Take Me Home • h. styles ✔

15 | Hidden Desires

HARRY

     “Niall! Mofo is not even a word! It's only a slang!” Louis voiced out his disapproval as soon as the Irish lad had put on the four plastic blocks on the board.

     “Oh Lou-Lou, of course it is! It’s a Massive Organization of Fans of One Direction. A mofo is someone who loves our band. They are called crazy mofos!” Niall answered back, apparently trying to get Louis’ approval for his word of choice.

     “You don’t make any sense Niall. As far as I know, there’s no such thing as a mofo! It's a short word for a bad word. And we’re supposed to love our fans, and we don’t call them crazy!”

     “Our fans are crazy, in a good way by the way. Without them, we are nothing!”

     An inevitable laugh broke out of my mouth as I watched my two best friends bicker and making a dispute about a silly four-letter word, arguing like crazy just like the old times. It was so nice to hear them like that again, and memories from the past began to recollect in my mind on how we were like brothers fighting over all the silliest things in the world. No, I got that wrong, we are still brothers up until now, and there were just only two of us still missing. My mind had been thinking about Liam and Zayn for a while, concerning about how they were doing during this time. I was wondering if they were still alive, living somewhere out there in a safe place, just waiting for the three of us to arrive. That little faith was all I had for them, and as much as it was trivial, it was still something that was worth holding on to, providing a spangle of hope for what the future would bring.

     “Earth to Hazza! What do you think? Shall we consider this ridiculous four-letter word that’s worth almost thirty points? Niall’s gonna win!”

     “Absolutely not, because just like Nando's, mofo is not a word,” I said teasingly to Niall after breaking out of my trance.

     “Darn you two! Just let me win even once!”

     “You’ll never get a chance Ni. If Liam and Zayn were here, how can Harry and I win? Those two are just full of words of wisdom, and Scrabble for them is a piece of cake.”

     I couldn't agree more with what Louis had said. Among the five of us, those two were really ahead in terms of vocabulary, given how mature and full of insight their minds had. That was one thing that I missed about those two. They both had great minds, and plainly gifted with good judgment and perception. Their level of understanding could be just so high, that the three of us couldn't comprehend with their reasons sometimes. In terms of age, knowing the Louis being the oldest, he should be the one having more sensibleness when the five of us were together. But what did we have? We had the craziest, most carefree guy who would shoot water guns or hang our underwear in the backstage as part of his crazy schemes. If he would be joining forces with Niall, well, hell would certainly break loose, and I could still recall how much they were a pain for our bodyguards, most especially to Paul. Not that I was a good member of the band myself, since all of us did have our outrageous antics to pull off during those times. Louis was just the one who was always being the one to start the pranks and all the craziness. We wanted to have fun all the time while we were doing our job and fulfilling our dreams. Work hard, play hard and be kind, I would always say.