Frozen Hands [h.s.]

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HARRY'S POV

It is a beautiful Tuesday afternoon and we have just arrived at our hotel in Ottawa, Canada. We are currently on a publicity tour and are planning to stay here for a week or so, going on different interviews and press conferences, which is fine by me because I honestly love Canada. There is just something peaceful about it.

Once we are all in our separate rooms, I dump all my things on the bed and flop on it. Recently I haven't really had the energy or motivation to do something other than just stare at the ceiling.

Right before every show I would drink two or three red bulls, or any energy drink I could get my hands on. Suddenly my phone starts blasting "Marimba".

"Uh, yeah?" I lazily answer.

"Hey mate, it's me. I have to talk to you, would you like to go grab some coffee together or something," Niall says.

"Uh, yeah sure, what's it all about?" I ask, sitting up. Niall is never this serious.

"Don't worry about it. James got us some disguises and said to meet him at his room. Oh and he mentionned something about having to talk with an american accent," he chuckles through the phone.

The thought of spending some more quality time with Niall makes me smile. He's such a nice lad.

"Of course. I'll meet you downstairs in five."

Knowing that James' disguise probably involves wigs, coloured contacts and different clothing, I sleek my hair back into a bun and decide to stay in my comfortable sweetpants and loose shirt.

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"Do you wanna go in this coffe shop, it looks cozy," I say to Niall.

We had driven about 30 minutes away from the actual city and were now in a residential neighbourhood.

"Aye, whatever I don't really care."

Raising my brow at his unusual quietness, I sigh but say nothing. The entire car drive was filled with awkward stares and an unusual silence. I know whatever Niall has to say, it's serious. He isn't talking to me and won't look at me in the eye.

I park the car in the almost empty parking lot, looking at Niall who is just staring out of the window.

As soon as we walk in, the scent of coffee hits my nostrils. We sit down at a table and wait.

"Hello gentleman, would you like something to drink or eat?" A pretty waitress beams at us.

"Uh I would like some Earl Grey tea please," Niall answers in his weird American accent. He's not bad at it, it just sounds really fake and weird coming from him.

"Yes, same thing for me. Thank you," I nod in direction of the girl.

I could tell she was slightly weirded out. I can't blame her though, it is odd that two seemingly rich men (a part of our disguise was to wear snobby clothing) with american accents ordering tea in the middle of a sunny afternoon in a small unknown coffee shop.

"Of course. I'll go make that for you and I'll be right back," she smiles kindly and walks away.

"Okay mate, what was it that you wanted to tell me," I directly ask Niall, dropping the accent.

"Are you okay Harry?" Niall shifts uncomfortably.

"Uh yeah, why do you ask?"

"It's just that me and the boys have been seeing a change in you, and not a good one," Niall trails off, looking uneasy as ever.