Notes To Strangers | L.S.

Staring at the sun

"No Niall, I'm not going to an influencers party", he heard the blonde groan from the other line.

Niall called early this morning saying something along the lines of: 'We should go to this party that's gonna be full of celebrities but that's exactly why we're going'.

He would rather go anywhere but a place like that. He's never been into celebrities life's or even going all the way to befriend one. Ed was enough and Lewis, even if they haven't talked much after that other day.

"You can go but I'm not going", he repeated. Niall was explaining again how they can get a win from going, as it could help their upcoming music.

"I'm hanging up now, bye Ni".

It was just nine in the morning and he's tired, again. Just imagining being surrounded by celebrities is tiring. He could never do that. Maybe he should follow Zayn's steps and be a private person if he does end up becoming popular with his music.

No bands, no tours, no parties full of influencers.

Zayn's smart as hell, that's a perfect idea.

Just you and your job, no posing for paparazzi or having constant news about who you're hanging out with because apparently it's interesting to the fans.

He'll have a talk with Ed about this later.

There was a sound of a rock hitting a window coming from the right. Harry looked that way but there was a wall between and he couldn't see anything, he waited for another sound which was gladly granted as he was confirmed a rock was being thrown into his balcony.

He lazily got up, putting on sweatpants that was sitting on his chair for the past two days. His eyes squinted as he realized the sun was shining brighter in the living room since he forgot to close the curtains the night before.

If Harry was living a thriller life, he would have died right here. He opened the balcony going outside to inspect where the noise came from. He didn't miss the two rocks that was a few inches away from his bare feet.

He leaned over the railing, noticing a boy bent over, probably looking for another rock. Harry smiled recognizing the brunette and that oversized black jumper he always seems to wear. The blue eyed boy turned back around and without another second wasted, he threw another rock which luckily went right above Harry's head.

He saw his eyes widen and a huge grin appear on his face, "Oops". Harry chuckled, closing his eyes now realizing he was almost hit, "Hi".

Harry looked back inside noticing the rock landed right next to his couch but he couldn't care much about it, Louis is visiting him.

"Lovely seeing you here on this warm morning", Harry spoke with a fancy tone. "Been trying to wake up earlier".

Harry smiled, the two of them haven't ran into each other much after that night at the park. It's only been maybe a few days, close to a week, but nothing is bad between the two.

"That's good, want to come in?", Harry suggested and Louis didn't answer as he went over to the door.

Once inside, Harry made sure to quickly put on a shirt, even if the flat was getting too warm for that. The guest was sat nicely on Harry's couch, looking around as if he hasn't been here before.

"How are you liking the mornings?", Harry wondered as he made some tea for the both of them. "Quite nice actually, it doesn't compare to the night silence but it's still a nice silence".

Harry nodded taking in the response. Night silence. Harry understands that too well. Waiting until it's late at night to be your own self and feeling whole because it's finally quiet and nobody is around. It's not like he was being selfish and didn't appreciate a company, it just felt better to be alone.