SPACES [Editing]

Is this the Truman Show?

There are no Louis/Harry POVs for this chapter, it's also the last short one, a bit of a filler before the next big chapters, so pls enjoy!!!!!

James Corden

"You're finally here!" Harry welcomed me at the airport with open arms. He looks... normal. Not what I was expecting.

I have not seen him before he left, but I've heard many things from the others. He doesn't look like a wreck now, neither does he look overly-fine.

I was expecting his fake normal, but this man looks like the man we all know.

"You better have an explanation and it better be good." I warned him before he gave me a big hug.

I couldn't even process it properly in my head. I've been Louis's psychiatrist, everyone else just decided to hide the truth from him, I had to sit down and listen and hold myself back, and now I'm here, in Paris, after a half-day trip. It's insane. And that's saying something coming from someone in my profession.

"I need someone to talk to." He was still hugging me. That's when I realised that he flew me here not to be a psychiatrist. I'm here to be his friend.

"You couldn't talk to me on the phone? You couldn't just stay and not fly out to this city and just talk to your friends? Your sister? Your husband? Which, by the way, didn't even know that you're married and you dragged me and everyone else into your mess? Do you know what you've done?! Do you know how absolutely exhausted we are?" I nagged like I always did. I bet he already saw this coming, but he didn't think I was gonna start here.

"Look I know you had a long flight so maybe you can just relax for a bit at the hotel. You're in the city of love, alright? Relax for a bit." He pulled my luggage for me.

We walked towards his luxury car and I wasn't even surprised that he already had a chauffeur and an assistant.

"You better start explaining now," I warned him again.

He knows exactly how he left things back in America, but no one got close enough to call him out for it. I had to take the opportunity.

"You're not even going to ask how I'm doing? How I am today? What I'm feeling at the moment? I'm disappointed."

"By the looks of it, I'd say you're doing okay. I couldn't tell what's on your mind, though. You've gotten pretty good at hiding that. You need to tell me. I'm a psychiatrist, not a mind-reader." I told him.

I waited for him to speak. And I was aware that it probably wasn't the best environment, but I'll take it as early as I can. This isn't a consultation, anyway.

"I'm scared." He confessed.

"Of what?"

"Of home. Of everything." He was serious about it.

And I know how it is, although not to the smallest detail, but I know what Harry's going through.

It may seem like Louis's the only one who's experiencing a psychological shock, But so is Harry. He may not have the trauma, but he's just as shocked. What's worse is that he hasn't talked to anyone about it, not even his closest friends.

"Are we starting our session now?" I joked.

"No this is not a session. Talk to me as James. Not as a doctor."

"Alright. I'm here." I told him. He probably needs a friend now more than ever, and if he's willing to fly me to France and back just so he has someone who doesn't think he's a jackass, then he's probably not playing around.