Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 7.

Harry's POV

I snuggle in Louis' arm, trying to keep hold of myself. I feel my body relax in his warmth as his arms are wrapped around me. The feeling next to him makes my heart pound and I'm glad he's here with me right now. He's playing with my curls and that actually makes my eyes sleepy. My mouth feels like it can fall, over the pleasure.

My eyelids close but my body is still awake. Soft lips connects to my forehead and I don't want to move and ruin this moment. The kiss wasn't that long but the way he pressed it was so much passion proves that he cares for me. Never once I felt like this before and honestly I'm a bit scared. I've never felt this kind of feeling before, especially with a guy. Ignoring all the negative thoughts that were about to sneak in, I let sleep take over.

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"Dark became light and hate became love.

All at once,

two came from above."

Writing my thoughts in a poem and in my secretive journal, always gives me the inspiration I need. Once my hand connects with the dark pen, I have no contol over the letters scribble in paper. It's messy but very clear for me to read. It has poems and songs I've written but none aren't that good. Perfection poem to me, is only when the dark takes me under and I can't scream and cry but only to write all my emotions and thoughts. Reading each of my poem, I realised there's not one light side. They're all dark and depressing and the only light I wrote is the one I'm writing today. Louis inspired me and I needed to let my feelings out as soon as possible. I wasn't going to let it out by saying it but by writing it down so I can read it in the future. Someone knocks on my door and my wheel chair turns to the direction of the sound.

"Hey." Louis is standing by the door, arms crossed and bloodshot eyes.

"Hi." He sits at the edge of my bed, looking down. My eyebrows frown in confusion and worry.

"You okay?" I ask, giving him all my attention. He's playing with his fingers and I know there's something wrong.

"You're not nervous?"

"Of?" I'm confused over his question.

"Today!!! We peform today!!!" I almost forgot about that.

"No. Not really." I honestly say.

"I am." He sighs as he falls back on the bed.

"Louis!!!! Harry!!!!"

"Liam." We both say at the same time. Louis rolls his eyes and I laugh at how childish he is. We head down stairs and Liam is pacing back and force, Zayn has his elbow rested on his knees pulling his hair, Niall has his hand rested by his cheek.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We waisted so much time, we forgot to come up with a damn name for this band. We only have four hours!!!!" He's yelling in frustration  and I'm scared and nervous.

"Calm down. Fuck. We'll come up with something." Louis sits in front of Niall and I stay where I am. We're all thinking, trying our best to come up with a name.

Pacing back and force, pulling hair, taking the skin off our fingers, there's nothing.

I start thinking hard, very hard. What would our band be named. Something that goes with us and the name could last forever. It was easy coming up with White Eskimo but now I'm the one stressed.

Last forever.

Goes with us?

"We are all one, together. We will always be together no matter what and we stick together as a team." I say getting inspired out of no where. Heads snap towards me, confused faces here and there.

One.

We are all one.

"We are all one." Saying it loud gives me more time to think.

They catch up and I smile.

"One Direction. We go one direction together because we are stuck like glue. We are in this together!"

"One Direction." Whispers of the name flows in the air. Nodding with agreement, everyone has a grin.

"One Direction it is." Louis pats my back and gives a small squeeze on my shoulder.

We practice the song one more time before we leave just to make sure the vocals are good. Once we're finish, we get ready and hurry to finish things here and there.

I'm done combing my curls, putting my shorts, and pulling a shirt over me.

"Why. . . What. . . Why aren't you ready!!!" I'm furious at the lazy Louis laying out in my bed and not getting ready like the rest of us.

"I'm too tired and too fucking lazy right now."

"Are you serious? We need to leave. Like now!!!!" I raise my voice.

"Fuck. I'll just meet you guys there." Is he serious right now! Can he not see how serious this is. How we all need and want this opportunity so badly.

Raising my brow, having my arms crossed, and waiting for this nutter to get up and get dressed.

"I said I will meet you there. Okay!" He realises my stare and I shake my head before walking out the door with a big slam.

"WHAT!!!!" Liam yells as soon as I tell him the news but I try my best to keep him calm. He's so sod off but yet he manages to take in a deep breath and leaves the house without a word.

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My head rest against the cold window, feeling nothing but numbness. Although it's hot out, Liam has the air cooler on blast. The music on the radio keeps the silence comfortable and peaceful as everyone is busy on their phones.

At first I wasn't, but that was until my phone gave a small buzz and tickled my skin on my leg.

From Louis:

I don't think I can make it. Tell Simon I'm ill and that you're taking my spot, hopefully that will work.

Sorry.

xx

My jaw drops and I'm speechless. My eyes go wide at the open text and I can't find the words to speak.

Why?

(A/N: I hope in two more chapters the action will come. Like I said before,  I'm trying.)