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?


1. Prologue

Harry's POV

"Where the hell is Niall?" I yelled in the dressing room.

Liam and Zayn were sitting on a couch in silence, staring at me. Louis was leaned against the wall looking at his phone. He was about to put it in his pocket when it rang. He went into the corridor to answer.

"Where are you? Harry is getting mad." I heard him say as he closed the door. I was about to follow him but Liam stood up.

"Let Louis speak with him. Shouting against Niall on the phone won't make him come back faster," he told me calmly. He was right. I nodded and went to sat on a chair, calmer than the last few minutes. We waited a short time in silence.

Suddenly the door swung open and Louis walked in, looking anxious. He closed the door and faced us.

"Well... I have some good news and some bad. Which one should I say first?" He asked awkwardly.

"The good one," Zayn answered.

"We can walk on stage, everything is ready." He smiled weakly.

"And the bad one?" Liam asked as anxiety was written all over his face.

"Niall won't be here in time to perform," he told us in a whisper barely inaudible.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" I tried to speak with a calm voice.

I stood up and moved closer toward him. He stepped back.

"Please, Harry, calm down."

"But I am calm!" I yelled. I looked him in the eyes. I could see fear in them.

I moved backwards and shook my head. I can't blame Louis. He just told us what Niall had said to him. Then, I rushed out of the room and made my way toward the stage. I heard Louis, Zayn and Liam walking behind me.

"But...We can't go on stage without Niall!" Zayn exclaimed.

"We have no choice. We'll say he is sick., I told him sharply. And the four of us walked on stage as the crowd started to cheer up.


*After the concert*

We said goodbye to our fans and walked off stage before heading to the dressing room. I opened the door and saw Niall sitting on the couch. He was looking sad. I rushed toward him, grabbed his shirt and lifted him up.

"Where were you? We had to perform without you!" I spat at him. He mumbled a word I didn't get.

"What did you said?"

"I was at Nando's," he whispered looking down at his hands.

I released him, agape. I paced around the room, unable to believe what he said. He missed the concert for food? I stopped. I saw all the boys staring at me. He must be kidding, it couldn't be otherwise. I turned around, rushed toward him and punched him in the face. He collapsed on the floor, his nose bleeding.

"You are mental!" he shouted. He put his hand on his face and they were soon covered with blood. He looked at me with fury. He stood up, ran toward me and punched me in the stomach. It was so painful I had to hold on a chair not to collapse. He was about to punch me again but Zayn stopped him.

"Don't you dare come near me ever again!" I shouted, wincing.

"I won't, don't worry about that!" he yelled before walking out, his face and shirt covered with blood.




I woke up suddenly. I looked at the alarm clock: 2.00 am. I had dreamt about it, again. It's been a year since it happened but it kept haunting me. It had been a year since One Direction ended. It had been a year since I last saw Niall.

I got up and walked into the kitchen. I made hot chocolate and went to sit in the living-room.

We fought a year ago and I don't regret anything. I won't apologize to him.

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