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Trouble with my speech. ⏯ H.S.

Harry stood in front of the mirror, frustration etched on his face as he attempted to speak, only for his words to come out in a jumbled mess. His stutter had always been a part of him, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce whenever he tried to speak, especially in stressful situations. Today, it seemed to be particularly stubborn, refusing to let him communicate even the simplest of sentences.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his unruly curls. His bandmates, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn, were waiting for him downstairs, eager to discuss their upcoming tour plans. But Harry couldn't bring himself to face them just yet. He felt like a burden, always slowing down conversations, always struggling to express himself.

"Harry, are you okay?" Liam's voice came from the other side of the door, concern evident in his tone.

Harry clenched his fists, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He hated feeling like this, trapped in his own mind, unable to articulate his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to reply.

"I-I'm fine, Liam," he managed to stutter out, the words feeling like lead on his tongue.

There was a moment of silence before Liam spoke again, his voice soft and understanding. "You know you can talk to us, right? We're here for you, no matter what."

Harry nodded, even though he knew they couldn't fully understand what he was going through. He had tried to explain his stutter to them before, but words always failed him, leaving him feeling even more frustrated.

With a resigned sigh, Harry opened the door and made his way downstairs, steeling himself for the inevitable struggle that lay ahead.

As Harry entered the living room, he found his bandmates sprawled out on the couches, discussing tour dates and set lists. They looked up as he entered, their expressions turning concerned when they saw the frustration etched on his face.

"Hey, mate, you alright?" Niall asked, patting the seat next to him in invitation.

Harry forced a smile, nodding as he took a seat. "Yeah, just having a bit of trouble with my speech today."

Louis draped an arm around his shoulders, offering him a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry about it, Haz. We'll figure it out together, yeah?"

Despite his frustration, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards his bandmates. They had always been there for him, supporting him through thick and thin, even when he felt like he was falling apart.

"Thanks, Lou," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn leaned forward, his dark eyes filled with concern. "Maybe we should take a break from talking about tour stuff for now. How about we watch a movie instead?"

Harry nodded gratefully, relieved to have a distraction from his own thoughts. As they settled on a movie and Liam passed around a bowl of popcorn, Harry felt a sense of belonging wash over him. Despite his struggles, he knew that as long as he had his bandmates by his side, he could overcome anything.

Over the next few weeks, Harry continued to struggle with his stutter, but with the support of his bandmates, he began to find ways to cope. He started attending speech therapy sessions, where he learned techniques to help him control his stutter and build his confidence.

Slowly but surely, Harry began to notice improvements in his speech. He still stuttered from time to time, especially when he was nervous or stressed, but he no longer felt as helpless as he once did.

One day, as they were rehearsing for an upcoming show, Harry found himself facing a particularly challenging line in one of their songs. His heart raced as he tried to force the words out, but they stubbornly refused to cooperate.

Frustration bubbled up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him once again. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder, warm and reassuring.

"You've got this, Harry," Liam said, his voice filled with encouragement. "Just take a deep breath and believe in yourself."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath as he steadied himself. And then, with all the determination he could muster, he began to sing.

At first, his voice wavered, his words stumbling over each other in a tangled mess. But then something miraculous happened. As he continued to sing, his stutter seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence that he never knew he had.

By the time he reached the end of the song, Harry felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He looked up to see his bandmates watching him with pride, their smiles reflecting the joy and relief he felt in that moment.

"See, I told you you could do it," Louis said, grinning from ear to ear.

Harry couldn't help but grin back, feeling a sense of pride swelling inside him. He had finally found his voice, and nothing could hold him back now.

As they continued to rehearse, Harry sang with newfound confidence, his voice soaring higher than ever before. And as he looked out at the faces of his bandmates, he knew that together, they could overcome anything that came their way.