SPACES [Editing]

High Hopes

Disclaimer: I've been gone for a long time so I'm sure you've forgotten about the story so I suggest back reading from three or four chapters ago to feel the continuity from the last chapter.

I'm sorry for the hiatus, I've been finishing college and I haven't had enough time to really write and I ended up deleting the two chapters I wrote for this bc I didn't like where it was going so I had to change it.

I was also going through tough times, but things are better now :) 

Aaanyway moving on: I hope you'd still want to read this story. I'm on vacation now so I'll catch up on my writing. But for now... enjoy!

Songs for the chapter:
- Oh my god by Sam Sure
- Drunk by Ed Sheeran
- Habits by Tove Lo
- Moondust (stripped) by Jaymes Young

Niall Horan

"It's Harry."

My heart skipped a beat when Luke said his name. He wouldn't just call for backup if it were nothing.

"What happened?" I tried to stay calm.

"Harry. He um—" he looked at Louis, and then at me, contemplating whether he should finish his sentence, which he should because fuck everything that's happening. "He... I think you should come with me."

Luke dragged me out, leaving Louis with a confused and panicked look on his face.

"I'll explain later I promise!" I shouted, hoping he wouldn't follow us because there's just too much going on right now.

I'm usually capable of handling Harry's shit, but I don't know how much I can take now that it's one problem on top of another. Shit just keeps piling up that I'm so close to just flying to Ireland and study farming. Love the simple life. Away from the city. That sounds so good I wish I was retiring tomorrow.

"Harry's in jail." Luke said as soon as we entered Harry's car, which Luke wasn't supposed to be driving.

"What?!"

"He's in jail."

"I heard what you said," I was pissed, but I started driving anyway because god knows how fast Louis could run and enter in the car.

"Well, you have to claim him now." He said, like Harry was a dog in the pet shop.

"What the fuck happened?!" I asked, with endless possibilities running through my head. Drunk driving? Destruction of public property? Stripping?

"He was in Braveheart and he—"

"He was in Braveheart?! He wasn't allowed in there." I clearly remember telling the bouncers to not let him in.

"He was like 'I own this place. Let me in or I'll fire you'. So they let him in." He gave it his best drunk Harry impression. "He gave out red roses to people, and then he was just there, staring at people, right? So I thought it was okay. And then he started drinking and I couldn't control him anymore."

"What did he do?"

"He wanted a private plane to Paris and I couldn't give him that, so he threw a fit and drank a bit more until he threw up." He gave out big gestures like Harry could really do that big of a projectile vomit.

"Just get to the point," I was getting a bit impatient because he's in jail, and this idiot is still taking his precious time.

"He wanted to drive home but he can't even press the right elevator button so I knew he can't, so I volunteered. So I was driving, right? And then he made me stop the car so I thought he was going to vomit, but he didn't. He started taking his pants off in the middle of the road. So I shoved him into the car and brought him to Pete."