They're identical twins, but with different life styles and dreams.
Before cutting his hair and moving to New York, Harry wanted to make music.
His brother Tyler and yourself, stayed in London.
You've grown closer with Tyler over the months.
Sudd...
The audience fell into a silent and confused state as Harry left the stage. His head lowered, his shoulders slumped. You watched him leave, catching the attention of the manager who was angrily pressuring Harry to perform. Harry allowed him to push him around with harsh words, taking the hits. You rushed over, past the crowd. You stepped in front of Harry and faced the manager, "Leave him alone."
Harry moved away from you, "You don't have to pay me, I don't care." He glanced at you with glassy eyes, but he didn't say anything to you. He walked away, his guitar strapped along his side. You followed him a few feet behind, waiting for him to speak. He led the way back to the valet who pulled up his car. It was so quiet outside now. The press had left, the night was silent for once. Harry packed his guitar up, stuffing it into the back seat. You stood with him by the car, standing in the freezing night. Harry shut the car door and paused, looking down to his feet. He hesitated but his words slipped out, "Why did you tell him? Why tonight?"
"I-I'm sorry." You stammered.
Harry continued, "I wanted him there. I just wanted him there..." He whispered, "just for tonight."
"Harry..." Your tears slowly fell, your body shivering. You couldn't speak. Not only was Tyler mad at you, it seemed Harry was to. Harry didn't look at you. Your body shivered, you tried keeping your mouth shut to keep your teeth from chattering. Harry noticed, "You're cold." He took off his blazer and wrapped it around you. You huddled in it, but kept your eyes on Harry. He held the ends of the blazer together. His warmth was vibrating since he was close to you. He fell into silence for a moment, "You felt guilty, didn't you?"
You nodded.
Harry nodded, "Me too." He sighed a bit, "He'll come around...I hope. We won't give up on him, okay?"
You wiped your teary eyes, "I thought you were gonna leave me just now." you whimpered, your bottom lip quivered, signaling you were going to burst.
"Hey, hey," Harry hugged you close. Your body pressed against his. You gave a relax sigh due to his warmth. He held you for a moment until you pulled back to lock eyes. He grabbed your hands.
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"I'm here." He said.
You smiled weakly.
Harry pushed back a strand of your hair, his fingertips lightly brushed your cheek. He smiled sweetly, "Let's take you home."
. . .
Tyler's battle against the liquor bottle was coming to an end. He kicked trash as his body became heavy. He stumbled along the sidewalk, pushing past people. With a bottle in hand, he found himself in an alley. He slurred, "Of course she slept with him." Tyler held the bottle against his lips, "I wish Harry hadn't come back." He stopped the liquor from going down his lips, spitting it out. He smashed the bottle onto the floor, exploding pieces of glass onto the dirty alley floor. Tyler leaned his head back against the brick wall, closing his eyes as his body became heavier and heavier. He jolted his body before pulling out his phone. He went to your contact list and opened up to text you.
