Don't Let Things Die [L.S]

2015

So, writing this chapter made me cry a freaking lot.
I'm leaving you guys a song here that doesn't have anything to do with the chapter, but it's one of the most beautiful songs I've ever listened, and I think the message they leave is really pure. 

It's one of the best things you can wish to other people.

"May all your favorite bands stay together."

It's something I wish to all of you too.

Mag 🦋

2015

The first thing I noticed, when the dizziness dissipated after jumping into the new memory, was that inside the recording studio we were in, there were only four people.

Niall, playing his guitar laying sideways on an armchair; Harry, taking notes on his brown and worn-out notebook while lying on his stomach on the carpeted floor; Liam, sitting in the couch beside Harry's body looking at the ceiling; and young Louis sitting on the other side of the room with headphones on and humming a melody completely different to what Niall was playing, absorbed in his own world.

The room felt too quiet, too heavy, and with a sense of sadness lingering in the air.

"So, Zayn's gone." - I sighed, noticing the tired faces of our younger versions all dispersed around the room.

"Yes." - Emily hummed.

At that moment, Liam rolled his eyes, sitting up and throwing one of his shoes to young Louis across the room.
My younger self jumped in his seat, turning to Liam and taking his headphones off.

"What the fuck, man?" - He exclaimed, picking the shoe and throwing it back at Liam.

He missed.

"You're being too loud, we're trying to think." - Liam mumbled, Niall still picking softly on his guitar in the background.

Harry just lifted his head up from his notebook, watched their little interaction and then returned to his notes.

"Yeah, well your system isn't working. So, I'm doing mine." - Young Louis said, annoyed, as he put his headphones back on.

"Just stop humming above us. It's distracting." - Liam finished and young Louis rolled his eyes.

Harry looked up again, locking eyes with my younger self for a moment, shaking his head in disapproval. Young Louis stared at him for a fragment of time, even after Harry lowered his head, then he focused back again on his own creative process.

They kept on that same dynamic for a while, Niall and Liam trying to come up with a melody on their own, Harry just glancing up once in a while when needed, but too caught up on his notes; and my younger self just sitting in the corner, clearly on his own world.

"Guys, I'm fucking tired of this." - Young Louis snapped minutes later, throwing his headphones aside and standing up. - "It's been two weeks, we need to come up with something!"

"Well, I'm sorry I'm too sad to be creative." - Niall mumbled, looking only at his fingers playing on the strings of his guitar.

"Yeah, we're trying, Louis." - Liam added.