Harry: You have no idea what time it is. It hadn’t been long since you had fallen asleep you are sure. The loud ringing coming from your nightstand had broken your sleep though. You roll over, your eyes barely open. You reach out for the phone, struggling to actually pick it up. It was way too early. “Hello?” You answer sleepily, your head collapsing back to the pillow once you had put the call on speaker. “(Y/N)!” The voice on the other end shouts way too loudly for this time of night. “Hi,” you return, just wanting sleep. You did not want to have to deal with this right now. You wondered how many drinks he had had before making this call. You were sure he was going to ask you why you weren’t at the party last night. “I’ve got to tell you about this girl I met tonight.” Oh. “Harry, do you know what time it is?” You ask, you had no interest in sitting up and listening about which chick he had picked up tonight. But wait, isn’t he back with his ex? He shouldn’t be picking up anyone. “Yeah, but this will only take a minute, I promise.” The tell tail sign that this was going to take well beyond a minute. You sigh, he had already woken you up. “What happened to the blonde?” You ask, referring to his ex. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is this girl I met tonight.” He was really on about this girl, but you wanted to know what had happened to the one he had gone back to. The one that had ruined everything. “Go on,” might as well get this over with, the sooner he does the sooner you get back to sleep. “She was amazing, long brown hair, green eyes.” Clearly those things made her amazing because that was it on the description. “She danced with you, didn’t she?” You inquire, knowing that was the key to keeping his attention in the club scene. “Yeah, it was amazing.” Drunk Harry’s vocabulary always lacked in every way. “That’s good to hear,” you say, humoring him. You still wondered what had happened to the blonde (you couldn’t be bothered to think of her as anything more). You took her absence from his story to mean they had more than likely gotten into it while they were here. She had probably flown back to London; that’s what she does when she gets mad – she runs. She was always so quick to prove something to him. But on the other end he was no better. If they had fought and she had gotten on an airplane, that was only just last night. Everything about this relationship was so dramatic. “Yeah, she’s amazing.” He literally could not say anything else. She must be a real catch. You’re sure when the ex finds out about his rendezvous while she was gone, she will be making his life a living nightmare. Serves him right you suppose. Why are you even still on the line with him? “I’m going to go Harry,” you say, at least having the courtesy to tell him you were hanging up. “No, why?” “I get that you don’t know what time it is, but I am very much aware. I’m going back to bed.” You hear him groan dramatically. Overselling it was another trait of drunk Harry. When he says nothing more you end the call, placing your phone on silent before turning back over in bed. You had never been a fan of drunk Harry.
Liam: You know what he wants, and you haven’t even picked up the phone yet. And you aren’t going to. You shouldn’t have even come; this was a terrible idea. Los Angeles was the last place in the world you needed to be. You need to be back home, in Wolverhampton, with Mark. There was a reason you had come here, yes. But now that you are sitting in the empty and dimly lit hotel room, you can’t seem to find it. You keep remembering the smile he had on his face up on that stage last night. He seemed so happy with life. Maybe he was. You hadn’t spoken to him in the longest time, how would you know? Your phone stops buzzing but indicates that he has left another message. Another message you aren’t planning on listening to. You were sure you had gone unnoticed, which confused you as to why all of a sudden he was so interested in getting ahold of you. Sitting here alone was not one of your smartest plans. The last thing you needed to do was go one-on-one with your thoughts. That had gotten you into a lot of trouble in the past. It had brought you here, in fact. You can’t get that smile on Liam’s face out of your mind. Seeing him so happy again, it did something to you. It made you forget everything he had put you through these last months, everything he went through to get rid of Mark. It was all pushed back in your mind as you looked up at him. He was the Liam you had always known. Your phone buzzes yet again, and you turn to stare at it. Just pick it up. You know who is on the other end, and never once has it scared you to talk to him. You take the phone in your hand, pressing the screen to answer the call. “Finally, thank God,” you hear him say as you put the phone to your ear. “Hi,” you answer timidly. “Why do you sound like that?” He questions. “Sound like what?” You return, trying to sound more confident than your voice would allow. “Like you were scared to answer the phone.” “I don’t know.” You knew exactly why, because you were. You weren’t ready to have this conversation yet, hence why you had ignored him up until this point. “Can we talk?” The dreaded words, words you did not have time to hear. You had to be up early to catch your flight to England, and Liam’s talks could go for hours. “I don’t really think there is much to talk about.” In fact, there was way too much to talk about. “We need to talk.” He was right, but you still weren’t ready for it. He had apologized endlessly leading up to now, and until this point you weren’t sure you had accepted any of them. “I just really want to work towards getting this back; getting us back. Do you think that we could make that happen?” You take a moment to think about the question. Do you honestly think that, even after everything he has done to you in these last months, things between the two of you can get back to the way they used to be? “No.” Your answer was short and to the point. You bring the phone away from your ear and end the call, staring at the screen. Things between you and Liam would never be the same.
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