Farewell Sessions • larry • english translation.

Prologue

Harry Styles had called his lawyer the same morning he got the news to be soon revealed to the rest of the world, and with a gloomy tone in his voice he had said there was nothing in his power to fix the terrible upcoming events.

Four years ago, he left his signature on a contract he should never have signed. A contract where he was guaranteeing his comeback, if the team needed him to.

But after four damn years where nobody said a word about a posible reunion, Harry never thought that, now, they would try to bring back to life what was dead since the first moment each one of them sat foot out of that band.

One Direction was coming back when nobody had any hope left, not even the members.

He remembered the clause like he had read it yesterday.

«Each one of the members can sign up with other teams outside of Sony, just like they can work on other projects if they want to, but until the expiration of the contract, the twenty-fifth (25) of January of two thousand and twenty (2020), they have the obligation of showing up to any commitment the company believes appropriate»

It had been four years since he signed it, and he did it because he never thought his life would be the way it is now. He felt he was on the top, a top the band never let him reach, and he didn't want to come back.

But it wasn't twenty-fifth of January yet. It wasn't 2020. And they were still under the orders of Sony, whom after four years of not wanting to know anything about what it was once it's biggest source of income, suddenly they came back, threwing down every single effort Harry put on to forget the first day he shook hands with the devil for the first time.

He was, then, forced to pause indefinitely the making of his second solo album and got on a plane where he felt he was running out of oxygen during the most part of it. He crossed the whole globe until he finally got to London where he settled in a hotel the same company had booked, as considered as usual.

He didn't know exactly what they were about to propose, a new album or maybe a farewell show, but he wasn't able to wait for the meeting scheduled for the next day and he reached out for his phone before he even could settled down in his room.

He hadn't kept in touch with any of his former bandmates, because he never felt like he really wanted to. It was a long time ago since they had stopped being his friends, in some point they became simply acquaintances, and now they were nothing.

But he needed to feel like he wasn't alone, that he wasn't the only one who felt powerless due to the way Modest! decided to play again with them.

He had just kept Liam's number, and not because he wanted to keep it but because it was him who he added after he deleted his number just to ask him that, in front of cameras, to never mentioned his name again.

He asked him to forget the fact that Harry Styles was once a part of One Direction, and to also let the others know.

But now, he was calling him. He thought he wouldn't answer, and he couldn't blame him if he didn't but after such a long time apart, he forgot that Liam used to be kind even with the people who didn't deserve it.

—Hello.

Liam's greeting was mixed with a bit of coughing from the other side of the line. Harry couldn't help but scratch his head uncomfortably when he listened to his voice. He sat at the edge of his freshly made bed to answer.

—Hello.

He felt fake. Like he was being himself for the past three years, openly and appearanceless, and suddenly he was putting on a mask to talk with one of the people he despised the most after he mentioned his name on an interview a couple of years ago, just because it was convenient for him in that moment.

He then sensed that feeling of being in the most famous boyband in the world, running through his body for the first time he left that band. That feeling of lies, hipocrisy and manipulation that only One Direction could bring back within him.

—Do you agree? —Harry snapped, going straight to the point—. With any of this. With the contract. With the fact they called us after four years.

Liam's answer took a while, leaving behind a deep and slow sigh.

—We were all agree four years ago, that's why we signed it, didn't we?

—That doesn't mean that you have to be happy for what is happening.

He didn't even seem happy to be talking to Harry, because his answers were delayed and there were sighs in between.

—Could anyone be happy with any of this? —his former bandmate asked, with some sort of irony in his voice.

Harry just laughed without any sort of humour in his voice, running his hand over his face in frustration.

—Do you have any idea of what they want us to do?

—I don't know... —he was about to say his name but regretted it and snapped his tongue instead—... I don't know —he said again, clumsily—. But it will take less than a year for that contract to end, so you should probably get used to the idea that this will take more that a day to be over.

This wouldn't be a farewell show, the company, had time to demand much more than what they wanted to give, and they couldn't refuse.

—Have you talked to the others? —Harry asked then, slightly frowning as he looked down at the carpet on the floor.

—No. —he denied immediately. —But I don't think they agree.

Jesus, it has been four years. Enough time for everyone to rebuilt their lives, to even forget about the fact that band which changed their lives, even existed in the first place. Who could be agree to resume what was already over?

—So we have to wait for the meeting. —Harry said, slowly licking his lips—. See you tomorrow, I guess.

—See you tomorrow, Harry. —Liam answered, hanging up without saying another word.

He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. He undid the bloody bed in a huff where he couldn't even get all the rage he was holding in since he got that first call.

It was ridiculous. It had been four years, and the company wanted them back, ruining everything they had now and all they had left behind.

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PART I [PRESENT]: Consequences of past mistakes.

PART II [PAST]: Mistakes that led to the consequences.

PART III [FUTURE]: Epilogue.

A/N:

To begin the story in the present and then know what happened in the past and what will happen in the future, you can read it as it goes; to read it in chronological order, start with part II, part I and finally part III.

As you want, it doesn't matter how you read it, the result it'll be the same, except if you start with part III, which I don't recomend.

That's all, let the game begin.