Soundtrack Series

Midnight Memories - Don't Forget Where You Belong

Harry: She's been knocking for the last three hours. Every so often she will walk by and ask if you're awake. Of course you are, but you don't respond. You know she wants you to come out with her. You just can't seem to find the motivation to get out of bed. Ever since that phone call with Harry, you've been down. So much so that now you've got Sydney worried. She isn't going to make you talk to her, you've learned that over the last few weeks while living with her. She lets you come to her, and you do eventually, with most things. She knows this is about Harry, but she only knows a small amount of the story between you and him. "Hey, I know you're awake, and you just don't want to talk, but I wanted to know if I could come in and maybe we could watch some TV together." She wasn't doing anything wrong, yet you were treating her like she was. "Yeah, come in," you call out, and she immediately opens the door. She's under the covers with you, remote in hand, before you even have time to roll over. "What do you want to watch?" You know that getting in here to watch television is not her ultimate goal, but she knows this is step one. "Whatever you want to; I don't care." You sit up in the bed, bringing your pillows against the headboard for more cushioning. As she flips through the channels a familiar face pops up on the screen. You hope she goes past him, but unfortunately she can only stare. "Isn't that him?" You were wondering when you were going to have to tell her the story of who he actually is and who you actually are to him, guess that's now. "Yeah," you answer, wanting to crawl back under the covers. "He's the guy from that boy band?!" You can hardly comprehend her astonishment. How is it that there are still people in the world that do not know who Harry Styles is? Well she had told you that she had grown up very poor in the middle of a very rural part of the country, so that could possibly explain it. She had only been in LA a short time when you had asked her to move in. "So you know a famous person, that's kind of cool." She's talking to herself now. "So, wait, does that make you famous? I mean I was kind of caught off guard how nice this apartment was but I just thought it was because your parents have nice jobs." You know she's trying to be playful and you give her credit she's taking it better than a lot of people would. You only look at her and her eyes grow wide. "So you really are, like, proper famous?" "I'm not famous," you admit, you never liked to think of yourself as that. As soon as the words leave your mouth your picture flashes on the screen in front of you. The story was your relationship with Harry and how everyone can tell that it is being strained. "Sources are telling us he hasn't even been staying with (Y/N) while in LA and that she's even got a new roommate. What is going on with these two? They used to be inseparable and now we're being told they barely even speak to one another." Well this couldn't get any worse. "During a recent run-in in LA the pair were said to have made eye contact but nothing more. Harry left in a cab with friends and (Y/N) entered the club with the girl we now know to be her roommate." "This is highly unordinary behavior for these two. We know them to be so loving and energetic towards one another. Maybe they've just forgotten they are meant to be together." Okay, you were wrong, it could get worse.

Liam: You aren't sure why you're watching his tour videos. This seems like the last thing a person in your situation would be wanting to do. But you missed the atmosphere of the shows and watching fan videos is the only way to semi get that sensation back. The one that is loading now is from last night; it's one of your favorite songs of his. The screams in the crowd immediately take you to the stadium. You enlarge the video and sit back. "Before you introduce this song, Niall, I want to say something about it," Liam begins. This isn't his usual place to speak, and you lean into the computer as if you are going to be able to hear him better. "This song is one of my favorites, and I'm so glad you wrote it Niall. It takes me back home every time we sing it, which I guess is what it's meant to do. But it also brings back the people from home. I always see them when we do this song, even though most of the time they aren't here. This song brings back the best memories for me and pushes the bad ones aside. I hope it does the same for you all." Liam turns around and extends his hand to Niall, letting him know he was finished. "Alright, well, I hope you caught all of that," he says directly into the camera that was pointed on him, showing up on the screen where the girl who was recording this video was focusing on. "I don't really think I have to introduce this song anymore. You know it's a special one for all of us, in our own ways." The music begins to play, and you immediately exit out of the video. You weren't going to be able to handle watching him sing that song after everything he had just said. He knows this is one of your favorite songs for the exact reasons he had said on stage. No one else knew those were the reasons you had given for liking the song so much, no one except Liam and now. you are assuming, the rest of the boys. You aren't sure what brought this on, maybe Liam's talk with Mark. You still hadn't gotten any more information about that exchange and you still weren't letting that go. You close your laptop and push it to the other side of the bed. You should have never even started watching those stupid videos. You know what an emotional rollercoaster it has been with him. Why the hell would you willingly bring that back into your life? And through YouTube videos of all things. You can't even remember the last time you talked to him over the phone, yet you're trying to bring him back. You don't want to think about this any longer. You get up from the bed and move into the living room. The house was always so quiet when Mark wasn't over. A testament to your living style you suppose. You sit down on the couch and try to refocus your thoughts with the help of the television. You flip through channel after channel with absolutely nothing catching your eye as if flashes by you. As you continue not making up your mind, music beings to play in your head. Liam's voice singing the opening lines. You shut your eyes trying so hard to make it stop. You had turned the video off so that this song wouldn't be stuck in your head. It turns out it you don't need to hear the song in order for it to be there, just having been reminded of its significance brings it back. You sit the remote down, there's no need to try anymore. You had lost this battle. You sit on the couch, the song still continuing to play in your mind. You hear every note change and every solo. You feel the tears forming in your eyes even though they remain closed. You allow the song to finish, but you remain on the couch. You will never get him out of your mind. You are empty and defeated.