How To Save A Life - The Fray (Lyrics)(AAC-High Quality).mp3 I just love this song and
wanted it for this fan fic.
(A/N: The songs at random points in the story are songs that fit whatever part best in my
opinion. They're labeled for the parts because I'm a nerd with OCD.
Chapter 1: The Man from the Cold
*Harry's POV
“Are you sure you don’t need an escort, Harry? Fan and pap activity seemed a little
higher tonight for some reason.” Liam lays a concerned hand on my shoulder, sparkling
brown eyes filled with genuine concern that is hard to come by in this cruel world nowadays.
Unfortunately true, the world is a cruel, intolerant place.
I shrug his hand off with a small smile “I’ll be okay, Li. If I need him, I can always call
Paul. Besides, my flat isn’t too far from here.” Liam shoots me a look, but smiles anyway. I grab
his warm cheek with my hand “there’s that sexy Payne smile we all love!” Hey, tell me I'm wrong
about that adorable smile! Being gay has its perks.
Liam laughs and rolls his eyes, swatting my hand away and running his hand over his
shaved head “okay, well, we’ll see you soon. Go home and get some rest Harry, you really need
it.” No shit, Sherlock! Jk, I still love you!
“You don’t have to tell me twice, Li. G’night boys!” I walk towards the back door,
grabbing my pea coat and scarf as I bid a quick hug and good night to the rest of my wonderful
band members. Who are with me when we complain about our tyrannical Management. I tie
the scarf tightly about my neck and slip into the coat Niall had given me for a ‘just ‘cause’ gift. A
much enjoyed blessing with the weather turning as cold as it’s been. My long fingers work the
buttons and I grab my black satchel, which the others have already dubbed my ‘man purse.’
Twats, I’ll give you a man purse!
I run a hand over my quiffed curls and hitch the satchel strap onto my shoulder, opening
the back door with my collar turned up. The cold winter air hits me like a hateful slap to the face.
At least I didn’t park too far from here. I yank the back door closed as much as I can to keep the
inside of the building as warm as possible until the others leave. It’s time to get home, I'm tired
and it’s freezing and nearly eleven at night. And I could use a nice warm cuppa. My long legs
carry me hurriedly to my car as the snowflakes fall slowly and carefully, free and weightless.
I decide to pause a minute and take a look at my surroundings. The other cars belong
to the boys and Paul. The streets are quiet and the snowflakes shine in the orange of the street
light. The moon is hidden by clouds; the streetlights are the only bit of illumination. I turn my
face to the cloudy night sky, allowing snowflakes to melt on my cheeks and as they gather
