Lost Stars

“If you want to know, you might wanna sit down then.”
I didn’t question.
Once seated on the couch, he opened his mouth, “I murdered a man.”
I choked.





I wandered around the house, too weary thinking about what do I even have to present in the Court in the next trial. “Today didn’t go too bad,” Harry spoke.

“Oh really? How so?”

“Well, for one, I’m not wearing an orange jumpsuit. So, I guess you did a good job.”

I shook my head. “Good? You call that good? It was enough to buy us some more time, nothing else. Connor was so clever to leave nothing for us… ”

Harry stood up and walked to me. “Hey, you did great. Believe it or not, you did. I’m proud of you. Really.”

I tried to smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna cook some lunch. Hopefully, it will be edible this time,” Harry said. “And as for the next trial… I know you’ll do something great. Again.”

I smiled, although not believing him.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. We both were startled by the sound of it. “I didn’t know we were going to have guests,” I pointed out.

Harry shrugged. “Well, I didn’t know I had a doorbell.”

He rushed to the door, opening it while the ‘guests’ were banging the door like there was so tomorrow. I grabbed my phone since I had 911 on speed dial, just in case.

Once the doors were open, the tigers were unleashed. “To the lad who made it!” Louis shrieked while stepping in.

I breathed out. Phew!

An exquisite line of wild boys followed Louis, all cheering that for some blessed reason, that their mate was still a free man.

 “It’s not really much of a win… Diana was convincing enough to pull in some more time. We’re up for a second trial in an odd day or two.” Harry explained to his friends.


Niall shrugged to add, “Too bad. We already got beer, so… some shit has to go down tonight!”

We all laughed. And without a doubt, it was agreed much to the favor of Niall.

All beer bottles were tossed open, cries of victory filling the air. All of us dressed in untamed wilderness and love, we had no way to stop. We went haywire all around the house, Harry least disgusted that his house was went from a curbside daydream to Hangover 4 in a matter of moments. We were all over the Karaoke machine, and then the swimming pool. For the grace of good timing, we pulled out Liam just before he could throw up in the pool. Next on our path of destruction stood Harry’s X Box. Much of it (being expensive and fancy, as usual) was new to me, but thanks to Louis’ quick 10 minutes tips and tricks, I caught up with the lads. I pretty much sucked, like everything else in my life, but at least I beat Zayn. And then, much out of breath and clear air, we headed for the terrace.

We were all lying down on the floor, beer in our hands, our eyes fixed on the night sky. None of us spoke for a really long time. The silence was most welcomed, with the occasional sound of our breaths and someone sipping in a gulp of their drinks. Harry spoke after a while, “I really doubt I’ll get out of jail, lads.”

Zayn replied, stretching his arms ton the sky, as if to catch the stars. “You will, bud.”


I looked down to see Niall patting on Harry’s shoulder saying, “Just so you know, I can’t look after you’re grandkids.”

That dork was dead drunk.



In an hour or so, all of them were gone. Blissfully enough, both Harry and me were tired to the bone, so we headed for our rooms. I jumped on my bed and that’s when I see my phone after a really long time, shining it’s light on me with 11 missed calls from Felix. I called him.

Felix profoundly screamed on the receiver. “WHERE WERE YOU!? Did you throw you’re phone into the Pacific or something?”

I replied, “Just a busy day. Tell me what you know.”

“Ok.” He coughed. “Once again, a major shocker. You know, I was just starting to take sides here, preferably Harry’s side, of course. But n-”

My eyes were drooping down. “Felix.”

“Fine fine. Chill girl.” I could picture him sweating with tension. “It’s about that gun in the murder trial you told me about. I did some digging and found that it was used to murder Andrew Sommers.”

I shut my eyes. “Yes, I know. What else?”

“Well… I know whose gun it is.”    

I sat up. “Who?”

I prayed. Connor. Please be Connor.

He hesitated. “Umm… it was purchased by Harry Styles.”


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