Soundtrack Series

Midnight Memories - You & I

Harry: "You going to answer that?" Syd inquires, looking down at your phone buzzing on the coffee table for the third time in a row. You look at the phone and then up at her. "You should really answer it," she tells you. You know you should, but you just can't find the motivation. You lean down, reaching towards the table, but the phone stops. "You really shouldn't be ignoring his calls. I don't think he's been drunk all day yesterday and half of the day today." She's been paying close attention to your phone. You can't really fault her though. You've had it sitting out, and he hasn't stopped calling since the morning after the run in at the club a few days ago. That's what it felt like at least. "You clearly don't know him very well," you admit, even though you know she's probably right. "You're just making excuses. Next time he calls, if you don't answer, I'm answering for you." She was so brash sometimes. It hadn't taken you very long to catch onto that trait of hers. You brush off her comment just in time for your phone to light up again. She reaches for it from her end of the couch but you smack her hand away. "Give me time, Jesus," you scold as you pick up your phone and stare at the screen. Do you really want to do this? Do you really want to talk to him? If you didn't, Sydney would, she's already giving you the look. You get up from the couch as you answer the call. "Hello," you say calmly into the phone, walking into your room and closing the door, this conversation was private. "It's about fucking time," he barks, and you know he isn't drunk. Harry after a couple of drinks would never talk to you like that. "What do you need?" You ask politely, trying to keep your composure. You have so many things to say to him but they weren't getting out in this conversation. There is a long pause after your question. You have no idea what he is planning right now. "I guess I have some explaining to do," he admits, and you take a seat on your bed. You weren't expecting any sort of explanation. You were sure he was just going to yell at you for not answering the phone for the last few weeks. "Go on, I guess," you muse as you wait for him to continue. "It's no secret that I was in LA last week. I mean I kind of wish it was, but I can't really hide it from you because somehow the world brought us together that night." He was getting philosophical now, this should be interesting. "I was out with people I know you didn't want to be out with, so that's why I didn't stay with you." Oh, this is his 'Reason number, whatever number you are on now, I blew you off' explanation. "I'm also sorry that I didn't talk to you that night either; I should have. I shouldn't have just walked by you knowing that you saw me. I'm such a dick sometimes." No kidding. "Why are you telling me all of this?" You question honestly. "Is it because you think it's what you should be doing?" "No, it's what I know you need. I shouldn't be acting like this. You're my best friend. I should not be trying to sneak around you, no matter what reasoning I think I have for it." You could feel all of the emotions of the last few weeks welling up in your eyes. "I shouldn't have let anything change us; that is all on me. You have always been one of my top priorities, and nothing should ever get in the way of that. I love you way too much to allow that." He is telling you everything you need to hear from him in this moment. "I promise I'm going to try harder. I want you to be able to-" "Hey, Harry?" You interrupt, wiping the tears from your eyes. "Yeah?" "Shut up," you choke out with a slight chuckle. He was going to step on his soapbox any moment, and you didn't need to hear any more of his speech.

Liam: You can barely hear what Mark is saying through the door he had closed in your face only moments prior. He knows you are right outside the door which explains why he has lowered his voice, making it nearly impossible to eavesdrop. You aren't like this with all of his phone calls. Most of the time you could care less who he was talking to. This call was different. It was one you weren't expecting. It was Liam. Yes, he was talking to Liam in the other room, and you weren't allowed to listen in. You had looked over at his phone as it started to ring, and the name that showed on the screen was surprise enough. Mark had only laughed as you followed him back through the house only to be shut out of your own bedroom. "That isn't fair!" You had shouted through the door. You hadn't said a word since, in hopes he would think you had walked away. Of course he hadn't, though. So your ear was practically glued to the door. "Yeah, I'll try man," you hear Mark say as he gets closer to the door. You quickly sprint towards the living room. You collapse onto the couch and pull a magazine off of the floor. "You don't think I heard you storming off down the hallway?" Mark inquires with a smile once he reaches the living room. You bring the magazine down from your face with innocence. "What do you mean?" You are trying your best here. "Oh don't give me that," he counters, pulling the magazine from your grasp. "You had it upside down." You take a look at the pages he was showing you. "What?! I'm sorry! I just wanted to know what you were talking about." He shakes his head. "Why won't you tell me? He's my friend, not yours!" "Just a few days ago you wanted nothing to do with him. Why is it so different now?" Had that really just come out of your mouth? Had you really just called Liam a friend? "I just don't understand why you are so concerned with him all of a sudden," you admit, turning around and leaning on the back of the couch to face him. "He is concerned with you which means he is concerned with me. He was here before I was, and I have no plans on getting in the middle of the two of you. He and I have talked, and I know that's what his original thought was, that I was going to get in between you. But I have told him repeatedly, before and just then that my intentions will never be to do that. My focus is on you, and so is his. We have a common interest, what is so wrong with that?" You hadn't really ever thought of it like that. But you still find it very difficult to believe that Liam is so ready and willing to accept everything Mark had just explained to you, not after everything that had happened. Maybe you weren't giving him enough credit though. If Mark didn't seem to be worried about him anymore then you shouldn't be either. "What did he say to you when you told him that you weren't trying to take me away from him?" You question, desperately wanting to know the answer. "I'm not going to tell you everything he said. We spoke in private for a reason. There are things he didn't want to talk about in front of you, and I told him that I would make sure you weren't around." Well now they have officially driven you crazy. What was going on with Liam that was so secretive that you couldn't know? And why did Mark get to know?