That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Fifty One - Three Months.

LIAM’S POV.

We all walked into the small white walled room with jarrah wood floorboards and stood awkwardly in front of the large wooden table that sat directly in front of our feet. 

Harry nudged my side softly and I moved my attention from my white ALL STARS to his curly mop of hair, raising my eye brows in anticipation of what he was going to say.

“What do you think this is all about?” He whispered softly as his eye brows furrowed and his light acne filled forehead creased.

“I don’t know.” I said matter of factly, because I really had no idea why Simon would want us to come back to his office. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked over to the door that had creaked open suddenly. We were faced with the salt and pepper haired man as he took his glasses off his nose and folded them into his collar so they dangled carelessly. 

He made his way over to the black chair that was sat snugly under the wooden table and untucked it, planting his bottom on the plush leather and tucking himself back in. His laced his fingers in between each other and leaned his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his locked fingers. 

“So boys,” He began, gaining the attention of us four boys who stood in front of him, not that we took our eyes off of him since he arrived.

“I would like you all to do something for me.” He continued as we all furrowed our eyebrows in anticipation.

“Something for the fans.” He continued again. He was always like this. Always seemed to drag things out and leave us waiting. No matter what it was.

“Something for you.” He continued again, making sure to leave at least a thirty second gap in between sentences. 

The room was tense and we all stood waiting for what he wanted to say, knowing that it would be something big, something scary even.

“You’re going to be writing a song.” He finished.

I looked around to the boys and our facial expressions mirrored each other, mouths open and eyes wide.

“What?” Louis asked, raising his eyebrows and being the first of the boys to break the thick silence that wafted over the room.

“You heard me.” Simon stated, resting his arms folded across the wooden table.

“But why?” Zayn asked. Turning to take a look at me, complete and utter confusion plastering his face.

“Because you’re going on another tour.” Simon added, his face straight.

“Another tour!?” We all chorused at the same time, looking around at eachother, confused.

“Yes. You’ll be writing a song with Ed Sheeran during the next couple of months and when that song is finished, it will be released and you will announce your tour.” Simon said, making eye contact with each one of us boys.

“But we can’t sing without Niall.” I stated in a monotone.

“Count yourself lucky Payne, remember what happened last time you stepped into this office?” Simon said.

I bowed my head down in shame, knowing that I shouldn’t even be singing because I was already supposedly “fired.”

“When are we starting?” Harry asked, his face as emotionless as a brick, I could see he didn’t want to do this. 

“Tomorrow.” Simon said as if the short length of time didn’t worry him at all.

“Tomorrow!?” We all shot back at once.