Moments

Chapter 1

Harry's POV:

"Harry, I know that you're probably busy, but can you talk for just a second?" 

"Yeah, give me just a moment,"  I stood up from the couch in the small lobby room.  I held my phone against my chest and whispered to Zayn.  "I'll be back in a minute, it's an important call from back home.  

"Okay, sorry.  We're working in the studio today, so I had to make it outside," I moved outside the recording studio where the boys and I were working on our sophomore album.  It took a bit of maneuvering, but with the help of a bodyguard I was able to make it to a corner of the building where screaming fans and paparazzi weren't able to get to me.

"Harry, when are coming back to England?"

"Not for another month or so," I replied.  "Mr. Wellman, is everything okay?"

"It's Sierra,"

"What about her?" I raised an eyebrow.  "I was just texting her this morning, she seems well,"

"Harry, I know that you're a busy man these days," the older gentleman explained.  "But, you need to come home for a bit,"

"Why?"

"She's sick,"

"What do you mean she's sick?" I held his phone up to my ear and covered the other with his other hand, with all the noise coming from the street it was hard to hear.  "Was she in an accident or something?"

"No, Harry.  Look, it sounds pretty busy and noisy there.  Give me a call back as soon as you can, okay?  In the meantime, please try to free up your schedule, even if it's only for a couple days,"

"Mr. Wellman, please," I spoke with urgency in my voice.  "Tell me what's going on,"

"Now isn't the time.  When your day is over and you're able to find some quiet time give me a call, no matter what the time, okay?"

"But, I-"

"I'll talk to you then,"

Before I could say anymore there was a click on the other end.  I took a deep breath, feeling my heart rate speed up, as I quickly tried to call Sierra.   After a few rings, it was sent to voicemail.  I growled to myself, becoming more aggitated and worried. I was able to calm myself enough to quickly type out a text message:

Answer your phone.  I need to talk to you. 

Sierra Wellman was my best friend, inseperable since we met in grade school. I couldn't possibly number all the memories that I had with her.  Family bbq's, movies, double dates, prom, hell we had lost their virginity to each other just a few years ago.  

I couldn't help but think back to the night before I left to go on tour with the band.   She had been dating a guy from Bradford, who ended up breaking her heart.  Fortunetely, I was there to pick up the pieces. I laid in bed with her that night while she cried in my arms, eventually falling asleep together.

Unfortunately, in the past year I wasn't able to spend nearly as much time with her as I wanted.   There were plenty of nights where I fell asleep, wondering what she was doing or simply wishing I could be with her.  I longed to be able to sit on the couch and watch random movies or make fun of her horrendous cooking skills.

"Harry," Paul, our bodyguard peeked around the corner.  "The producers are looking for you,"

"Okay," I turned to follow him, just as I felt his phone vibrate in his hand.