5. Harry: Liam’s wedding
Suited up, I travelled alone in the security car, past well-wishers with banners crowding the exterior of where the reception was being held.
The interior was packed. Famous faces filled gaps in a crowd of Liam and the bride’s family. The reception was similar to many weddings I had been to, except I was busy mustering up the courage to talk to the band members. We didn’t talk much, except in front of the press or fans. We put on our fake personalities and pretended that everything was cool. If you were close enough to us, then you would know everything was not.
I spotted Zayn, alone in the corner of the room, drinking some of the Pimms, but leaving the fruit. Now was a good time, I decided.
I called his name and he looked round to face me.
“What do you want?” he asked, clearly hassled. “Can’t you see this is Liam’s special day or is your ego too large for that? Don’t ruin it for him by causing an argument.”
“Well, you can make this simple then,” was my comeback. “Just, agree to meet me and the rest at the studio. Pass it on.”
He looked at me, knowingly.
“Ok. Look, I’m sorry. Simon explained to me what really happened that time ago. There, are we cool now?” We shook hands. “I’ll be there.”
Louis was next. I greeted his wife who was close at his side, and supplied the usual conversation that anyone would, friend to friend. She seemed content with this and moved away, knowing that we were going to talk business, well, sort of.
“Lou, can you be at the studio? Usual time. Simon says, be there.”
“I know. He called. Look, are you sure this is a good idea, this is some kid's song that they probably wrote. They will notice, their relatives and friends will as well. Just a few people, but they will notice. It could end us.”
“Simon said that he’ll get the royalties. It’ll be legal.” It sounded like we were plotting some sort of scam.
“Ok. I’ll be there. You and Zayn made up then, I’m glad.”
I smiled in return and he let me go by moving to join his wife.
Next, Niall.
“Nialler!”
“Hazza? I haven’t seen you since Skype. The studio? I’ll be there. Simon said.”
“Great. Bring your guitar.”
“Sorted.” he said moving to talk to one of the other guests.
Liam was last. Don’t ruin his day, I repeated over and over in my head.
“Liam! Congrats mate!”
“You next, Harry!” he joked which sent a pang through me.
“The studio, can you make it?”
“It’s a date, pal.”
“Great, send my congratulations to the new Mrs!”
“Sure thing.” He sought his new parents- in-law and motioned towards them. I mouthed a good luck, and he mouthed a thanks. “Mind yourself, now.” Still talking like a grandad, Liam moved to talk with the new in-laws.
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Pieces // H.S
FanficHarry's world is crumbling to around him. As far as he's concerned, his life is already over. He grows cold, and bitter, waiting for his fortunes to change. Jane lost everything, but that meant she had everything to gain. One song would change her l...
