It Happened like a Firefly's Light (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Harry brushed his curls out of his eyes as he looked over his paper covered table. Scribblings of his messy handwriting and useless lyrics on each sheet. "Niall have you even met this guy?"

Niall let out a quiet noise, almost like a grunt as he kept his eyes on his phone, scrolling through his email and making a mental list of all of the things he had to do tonight. "No I haven't," he muttered, typing in the number of the proprietor of Wembley Stadium, needing to talk about tour dates. "I hear he's amazing though, a true rising star."

"How do you know he's any good though? I mean this is important, this album will-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah make or break you, I know, I am your manager after all, I know these things," Niall said, waving his hand at the curly haired lad before rambling into his phone and acting as if Harry wasn't even there.

Harry let out a quiet breath as he shook his head and brushed his fingers through the front of his curls again. He began picking up his papers on the table, thinking that he'll have to sort through them and see if he wrote down any relatively decent lyrics. But Harry highly doubted during his 3 am writing sessions that anything he put down on the sheets made sense, let alone sounded good.

As Harry scanned over his papers and looked over his writing it was clear four pages in that everything he put down was nothing but pure shit. So he crumpled the papers up and breathed out an annoyed sigh before throwing everything in the garbage. At least now his table was clean, but he still had an album to finish writing and record in a month. Whoever this guy is that Niall hired better be some type of miracle worker to help him finish this deadline.

Harry had to wait until Niall got off the phone to continue talking to him so he busied himself with cleaning his flat, not wanting this stranger to come into his house and think he was a slob. He really wasn't that messy, it was just with this deadline coming up for the album Harry was a bit stressed and maybe slacked off on a few of his household chores.

"Alright, what were you saying?" Niall asked, pulling his phone away from his ear, only to start typing on it again.

Harry rolled his eyes at the older lad, knowing he was busy and stressed but they did need to actually talk. "Are you staying here when he comes?"

"No, I need to go back to the office and fix a few dates for your tour. I want to get you two nights in Madison Square Garden instead of one," Niall said as he started pacing the living room again, nearly hitting the coffee table when he refused to take his eyes off his phone.

"Sure Ni, don't ask me if I want to play two nights instead of one, you go right ahead and just do it, don't mind me," Harry said, irritation flooding over him as he continued picking up the kitchen, trying to get the past week's worth of dishes clean.

At that Niall looked up from his phone and it only took a single glance at his best mate to see how annoyed he was. "H I'm sorry," he said quietly as he bit his lip and walked towards the younger lad. "This deadline is killing me too and with the tour a month after the album release everything is just kinda crazy right now," Niall said, his voice strained with stress.

Harry let out a deep breath, not sure who made these dates so tight, but if he had to guess he would say this was the record company's idea. And if it was them then there was no way they could not listen and do as they were told.

And just as Harry dried his wet and soapy hands, and was about to speak up to tell Niall something he saw his best mate on his phone again. But it was also the same time that the intercom began to ring.

Harry walked to the door, making his way from his kitchen and through the living room before reaching the button, and making the ringing stop. "Yes?" he asked into it.