Postcards || Larry a.u. (boy x boy)

Part 8

**Author's Note: Go and listen  to Over Again on YouTube, because that was the song that inspired this chapter. :-) Only about one more part after this one! Then I can finally say I finished a story!! WOOOPP. okay, let's read, then. Don't forget to Fan/Vote/Comment .x

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What we came up with was pretty decent. The song is titled Over Again. We showed it to Simon the following week and he said we had to put it on this upcoming album – even though we were just about to release it.

I walked into the dining room and spread the parts out on the table. Ed always lets us decide which part we want to sing. Louis and I still haven’t talked much, but I take the little that he does give me. I was hoping that the song would bring us closer together – in an unspoken, artistic way.

“Okay lads,” I folded my arms as they trudged inside. Today was an early start for all of us, we were up at about 4 just to go and record before the fans saw us. So we had to choose quickly.

“I call the bridge!” Zayn said as he wiped the sleep from his eye.

I tossed him the flimsy sheet of paper.

“Dammit, Harry!” He cried as the paper darted in and out of his reach and slowly floated to the ground. He shouted when he snatched for it – giving him a paper cut and crumbling the paper in the process.

“First verse,” Liam had a hand over his eyes as he grabbed sleepily at the table, waiting for me to slide the verse into his hand.

“Could I have the part after Liam?” Niall yawned innocently as I gave him the next snippet of the song.

“What part do you want, Louis?” I asked, my voice extra husky as it always is in the mornings.

“You can choose first,” Louis said barely over a whisper.

“Okay,” I chose the first part of the second verse – the one that I wanted – and gave Louis the only remaining part: the part following mine.

Oh, no…

“Actually, Louis, can you trade with someone else?” I swear, I could already feel the sweat forming on my creased brow.

“Why, Harry?” Liam asked, suddenly awake.

“Yeah, is there something wrong with it?” Zayn looked at Louis’ sheet from over his shoulder.

“No!” I said a bit too loud, and snatched the paper from Louis. “No… There’s nothing wrong with it… Okay, Louis. Sorry for the fright.”

He glanced back at me a bit uneasy, but took the paper that I held out to him.

“Niall, the guitar chords are here as well,” I passed him the slip that had some gibberish written on it.

“Yeah, break out the guitar so we can hear this bad boy,” Zayn said enthusiastically. Someone must’ve had a good nights rest…

Once Niall got the guitar and had gotten the right notes down, Liam started us off,

            “Said I’d never leave her cause her hands fit like my t-shirt

            Tongue-tied over 3 words, cursed.

            Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

            Body’s intertwined with her lips…”

Niall had a bit of trouble singing a new song while playing the guitar, but after a few tries, he finally got it,

            “Now she’s feeling so low since she went solo

            Hole in the middle of my heart like a Polo

            And it’s no joke to me

            So can we do it all over again?”

Again, it took us a while since we had never sung the song before and we couldn’t harmonize correctly at first, but we did get it within a few minutes…

            “If you’re pretending from the start like this

            With a tight grip, then my kiss

            Can mend your broken heart

            I might miss everything you said to me

            And I can lend you broken parts

            That might fit like this

            And I will give you all my heart

            So we can start it all over again.”

I had no trouble with my part,

            “Can we take the same road two days in the same clothes?

            And I know just what she’ll say if I can make all this pain go

            Can we stop this for a minute?

            You know, I can tell that your heart isn’t in it, or with it”

The boys had a laugh at me saying how they didn’t think I could talk so fast – let alone sing that quickly, but Louis brought us all back down to business (which was a first).

            “Tell me with your mind, body, and spirit

            I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British

            Whether we’re together or apart

            We can both remove the masks and admit that we regret it from the start”

I managed to keep a straight face once he had sung. It was almost impossible. He sang it with so much feeling and he sounded like he meant the words he was singing. I had to confront him. Who cares about the song, it doesn’t matter! Fuck the single, I wrote it for Lou – Ed wrote it for Lou… But, no matter; he was going to know how I feel about him – about this whole situation – whether he likes it or not.