Stay With Me

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Harry and Mae both feel lonely, but for different reasons. Harry is missing something he's struggling to find. Mae has a boyfriend, but she can't figure out why their relationship doesn't satisfy her.
Harry finds companionship, but is quickly turned away, empty again. Mae doesn't see a legitimate reason to breakup with her boyfriend, so she doesn't. When Harry and Mae are thrown together through music, will they find what they're missing?
*This story was inspired by the song Stay With Me by Sam Smith.


2. But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man

Someone down the counter yells for the man then, and I get to pull out my journal again. I go back to the pen tapping, but this time Louis comes up to me.

“Is that your glass of beer?” Louis asks.

“Um, yeah,” I say, sliding the journal in my pocket once again. Maybe I’d better just go back to the hotel.

“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?” Louis questions.

I shrug. “I just don’t feel like it.”

“But we’re celebrating!” Louis exclaims. “It’s the end of tour! We’re done! We’re home!”

It doesn’t really feel like home. Maybe if I actually had a home and got to see my family. We only got back this morning, so I haven't gotten the chance to see them yet.

“Yeah, I know,” I tell him. I take a sip of beer to please him.

“Oh, come on, you baby,” Louis complains. “Chug it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Chug it,” he repeats. “Come on lads,” he yells to the rest of the boys. “Chug it, chug it, chug it!”

They join in with him and just to get them to be quiet, I pick up the glass and down it as quickly as I can as the boys cheer. “Are you happy?” I choke out.

“Yes I am,” he says, slapping me on the back. He sits on the stool next to me and continues, “But you still aren’t. Can’t you have a little fun tonight?”

“Sorry.” I shrug. If I could just think of something to write and get it down on paper, I might be able to have fun. But I can’t think of anything to write and I can’t concentrate in this room. I need this release. Writing makes me feel better.

“Hey, Harry, look who it is,” he says, pointing across the room. I look to where he’s pointing and see Abigail Crawshaw, my first ever girlfriend. I smile. It’s nice to see an old friend. “Why don’t you go talk to her?” Louis asks.

“Yeah, good idea,” I agree, sliding off my stool with a nod.

I push through the crowded room to her, moving past people who probably all know my name. Funny that I still feel all alone.

“How’s it going?” I ask when I get to her.

“Harry!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around me. “What are you doing here? When did you finish touring?”

“We just got back to London today,” I say.

“Cool! It’s so nice to see you!”

“You too. How are you?” I ask.

“Not too good, actually,” she tells me sadly. “My boyfriend and I broke up today.”

“I’m sorry about that,” I say. I actually don’t feel bad. I’m glad to be reveling in misery with my old friend. Then I feel bad for not feeling bad, and I determine I will do everything I can to make her happy tonight.

We decide to sit at a booth and I tell her to order whatever she wants, that I’ll pay for it. We chat for a good while before she mentions how late it is. I look at my watch and notice it’s a little after midnight. It’s actually not very late, but I don’t say anything.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I ask. She would be a good excuse to leave. I’d make sure she got home before I headed back to my hotel. The boys wouldn’t argue.

“I was thinking you’d take me back to your hotel.”

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