You live my life *complete*

One Direction is the biggest band in the world. Well, it used to be.
It's been one year since the band is over. Niall and Harry had an argument which causes the end of the boys band. But what if Niall and Harry meet again one day, at random, and they end living each other's life? Could the weirdest incident ever fix their friendship?


17. Harry's plan



Harry's POV


I stepped out of the car and Niall handed me the key of his house. I made my way toward the front door while he was looking for our suitcase in the trunk.

I didn't really know how I managed to find the keyhole as it was completely dark. We had taken the last flight to come back here so it was the middle of the night. Although we could have taken a flight earlier, we both had agreed it was better to come back at night so that we were sure not to come across anyone Niall knew here and more particularly Sally.

Then, I walked into the hall and started to look for the switch on the wall. It felt like I was blind; my eyes weren't used to the darkness yet.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, feeling something heavy on my foot. I turned around, trying to distinguish Niall's features - well, my own body as a matter of fact-. But his voice came from another side so it seemed obvious I wasn't looking at the right place.

"Sorry, Harry. Didn't see you!" he sounded rather amused.

Suddenly, the light turned on and I realized I was kind of glued against the wall, very far from the switch; which made Niall burst out laughing. I blinked my eyes many times, trying to get used to that sudden light.

"What's that thing you got my foot crushed with? Don't tell me you walk on my foot? I can't be that heavy!" I snapped at him. He chuckled and pointed out one of the suitcases on the floor.

"That's not me!" He raised in hands in the air with an innocent look on his face. I rolled my eyes and went into the living room, soon followed by Niall.

"I'll sleep on the couch! Go upstairs!" he said happily before yawning loudly. "I'll take a blanket and a pillow and then I'll be off to sleep!" he shouted while starting to get out of the room. But I grabbed his hood and he stopped suddenly, almost falling on the floor. He turned around and looked daggers at me.

"What do you want? You almost strangled your own body!" I snorted.

"I know you're tired but you will have to sleep later!" He raised an eyebrow and I carried on, "we have to do something for you concert!" Sadness appeared on his face and he looked down at the ground.

"Niall?" I tried to look him in the eyes but he didn't move. I was about to call him again but he finally spoke in a whisper, "I wish there could be something we could do about that. I know this concert means everything to Sally and the others members but it also means a lot for me. It would have been the first time I would be performing after... After what happened..." He sobbed.

"They're gonna hate me afterwards but I guess I will have to tell them I am ill or I broke an arm..." He shook his head and tears fell down.

I put my arm around his shoulder and he rested his head on mine, making me almost 'eat' my own curls. I didn't know that could be so annoying to have hair tickling your face!

"What you have to think is that if you tell them you're ill, you can be sure Sally will come and really break you an arm so you really won't  be able to play," I teased him and a weak smiled appeared on his face. "But you will take part of this concert! At least, your body will! I will perform for you; and as you as well."

He smiled widely, making his eyes lighten up through the tears. "Thanks Harry!" He made a short pause and then asked with a more serious voice, "But how?"

I smiled cheekily and exclaimed, "I was waiting for you to ask me! I'll explain you my idea but first, go and look for your guitar!" He raised an eyebrow and walked away, mumbling words I didn't understand.




"Here it is!" He came back a few minutes later. I was sitting on the couch and he moved closer toward me, his guitar in his hand.

"So? What's next?" he asked awkwardly while sitting beside me. I took the guitar and shouted,

"Teach me how to play the songs you would have played at your concert!"

He suddenly started to laugh. Did I say something funny? But his laughter faded away as he realized I wasn't laughing at all.

"You were serious?" he said slowly. I nodded and he scratched the back of his head with awkwardness.

"Simon told us he didn't know how to fix it. And neither do we. We don't have time to look for a solution..." I stared at him and carried on, "We have to do so, Niall. There is no other solution."

He sighed, "Ok. Let's give it a try then!" He took the guitar back and started to play for a short while. Then, he stopped and smiled at me.

"Your turn!" He showed me where to place my fingers and I started to play. Well, I am not really sure the word play was the right one to use.

Niall looked at me and tried to smile but I could see despair in his eyes.

"The night is going to be long..." he whispered.


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