Harry shut his laptop in frustration before groaning and leaning his head on top of it.
His searches had been successful, but now he felt even more fucked. It seemed Harry had still gone on to try out for The X Factor - as had Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall - but Louis and Niall hadn’t made it past bootcamp. Harry and Zayn had gotten cut at judges houses and Liam had been one of the first to go once live shows came around.
After that, Harry went back to complete his A Levels and attend uni. He now apparently worked at an up-and-coming online publication with his sister, where he wrote articles and took photos.
As for the others…Harry was a bit floored to be honest. After googling and tracking down their social media he found that Louis was a Public Relations Manager for West Bromwich Albion FC. His Twitter was locked down tight, as was his Facebook, likely because of his position held with a Premier League club, but at least he was somewhat nearby and seemed to be doing well for himself.
Liam had his own music production company based out of Manchester. He worked with all sorts of artists varying from Adele to Stormzy, even Drake. Harry about cried he was laughing so hard thinking about how his Liam would feel about helping work production with some of his favorite artists. His social media was a mess, but Harry had fun looking at all of his selfies and shirtless gym videos he was constantly posting.
Niall was, of course, the free bird. Harry could see him in any number of professions, but the one this Niall had apparently chosen was that of a Promoter. He flew all around the world and tweeted about club openings, special performances and events, and anything else the owners wished to advertise. If Niall promoted it all on his Instagram and Twitter, it looked to be a huge success. Because of that, Harry actually had no idea what he appeared to have as his home base, though he was in London, Dublin, and Miami most often.
Harry wanted to reach out to them, but what would he say? What would his reasoning be? At this point, Harry didn’t even know what difference it would make if he did. All he knew was something inside of him, his conscience or his very own Jiminy Cricket or whatever it was, was saying the boys were key to getting Harry back where he belonged. Maybe all he needed to do was get his best friends all together in the same room again. Or, even better, back where it all began for them: at Robin’s bungalow.
As the plan began to solidify in Harry’s head, he knew this was going to be harder than he would like and would probably be time consuming. But it would be worth it. It had to be. He needed to get back home.
Back to How it Was by lululawrence with art by @harrehleh
Now posted as part of @onedirectionbigbang!
Credit and thanks to @jaerie for the photo.
