Switching Bodies *2024 update*

11.

Liam stared at his empty plate absently fiddling with a metal fork, clanking it against the glass lightly. His thoughts were calming yet swarming. Confusion marked his spot, he felt he was missing something... something important.

His day was good and he'd enjoyed the playful interviews, however tedious they may be at times, he loved them all the more. They were, he felt, an indirect way to get to know how people were liking their music. That was their band's reason for existing and continuing to exist: the music. Without the music they'd be nothing, quite hopeless even. 

Liam had liked how the day had gone and he had enjoyed it. The fun banter and quirky questions and equally quirky answers were all great to loosen the tension that had built up over the last couple of weeks. Sure, Zayn, Louis and Niall hadn't been there, but Harry had been and he had actually looked a little lighter and happier. If that wasn't progress enough then Liam didn't know what was. Harry was making progress and that in itself was good news, their album release was also very exciting to think upon. Within a week it would be out for the fans... and the world. He didn't really care too much what the world thought of their tracks. They made music for their fans, their best friends, not the whole world.

Everything was actually getting exciting, according to Liam, and things were looking up for their band. The tour was another factor that added to his mounting excitement. The thrill they got on tour was irreplaceable and they looked forward to late nights, dancing, singing and being amongst their best friends. But then, why was it Liam felt the others weren't as excited as he? Why was is that he felt like the only fool who seemed happy and tension-free? These questions had answers. All questions had answers. Though acquiring these answers wasn't something any one could do. It wasn't easy getting answers, but he was ready for them. Oh gosh, he really was. 

Something was happening to their band... or was going to happen... or maybe, already had happened, and Liam didn't need answers to know that it wasn't something all too pleasant. 

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"Blood. Lot's of blood."

"Wha-?"

"You're bleeding-- oh gosh, you're bleeding!"

Harry had swapped his skin-tight jeans for loose tracks and his plain white shirt for a black one. The white had soaked up blood and now lay somewhere on his room floor. 

"Yeah, my nose bleeds get bad in heat," he said calmly, though he was anything but. A surge of anxiety was gripping him and he had no idea why. He felt as though this was the calm before a raging storm. 

Louis nodded his head drunkenly. Ironic, as he was the most sober he'd ever been. The blood was leaking madly down the curves of Harry's lips and running down his chin, coating the skin there a glistening red. 

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Harry didn't say anything as Louis pushed past him, venturing into his private quarters. Feeling the anxiety grate his nerves, Harry warily followed Louis closing shut his eyes, breathing in deeply. It was almost time to take his inhaler. Zayn had helped him through the whole testing process, calming him down when the doctor had come back with positive results, saying he indeed had a mild case of Asthma. He had spent that day in the emergency room, being tested and being diagnosed accordingly. The doctor had given him a plan, and he made it a point to follow it perfectly, not wanting to risk an attack. Zayn was the only one who knew and Harry for the while wanted to keep it that way. 

"Where're the tissues?" Louis asked.

"Uh, the bathroom?"

"Oh, right."