My Mentor *Completed*

Thirty. More Than Words

(A/N- This story has over 50k reads and that to me is absolutely amazing!  I just can't say thank you enough to all of the readers, silent and vocal.  It really means so much to me.  So Thank You, again.  Video on the side is the song in this chapter.  I normally woldn't write out as many lyrics as I did, but it's important to the story.  Anyway....enjoy this chapter, lovelies!!!  xxx  )

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“This week you will be performing two songs.  So obviously that means a lot more rehearsals.  You boys will be busier than ever.  The theme is Rock songs.  It might be nice to maybe do an up tempo and a rock ballad.  There are so many songs to choose from.  You’ll have a few hours to look over the lists of songs and then you’ll meet with Savaan later to discuss arrangement.”  Harry informed us.

“We aren’t going over them with you first?” Liam asked and even I was thinking that.

“Well I, unfortunately, won’t be here this week.  I have obligations in Los Angeles that I can’t rearrange and since Louis no longer has any acts remaining he will step in as your mentor this week.  You’ll be meeting with him and Savaan in a couple hours.”  Now I am getting upset.  It’s obvious that he has known about this for probably a couple weeks and he is now just telling me or us, rather.

“When do you leave?” I ask straight faced and I know he can see that I am annoyed.  He looks down at his watch and back up at me.  With sorrow in his eyes he answers.

“In about two hours.”  I grab a list of the songs and without another word, I stand up and walk away and find my own corner to mope in while looking over the list.

About an hour later and nowhere near have two songs chosen, my phone vibrates in my pocket.  I hesitate because I know it is Harry and he will want to have a goodbye moment before he leaves.  I am still upset from Thursday night and for the past two week in general.

To: Niall

Old dressing room?

I drop my head onto my knees.  Do I really want to face him?  Do I really want to deal with the sadness that will come along with saying goodbye to him?  Yes I am still sad but at least I can still see his face most days.  Now I won’t see him all week and there is absolutely no chance for us to fix this with him all the way in America. 

I convince myself that I should say goodbye and head towards the dressing room.  He is already on the couch, waiting for me, when I arrive.  I step in and lock the door.  He stands to greet me with a hug.  I stay in the embrace for a few moments before pulling away.  He returns to his seat on the couch and I sit opposite him on the other couch.

“Damn it, Niall.  Why are you still acting like this?”  He snaps

Without a word, I just stand up and make my way to the door.  As soon as my hand touches the knob, I feel him grab my waist and basically pick me up and carry me back to the couch and he drops me on it.

“Really nice, Harry.” I try to stand again but he quickly straddles my hips immobilizing me from my escape.  I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know what you want from me.  I said I was sorry”

“You didn’t mean it” I cut right back and he rolled his eyes.

“I love you.  I’ve been telling you I love you.  What else do you need?”  I slightly chuckle because he really just doesn’t get it.  He still doesn’t get it.  I finally muster enough strength and push him off me and on to the couch.  I stand and when he tries to hold me in place again, I put my hand up.