White Board Lyrics (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

 

(Harry's POV)

 

 My mum wasn’t too happy about me leaving home and going back to London with the guys, but she managed to get the boys to at least stay for dinner and then the night. The ride from London to Holmes Chapel wasn’t that long, but it was already getting dark out and she didn’t want them to drive in the drizzling wet darkness. We piled into the living room with masses of pillows and blankets thrown everywhere. The next morning, we folded everything back up and packed up my things.

 My mother gave me a tight hug, still obviously upset about my departure.  I had promised her that I would stay until I was completely back on my feet, but I felt well enough and that house was getting stuffy. Gemma came by and we were actually all together in the first time in a while. It was nice, but nice things had to come to an end. I was surprised to see the guys in my house, all four of them, crowding into the small entryway. I never thought I would be so relieved to hear their voices. After all it had been two months since the accident and hearing had been a large part of my problem. The left ear was back, but the right ear was still taking its sweet old time.

“What?” I perked up, swearing I had heard someone say something in the car. It was a good thing Louis had a large SUV that could fit all of us along with my belongings that I took with me to Holmes Chapel.

“I said ‘you sure are talking more.’” Liam repeated himself, nudging me in my ribs. I smiled. It was true. That barrier between my voice and my hearing was broken down now that I could actually hear myself. Well, I could half hear myself. “Have you tried singing?” All heads, except Louis who was keeping an eye on the road, turned to hear my answer.

I scratched my head, pushing my curls off my forehead. “Not really.” I said, defeated by the even thought of singing. I cleared my throat and moved around to get confortable in my seat again. The cast on my leg got in the way and made it hard to adjust myself.

“Just not ready, yeah?” Zayn asked. He completely understood it. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t even know if I could anymore. Music was my life and I had lost the ability to listen to it. Everything else stopped in my life. Harry Styles without music wasn’t someone I wanted to be, but was forced to be.

“Yeah. I guess so.” I said softly. Zayn half-smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

“Whatever happens, man.” He reassured me.

They had my back. Music or no music.

Throughout the ride, Niall would tap on the dashboard and make a tune. They others would hum. It was probably an effort to get me to do something, but I closed my eyes instead, falling asleep in the backseat of the car. I was shook awake when we were getting close. I jolted up, hitting my head on the roof of the car. “What? What’s going on?” I settled down and rubbed the top of my head.

“Mate, we’re just back in London. Don’t freak out.” Louis called from the front seat. He pulled into his complex parking lot and stopped the car. I narrowed my eyes, squinting to see the bulky man standing just near the entrance with an angered expression plastered on his face. Shit. Paul.

All of our eyes connected as we thought about the trouble we would be in. I had been keeping in contact with Paul since I left, but the past few calls I ignored. I guess management was getting really bad with him asking where I was and such. Also, I’m pretty sure that the guys didn’t tell anyone where they were going. So the whole band disappeared and I bet no one had a clue as to where they all went.