SPACES [Editing]

Old Friend

Harry Styles

"Hey, son!" My dad stood from his seat as soon as he saw me walk into his office. I don't even know why I'm here and trust me, I hate this place. But since my mom wanted me to come here, I had no choice.

When I was younger, my dad would always let me sit in the boss's chair-- his chair. I've always liked it until I've reached sixteen. That's when he started talking about my future.

Now he wants me and my brother to take over his "empire" and I just can't be a part of that anymore.

"What do you want, dad?" I asked him. I know him, he needs something from me.

"Come on, son. Is it too much too ask for a little of your time? I just wanna see how my son's doing!" He pulled me in for a tight hug and I just stood there, frozen.

"Look dad, just cut to the chase. I've got better things to do." I said and his expression just changed.

"Fine. I want to talk to you about your bar." He sat back down on his chair, both his hands clasped on top of the table.

"What about it?"

"I want to turn it into something...bigger. You know, like a theater." He said, a smile forming in his face like it's the most brilliant plan he could ever think of.

"No." I said, not even interested. "Can I go now?"

"Harry. You don't have a say in this." He raised his voice.

"If I don't have a say in this, please remind me why I'm even here? You need me and I'm not gonna give you what you want." I said, turning around to open the glass door.

"It's just a stupid bar!" He said, making me turn back around to face him. I clenched my fists and punched his table.

"It's the only thing I ever asked for, dad. I never asked for anything else, you know that. It's more than just a bar. Maybe if you paid that much attention, maybe you could see how much it means to people. Maybe you would understand how it means to have a home." I held back my tears until I have left his office.

I saw my mom on the way out but I just ignored her, my cheeks were drenched with tears. I walked away until the sound of her calling out my name has faded.

I went up alone in the elevator and headed to the bar to clear my mind.
  

I was walking fast to my usual spot when I bumped into someone.

"Haz?" I jumped at the familiarity of his voice. No way.

"James?" I said, completely forgetting about how red my eyes could get when I'm crying.

"Are you alright?" He asked. He cupped my face with his tantalizing blue eyes.

I almost forgot how it feels to look at them and how they always find their way to calm me down.

I turned my head so he wouldn't see me like that but his hands were still holding me.

"Haz. Calm down. Come on." He pulled me to my usual spot and sat me down.

[FLASHBACK:

"James. Truth or dare?" Ed asked him. His blue eyes glimmered.

"Truth." He smiled.

"If you were to date anyone from this circle, who would it be?" Ed asked him. Everyone stayed silent for his answer.