J A N U A R Y
Harry.
The long haired boy sat up quickly from the woman's bed he was occupying. He made his way across her shaggy carpet and to her dresser, picking up his phone. The glow from the phone lighting up his chiseled face. He read the texts from his mum, worried about his whereabouts even though he was a 21 year old man. He read the texts in the group chat containing his band members and Lou which was just the same old 'I miss you boys' texts and everyone agreeing.
He sighed and brushed his hair away from his face. He slipped on his jeans and went into her kitchen. His life had become a dull blur since four months ago when he was having a water fight on stage with his best mates-no no-brothers.
He shook his head again and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He stripped down and stepped gingerly into the woman's shower. He hoped she hadn't woken up. The warm water making his hair stick to his face and his forehead.
He softly hummed the song that was stuck in his head, before singing aloud quietly. He hadn't sang once since the break had started, it was almost foreign. With the water surrounding him, the soft sound of his raspy voice and all that has been happening to his life he knew he really really missed his life before.
He missed the boys. He missed Niall's obnoxious laugh, although he had told Niall plenty of times before that his laugh was too loud and happened too often. He missed Louis and his tight hugs. He missed Liam and his insight and how he always seemed to be right about every damn thing.
He missed how the band used to be a whole before last year. He missed how quickly they all fell apart after Zayn left. He just missed it so damn much.
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Liam
The last poster had been hung. He finally felt at home. He laid back onto his bed happily looking up at the ceiling. His bed shifted and he looked up seeing his sister Ruth sitting on his bed. He heard the pitter patter of her son's feet on the hardwood floor downstairs looking for the loving arms of his mother. {Shut the hell your faces up i know this is probably inaccurate but i really don't care so sorry}
"This room has been so empty since you left. Mum hardly ever went in here, thinking it'd be better to leave everything the way it was." Ruth smiled. Liam chuckled softly.
"Oh how I've missed you guys." He sat up, pulling her in for a hug.
They sat there in comfortable silence, Ruth tracing the bearded boy's tattoos that were visible and the boy listening to the calls of the toddler downstairs.
"I'm glad you have this time home. Jordan really didn't even know who you were besides the pictures we had to show him." She admitted.
"I'm glad I get to see him for once." Liam smiled.
"Kids! Nicola made dinner. Get your hands washed please!" Their mother yelled from the narrow stairs.
The two adults made their way into the bathroom as they had done millions of times as children. They did the same routine as always; Ruth putting water and then lemon scented soap on her small hands and then Liam putting strawberry scented soap and then water on his hands. The two continued their routine-Ruth using the white towel and Liam using the grey one-before racing down the stairs.
"I'm getting too old for that." Ruth exclaimed out of breath. She picked up her son and placed him into his high chair before going to the fridge and taking out his mashed carrots. She had no clue how her son enjoyed this and had tried many times to convince him to eat Cheerios or yogurt drops, but whenever she tried, the next day she'd come home from work to find her husband feeding her poor son mushed something, yet again.
