One Direction Vs. 5SOS

Chapter 1

2 months later.

February 26th.

Harry Styles woke up in his bed and yawned. He looked over at his clock to see it was 11:15 in the afternoon. He got up and slipped on a pair of grey sweatpants and walked over to his door.

He unlocked and opened it only to find his four best friends asleep in the hallway. Harry hasn't let anyone into his room since Ethan died, so the boys decided to sleep outside his room last night.

Harry was taken back for a moment, admiring his friend's sleepy faces and felt a little guilty and chocked up that his friends just wanted to be close to him.

"Boys." He said.

He shook Liam's arm and he opened his eyes, blinking up at him.

"Morning bro." He said.

Harry gave him a small smile and woke Niall and Louis. Niall rubbed his eyes as Louis quickly sat up.

"Zaynie." Harry said, taking his hands. "Wake up."

He pulled his arms making him sit up and Zayn slowly opened his eyes.

"Come on so, I can make us some breakfast." Harry said, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

"But isn't it like 12 in the afternoon?" Liam said.

Harry turned his head to look at him.

"Do you want the fucking pancakes are not?" He asked but, his tone was playful which made the boys happy to hear.

"I want 5." Niall said, standing up and followed Harry downstairs.

The boys followed Harry to the kitchen as he started pulling ingredients out and they sat down at the small table.

"So, Linkin Park is going to be in town next weekend. I was thinking about getting us some tickets if, you wanted to go." Liam said to Harry.

"Are you kidding me? I would love to go." Harry said.

"Really?" Liam asked.

Harry hasn't been hanging out with the boys as much. He was either locked up in his room, at school or in the library. Harry looked at him.

"Oh course." He said and turned his back to them. "I love Linkin Park."

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Harry's P.O.V

I looked down at my pants noticing the gap between my waist and the pants.

Have I really lost that much weight?

I let go of the pants and they fell to my knees. I kicked them off and walked out of my room and into my sister's. I opened her closet and pulled out a pair of her black skinny jeans.

I slid them on, the jeans a little too tight but, they fit much better than my own. I went back in my room seeing Charlie sitting on my bed, his feet dangling off the edge.

"Hey buddy. I haven't seen you in a while." I said.

Charlie followed my every move with his big blue eyes.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." He said.

"Yes. I'm okay, Charlie." I said, buttoning up my plaid shirt.

He played with his chubby hands, looking out the window as I pulled my shoes on.

"What's wrong?"

"I've just been thinking about... Up there a lot." He said, pointing to the sky.

"Do you miss your mum?"