Complicated

Chapter | 18 |

Liam's Pov

I woke up the next day with Harry sitting beside my bed. He was watching some movie on my TV, well not really watching it because he had his headphones in, his music playing so loud that I could hear it. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at him, grabbing his attention.He took his headphones out and looked at me, "Look who's finally awake. How're you feeling mate?"

"The pain is still here but it;s almost gone. My doctor says this'll be probably be my last day here, if the tests they took last night come back better than what it first was when I came in initially." I explained to him, pressing the button that made the bed go up, putting me into a sitting position.

Harry nodded, "Good, we were starting to actually miss you. Zayn was going to be here but for some reason he skipped out."

"That's fine," I told him looking at y empty bedside table. "Hey, usually when I wake up there's a tray of food right here." I said looking at Harry with a raised brow.

"Okay, about that..." He began but I raised my hand to stop him fro saying his excuse, I knew he ate it, he inhales everything

I shook my head, "I know you ate it, so shut up." I chuckled and pressed the button for the nurse to come.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, "You know me so well, anyway we have a few hours to kill before visiting hours are over and they give me the boot, what do you want to do?" He asked leaning back and running his fingers through his hair.

"What is there to do in a hospital other than talk and watch whatever crap they have playing on tv?" I asked. "I wish I had my guitar at least, I could be writing songs right now."

"Why do you do that anyway, it's not like your going to perform them or anything."

"I do it because it relaxes me, and it's not my fault you guys don't want to sing what I write." I told him shrugging his shoulders. "If you'd rather perform the songs Zayn writes when he's in a pissed mood that's fine, I love Heavy Metal but I think we should take a new direction."

He rose a brow, "A new direction, to what, pop? We've been on the same page since day one, there's only one direction for us to go, and that's Metal. That's what we're good at, don't try to fix something that isn't broken mate."

"We wouldn't be switching into pop, we'll be more on the rock side of the spectrum just not what we're used too. We need to broaden our horizons. Metal was good when we first started but now I want to expand my musical reach as an artist."

"That beating really fucked you up didn't it?" He asked his features confused. "I've never heard you talk like this in my life. I thought you loved our sound."

He didn't understand, he would never understand so there was no point in explaining further. "I do, it was just a suggestion, a stupid one at that. Just forget I even brought it up."

Harry shook his head, "If you want us to play your music, we'll play it in a heavy metal tone. That's what we do Liam, that's what we decided on years ago. I know our kickoff is slow, but we'll get into the business soon."

"I know, don't worry about it. I'm fine with the way things are." I lied leaning back.

"Good, changing now would just knock us down to square one, you now that right?"

I nodded, he was so delusional, we were still in square one. We haven't had a gig in months, our practices were slack and our fan base was deteriorating quickly. There was no point in even being a band anymore, we never talked about band things, like what's our next move. Nobody was serious but me about actually doing this, nobody else was a music major but me.  The only thing Harry had going for him was his voice and the determination he had to make it, but he had no actions to back up that determination. That's what disappointed me about him, I just wanted them to be with me and see my point of view, but getting them to do that was trying to get a brick wall to speak, impossible.