, Niall close at his heels.

"Save me the red ones!" Harry says, jumping up then promptly falling flat on his face.

"Oh my god, Harry ate shit!" Liam laughs as Harry pulls himself up, looking at our shoelaces.

I reach out a hand to help him up, keeping my feet close to his as to not repeat the fall, "Looks like brains are as curly as your hair," I joke, bending down to untie them.

"I thought it would be fun," Harry mutters, rubbing his elbow. "Like those cool three-legged race thingies."

After our shoes had been untied, the candy spread out on the coffee table and the lights had been dimmed, Liam put on the new Spiderman movie and we all snuggled down under the pile of blankets Liam had hulled down from upstairs.

"Is it scary?" I whisper into Harry's ear. He'd gone and watched it with Gemma a couple weekends ago while I had yet to see it.

"It's not, just a bit violent at the end. You'll be fine," Harry answers, knowing what would freak me out and what I could handle. I loved that I had someone who just knew those things about me. It made me feel so safe;

We're all usually silent throughout the whole first part of the movie and the smacking of lips as we munch on chips and candy-filled Liam's dark living room. It was a good movie; I've got to admit, and I found myself gazing at both Tom and Zendaya a bit more than I'd care to admit to anyone. Both were just so incredibly attractive and made the tips of my ears heat up as they bickered on screen.