By my side [Lirry] {COMPLETE/EDITING}

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-4- EDITED ☑

The last show in Portugal, and Europe went really well… The fans were amazing, and if we forget the little detail that I hurt my foot and couldn’t walk, it was a really cool show. They were amazing, and even made me cry, when the whole stadium started screaming my name…

But me and Harry, we were more distant that ever. We didn’t talk, we barely interacted, and I was falling apart. We had the rest of the month off, and we didn’t talk since the last concert… Zayn and Louis knew something was going on, but I never talked to them about how I felt since the day Harry ran away from my room.

‘Liam, can you please stop being in your own world for a minute and pay attention. We need to finish this song, so we can go home.’ Zayn, as everyone, was tired. We were now working oin the final details of our new album, and were also back to the road, now in the States…

‘Ah, yes. Sorry.’ We were about to start the song, when I noticed that Harry wasn’t with us in the studio. ‘Zayn, where is Harry?’ I asked.

‘He went back to the hotel; I think he wasn’t feeling ok.’ I nodded and we finished recording. At the end of it I went to the hotel alone, while Niall and Louis went to pick some food, and Zayn went out on a date, because Perrie had a day off, and visited him.

I arrived home, and it was really silent, like if there was no one there. I headed to the living room of the hotel apartment, only to find a red-faced Harry sleeping on the couch. I placed my hand in his forehead, and it was really hot, so I decided to wake him up, so he could rest in his room.

‘Harry, wake up. C’mon buddy.’ I gently shook him, and he grunted. ‘Harry, you need to go to your room. Let’s go, I help you.’ He slowly opened his eyes, and tried to speak, but only coughed.

‘Are you ok?’ I asked.

‘No, my throat is killing me.’ He said; his raspy voice even rougher.

‘Ok. Wait a second. I’ll ask for a hot tea, and then we go to your room, so that you can sleep a little ok?’ He simply nodded and got up, heading to his room without waiting for me.

The room service didn’t take too long to deliver the tea, and I quickly got to his room, and handed him the tea and some medicines.

‘How do you feel?’ I asked naively.

‘I’m fine, just a little bit tired, that’s all.’ He muttered. I looked him in the eyes, and a sheepish smile appeared on his face. ‘I think I’m getting sick, at least my throat hurts a little bit.’ He confessed, looking to the ground.

‘Hmm, ok, what about if you drink the tea, take those pills, and then take a nap. If when you wake up you’re not better, I call the Paul, and we’ll call a doctor? Deal?’

‘Yes. Thanks Liam.’

‘Ok, I’m in my room, if you need something, just knock on the wall, I can hear ok?’

He nodded, and I went to my room. I was turning my computer on, when a muffled knocking filled my room. I returned to Harry’s room, to find him sat in the mattress, staring at the ceiling.

I stayed at the doorframe, looking at him. It was like as if I wasn’t there. He was lost in his thoughts, and I only wanted to know which were. Eventually, I got tired of standing at the door, and sat by his side in the bed. I continued to look at him, admiring the features of his face. His perfect green eyes hadn’t left the ceiling yet, and I wondered if he really had knocked on the wall, if he knew I was sitting next to him.

Minutes passed, as well as hours maybe, and we continued in the same positions, thinking about whatever was in our heads, not talking, just enjoying the company. The feeling of the skin of Harry’s arm against mine felt so good, like as if I was safe with him by my side.