Teach Me How To Play Guitar (On Hold for now)

The Boys Are Back

The person who had knocked on the door didn't give me time to respond. I heard the door open, close, and the sounds of footsteps looking through my flat. I decided not to bother getting up to find the person, if they wanted to find me, they would - especially considering I wasn't exactly hiding.

I heard the footsteps stop in the doorway to my sitting room. I didn't look up, deciding to find a very interesting piece of my hoody to look at instead.

"Harry?"

That voice made my head snap up instantly. Standing in my living room door way was none other than my manager Simon Cowell.

I cleared my throat, "Simon," I pushed myself in to a sitting position instead of lying on the sofa, giving him space to sit down. He hesitated, but sat down sighing.

"Would you care to explain to me why you ran away?" He looked at me puzzled.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Before he could respond, I shot off my sofa and ran for the kitchen and turned the kettle on. Simon Cowell had returned from America and from his extremely busy schedule to come and make sure I had gotten home. I guess this was supposed to make me feel special... But it didn't... It made me feel guilty.

The kettle had stopped, and I knew I shouldn't be working my ticket, so I quickly made the tea so he wouldn't get suspicious and returned to him.

I put his tea on the coffee table and he gave me a stern look.

"Would you care to explain to me why you ran away?" He repeated.

I felt like saying no but I knew that it would be rude and I would probably lose my job so I said, "I just needed some space," I decided to stick to the same story that I had told my mam so if they asked her they wouldn't receive different answers.

"That was all was it?"

"Yup," I refused to look at him.

"I think you know that I don't believe you. I know that you will find a moment at some point to tell me and I hope it'll be soon, before it gets out of hand. How are you?"

"Not bad," It was the truth. My cancer wasn't hurting me at the moment, I felt normal at the moment.

He decided then to start sipping his tea. I asked him how he was doing in America and then we discussed my schedule. He then said to me, "Harry, if you feel the need to run away, please let me know beforehand so I can give my consent,"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know whether he was being funny or serious. I just nodded. I knew that he would never ever give me consent to run away, it would ruin our image as the perfect boy band with no problems and it would ruin Simon's image of being the best manager and the amazing man that runs the X Factor.

He had finished his tea, so he placed the empty mug on the coffee table and stood up, "I have a flight back to America to catch, if you ever need me, let me know,"

I nodded, but I would never contact him to tell him about my illness, no way. I let him out of my flat and then went and flopped back down on to the sofa. No sooner had I done this than another knock at the door sounded. All I wanted to do was to lie down and have a nice sleep full of happy dreams, but it didn't look as though that was going to happen today.

I sloped to the door. I opened it, "Surprise!"

The rest of the members of One Direction grinned at me. I couldn't help but smile back as Niall threw himself in to my arms shouting that he'd missed me, and when Louis handed me a cake made by Liam even though Louis took the credit for it, and how Zayn sat there acting all shy but then coming out of his skin eventually, and being the usual loud person that he is.