Harry's P.O.V.
"Oh c'mon Liam! We gotta give it another shot!" I begged my fellow bandmate.
Liam huffed as he continued to ignore me.
"Liam!"
"Give it up Harry!" He yelled suddenly.
I stood back.
He signed and rubbed his temples. "Listen mate. We've tried, okay? We've had our good days, and our bad..."
"That's all you ever say!" I interrupted. "Don't try to sugar coat it man. We haven't had good days. Ever."
Liam rolled his eyes, and I got got feeling I should shut my mouth but I didn't.
"That's why we can't give up." I explained, rubbing my finger against the metal counter.
Liam signed. "We're just not cut out to be a band, Harry. We're not good enough."
"Who says?" I protested.
"Everyone. The people on the streets, the people we try to give love and joy to. The people we've tried to inspire through music."
I looked down, and brushed a strand of hair hanging down my forehead.
"Look, we will make a living on this somehow, one day." I smiled to myself.
"Sure." Liam huffed, turning away.
I looked out the window of the tiny apartment, which we all shared. Niall slept on the floor next to Liam and Zayn, while Louis took the couch and I took the windowsill bench.
It was the best place we could afford, although it seems like a piece of crap.
"We'll make it someday." I whispered, gazing at the moon that shone through the curtains.
"Shut up and go the sleep Harold." Niall groaned from below.
I rolled my eyes even though I know he couldn't see my annoyance through the dark.
I finally rolled over and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the places I'd go one day.
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