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?


16. His answer


Niall's POV


"I know all this is happening because of me, "Simon started to answer, "But I can't help you. There is nothing I can do to fix it."

I looked toward my own body and saw that Harry was about to collapse on the floor. He was shaking from head to toe and his mouth was wide opened as he stared at Simon, probably repeating his last sentence over and over again.

"You. Can't. Help. Us," Harry said Simon's words very slowly, looking daggers at him.  I didn't know whether it was because Harry was in my body but Simon looked more scared of my body now than when I usually get angry. My own face was frightening and it was obvious Harry was boiling with anger. And this wasn't a good news at all.

I rushed toward him and held his arm tightly. He didn't even look at me.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked Simon is with a surprising calm tone.

Simon looked up at him, slightly surprised and replied, "I did this because I had enough of you behaving like little children toward each other. Even after not talking for a whole year, nothing had changed between the two of you. Nothing we had tried had worked so I decided this was the best solution; and also the only one remaining." He paced around his desk for a short while and he carried on as Harry's stare followed him. "I can't help you fixing this. You have to find a way by yourself or you will stay like that forever." I noticed Harry clenching his fists and I held his arm tighter.

Simon noticed it as well but carried on as if he didn't see anything, "Don't ask me if I know what you have to do get back in your respective body because I don't. Only you can find it."

"How long is it going to take?" Harry asked sharply and Simon shrugged his shoulders.

"It depends on the time you need to find a solution." He made a short pause; it seemed he was looking for his words. "Or maybe, it depends on the time it will take you to realize you've been stupid and acting childishly during the year."

Harry crossed his arms on his chest and looked nastily at Simon. "I haven't been stupid! How dare you say that?" he spat at him.

"Watch your mouth, Harry. You can't deny it; that's the truth whether you like it or not." Simon looked at me and I nodded weakly; he was right. Then, he waited for Harry to say something but Harry didn't move an inch.

"Simon's right, you know," I whispered to him but firmly shook his head.

"He's not." Simon rolled his eyes but Harry ignored him.

Why was he so stubborn? I didn't know he could be such a spiteful person after such a long time since what happened happened. I knew he hated me for what I've done but it wasn't that much to my opinion. There was no need to be so angry after a whole year.

I sighed, knowing that Harry wouldn't apologize to me easily.

Suddenly, my phone went off in Harry's pocket. He looked down at it with a very serious face. He put it back in his pocket and told, "Well, as you can't help us fixing it, there is no need for us to stay here any longer. Goodbye, Simon." And without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the room.

"Don't pay attention to what Harry's saying, Niall. He'll change his mind sooner or later. I know he can't hate you forever; he's basically a good person." He smiled weakly and I nodded.

"I hope you're right about that," I whispered before rushing out of the room to follow Harry.

I found him near the lift; he seemed to be waiting for me.

"At last! I thought you'd never come!" he muttered sharply. I didn't reply and we stood in the corridor, waiting for the lift to come, in silence.

"We should go back to Ireland. Your concert is very soon and you wouldn't like missing it, would you?" he said calmly a short while afterwards, looking down at his hands.

"Yes, I wouldn't. But I can't perform as you so it doesn't matter anymore whether I'll be there or not," I whispered with sadness. I knew I wouldn't be able to play on that day. Sally and the others would hate me and I didn't want to deceive them but there was nothing I could do.

"I think I have a solution," Harry told me as we walked into the lift. I raised an eyebrow but he ignored me and carried on, "I'm not sure about it yet, though. But before that, we really have to go back to Ireland!"

"Why do you want to go back there all of the sudden?" I asked him amused. I wasn't really expecting him to say that.

"Because... Because," he scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to answer. "Because that's where you belong!" he exclaimed as he must have found the right excuse.

I laughed gently. "Sally threatened to tear you to shreds if you didn't come back straight away, didn't she?" He nodded slightly and I burst out laughing.

"At least, if she does, it will be you who will suffer," I teased him.

"But that's your body so I don't really care," Harry shrugged his shoulder, smiling cheekily.

"That's not fair," I complained and Harry started to laugh loudly.


A short while later, we walked out of the lift and made our way through the building's entrance, still helpless with laughter. It has been a long time since this last happened, I thought to myself.


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