HARRY'S POV
I laid on the couch staring up at the ceiling. My stomach was killing me.
No more FaceTime pancake eating contests with Niall.
Right now I'm living in LA, on a break after releasing my second solo album. As much as I enjoyed being able to explore music on my own, I missed some of the fun that One Direction brought. Touring on my own wasn't the same, but it allowed me to be a more authentic version of myself. And I'm grateful for that.
Mum and Chris are living in New York now, Madison and Jackson are there too. Whenever I would play New York they would come to my shows which was nice.
Except for Madison.
I honestly couldn't tell you the last time I had seen her. She stuck around while we were touring with the 5sos boys, which I was kind of surprised about. But she made her peace with Luke, and so did I. It was a weird situation all around, but things got better with time.
She would come to our shows, hang out with all 9 of us. It was fun. Her and I could stay close and she managed to get along with the rest of us fairly well. Eventually though it was time for her to go to college and things changed.
I'm not really sure if she just pulled away because she changed her mind about our friendship or what, but there was probably some influence from Chris.
Of course, she had taken his diagnosis really hard. We all did.
But I couldn't be there like the rest of them... and she probably resented me for it.
I put my career before them, but to some extent my contract didn't really give me a choice.
Some days I wanted to pick up the phone and call her, but so much time had passed between us. I know Niall will check in with her sometimes. Luke too. And some of the rest of them even.
Of course Mum will tell me about what's going on with all of them, but talking to her isn't the same as hearing it straight from Mads herself.
I have some time before I am to go on tour for Fine Line, so I'm trying to plan a trip to New York. At the very least to be able to visit with Mum and Chris... I honestly don't know if Madison will speak to me.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone.
Many many tweets to look at.
I was interrupted by my phone ringing, it was my mum.
"Hello," I said trying not to groan, my stomach did hurt.
"Harry..." my mum started. But I could tell something was off.
"What's wrong?!" I said quickly sitting up straight. Maybe a bad idea.
"I know you're busy working and getting ready for your tour but... if you can come to New York right now I think that would be best." She stated.
"Is everything okay? Is Chris okay? Madison?"
"For now... yes. But after today things aren't looking good. I'd rather not explain it all over the phone, do you think you'd be able to come out?" She asked. I knew she was trying to hold it together.
"Of course," I said without hesitation. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thank you, Harry. Let me know your flight plans. I'll see you soon, I love you." And with that she hung up.
Quickly I started throwing stuff in a suitcase and I grabbed my phone,
"I need a flight to JFK, ASAP."
