Mute [A One Direction Fanfic] -Amy's Adventures Book 2-

Chapter 26

~Harry's POV~

I sit down on the couch, my heart beating a mile a minute. The interviewer, a woman named Rachel, is looking at me curiously, obviously surprised that I'm making an appearance. Or maybe it's because of the hospital bracelet still around my wrist.

"Hello! Today we've got One Direction!" Rachel says, starting the show. Liam puts his arm over my shoulder, encouraging me to smile. "So, what's been going on lately? How did Harry end up in the hospital again?" Rachel asks, looking at the bracelet.

"Well, the man who attacked Harry, Trent, came back. He's one of Greg's close friends, and he tried to stab me." Liam says, looking at me.

"Are you okay?!" Rachel asks in shock, and Liam nods.

"Harry saved me. He pushed me out the way and got stabbed in the stomach for it." Liam says, and I lift my shirt a bit, revealing the white bandages wrapped around my torso.

"Wow. Is Harry feeling better?" Rachel asks, assuming that I can't answer and asking someone else instead.

"That's not the only thing that happened to Harry." Louis says instead of answering. I laugh, surprising the woman and the cameramen who are filming the interview.

"I'm doing much better, but my stomach still hurts a bit." I say, and I swear Rachel nearly faints.

"You're talking again, I see." She says, quickly recovering. I nod, smiling.

"You can thank Liam for that. He finally managed to get me to start again." I say happily, looking at my friend.

"So does that mean that the tour is back on?" Rachel asks, looking at Liam.

"Yup. When we leave here we're going to go rehearse. We'll have to see how Harry's voice is doing singing-wise since he hasn't sung in nearly a year." Liam says, smiling back at me.

"Well I hope it goes well! I'm Rachel Mignarti, this is One Direction, and I'll see you all next time!" Rachel says, ending the show. The five of us leave, soon finding ourselves back in the rehearsal room that I was stabbed in. This time, there's three guards standing in front of the door Trent used. 5SOS are rehearsing, but they stop when we walk in, walking over with smiles on their faces.

"Hey guys!" Ashton says, waving a drumstick at us.

"Hello!" I reply, and all four of them smile.

"How'd the interview go?" Luke asks, and we all laugh.

"Harry nearly gave the poor woman a heart attack when he actually answered her question." Louis says, and the other four lads laugh with us.

"Well at least it will be funny." Calum says, shrugging.

"Speaking of which, when does the interview go out? I want to know when to shut off my Twitter." Michael says, looking down at his phone.

"About five minutes, I think." Liam replies, taking his own phone out. I pull my cellphone out of my pocket, opening my Twitter app and starting a new tweet.

@Harry_Styles: New interview coming out in a few minutes, I hope you like it. ;)

I send my tweet, smiling at the amount of responses I get. Liam smirks, looking at me and shaking his head.

"You just had to spoil it." He comments, and I nod.

"'Course I did." I say, looking back down when someone else replies.

@edsheeran: Glad to see you talking again, mate.

@Harry_Styles: Been long enough, hasn't it? Can't see why I stopped in the first place.

@NiallOfficial: Harry, you gonna rehearse or not?

@edsheeran: Go on, you've got your first concert tonight.

I smile, looking up from my phone to see Niall standing before me. He frowns, but I can tell that he can't stay angry. He's just too excited for that.

"Harry, come on." Niall says, putting his hand on my shoulder. We walk to the door, leaving 5SOS to rehearse and going to our own room. Tonight, I sing for the first time in nearly a year. Tonight, I get to experience that feeling again. I can't wait for tonight.

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I stand in the dressing room, staring at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing my usual white t-shirt and black skinnies, but somehow it feels different. I'm a different person now. Everyone said that they wanted the old Harry back, but even then I knew that wasn't possible. I'll never be quite the same again, but that's alright. I think now I'm a better person.

"Harry, you coming?" Liam asks, poking his head into the room. I nod, putting a smile on my face and following him to the back of the stage. We join Niall, Zayn, and Louis, and even from back here, the screams are deafening. We're given mics, Niall gets his guitar, and the intro video ends. Before I can even blink, Liam is starting the first solo of one of our songs, there are lights everywhere, and I'm on a stage. The fans somehow get louder, and I can't help but smile. This is where I belong.

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"So, Harry, how's it going?" Liam asks, a question every fan was most likely thinking. I shrug, sitting down next to Niall and staying silent. The fans start yelling at me, and I laugh, shaking my head.

"I'm good, I'm good." I say, still laughing. "I was going to just stay quiet but I guess that didn't work." Liam nods, and Niall pokes my shoulder.

"Mate, I don't think you're going to stop talking for the next few months. Make up for lost time." Louis says, joining Liam at the front of the stage. Zayn stays back, watching the conversation with a smile on his face.

"I agree. Sorry if I talk your ears off, but blame Liam. He got me talking again." I say, smiling. It's incredible to me that I can joke about this so soon after it happened. I've still got bandages wrapped around my stomach, and I will for the next week and a half. I've still got dark scars on my wrist, a constant reminder of what I tried to do. But everything is getting better. Niall's bruise is fading, my scar is fading, and everyone is talking more. There's only one problem: Trent is still out there, and he's still angry.