The Only Exception | W2S

EIGHT.

"We can definitely make that happen, for sure," he replies, finishing his cigarette.

"I'm still impressed that you guys managed to sell out Wembley in a few hours," I tell him truthfully. "That's not an easy achievement."

"We were all shitting ourselves. When we first announced it, everything felt so crazy, and great, but then we all started to panic if we'd aimed too high. I guess not," he shrugged, but still looked proud of himself.

"There is not a universe where that didn't sell out. You guys are big time now, like c'mon," I smile, also finishing my cigarette. "I'm gonna be sat with all the WAG's, drinking my cocktails and having the time of my life," I say, already imagining it.

"I'm starting to think you're using us for the free alcohol," he says, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Only starting to? Come on, Harry. Catch up. I'm definitely using you for the free alcohol. It's my favourite perk."

"Not even the delicately rolled cigarettes?" He asks, holding up another two from his pouch.

"Well, when you put it like that...."

"I'm home!" I shout out into the deserted living room, hoping one of my roommates would answer. After spending a few hours with Harry, I was glad to be home, but I also didn't particularly want to be alone today.

I'd spent the entire day masking, hiding behind a facade that I was well and truly over everything mental and emotional wound from my previous relationship, but the truth was, I wasn't. There were some wounds that felt like they'd never fix.

"George? Arthur? Hattie?" I called out, knocking on both of their doors, but there was no answer from either of them.

Finally, I reached my room, where there was a post it note stuck onto the door.

Holly,

Hattie's dad isn't very well, so we've gone to hers to visit. Will be back tomorrow. Message me if you need to,

George

It still didn't explain where Arthur was, but it was probable that he was out filming another video.

I took the note off of my door, and headed into my room, placing it onto the desk.

My bed looked cosy, and inviting, but I knew if I got into it right now, I'd end up curling into a ball, and start crying, and I didn't want to do that. At least not quite yet.

So, I headed for the shower, hoping that it would freshen me up.

But, as I was grabbing my towel, there was a knock on the front door, which halted my entire evening. I already knew it wouldn't be George or Arthur, and Harry and Tobi were both ing the rest of the day, so I was stumped as to who was at the door.

I was slightly annoyed that it meant I had to postpone my shower, but I headed to the door anyway, opening it to reveal a group of people I didn't expect to see today.

"What on earth are you guys doing here —" I start, my face breaking out into a proper, genuine smile.

"You didn't think we were going to let you be by yourself today, did you?" Talia grins, giving me a long, tight hug, where we started to sway in rhythm together.

Faith and Freya stood behind her, both smiling at me too.

"Guys," I say, my voice cracking a little bit as tears started to well up in my eyes. "This is so — you are so —"

"Amazing? We know. And we have brought with us trashy nineties movies, drinks, and — best of all, a karaoke machine," Freya reveals, holding up the bags that she and Faith were holding.