Harry stared up at the ceiling, he was alone in his room and had just come back from a late night shift at the bar. He sighed and rolled over to the other side of the bed, laying on his side. Clucking his tongue his rolled on his back, staring back at the ceiling. He sat up, getting out of bed and started prancing round the room.

Harry didn't like to feel bored, like his mother had always read from the Bible "An idle mind is the devil's workshop", Harry did his best to always keep himself busy, he'd read a book, watch a movie, dust the house over and over till Niall dragged him to bed.

Niall was already sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming of clouds turning to cakes, Harry thought. He stopped prancing and sat down at the foot of his bed. He looked down at his wrist, rubbing the old scars there, he had stopped cutting his wrist, he hated the sad look on Niall's face whenever he found the scars there. Niall always sent him a proud smile whenever his eyes came cross the old marks which were slowly fading away.

Tears rolled down Harry's face as he hung his head down in disappointment, if Niall came across the slashes at Harry's back, what would he say?

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Smoke.

Something was burning.

Louis jumped out of the bed and raced downstairs, this wasn't the first time Erin would decide to cook and almost burn the house down. He swore one day that this would be the death of both of them.

He was about to enter the kitchen when Erin raced out of there, holding the fire extinguisher in her hands. "What happened there?" Louis asked, looking past her to.the kitchen filled with smoke.

She hung the extinguisher back on the wall and doubled over, coughing. "I tried to fry eggs, disaster!"

"Erin," Louis said dragging out the "ri". "But I told you to leave the cooking to Greta? Or at least when you try to cook, always have someone beside you."

"I'm sorry ok?" She stood up, wiping the sweat that had gathered on her forehead. "I was bored, and you're always so busy nowadays. It's either you're out, or in your shop, and I wanted us to do something fun today, but you were sleeping." She walked past him heading for the living room. "You should make time out for me Louis, I love you, but I can't love a workaholic."

Louis sighed rubbing the side of his head. "I'm sorry." He walked over to her. "You're right, and I am sorry."

She looked at him and gave a sad smile. "It's alright, maybe when you're freshened up, we can go out and have a good time?" She asked hopefully.

Louis nodded, he held her by the waist, leaning close to her ears, so his breathe tinkled her as he spoke. "How about I go freshen up now, and we can go to that new restaurant that just opened up?"

She giggled childishly. "I would love that."

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"Niall, did you see the Mr Fruts I kept in the fridge?" Harry asked, pushing milk cartons aside to find the one drink that always made his day.

"Oh, was that for you?" Niall asked from somewhere in the apartment.

"Well I am sure it wasn't for you, and had a label that said 'Harry's property' and also..." Harry found the label he had attached to the drink, it now had a smiley face attached to it, he knew was the handwork of Niall and written before 'Harry' was 'Not', so now it read, "Not Harry's property'. "I will kill you in your sleep one day," Harry muttered closing the fridge.

"How could you drink my Mr Fruts Niall?" Harry yelled as he barged into Niall's room without knocking. "Argh!" He rushed outside slamming the door behind him. "Fuck, my eyes?"

"You really should knock before entering people's room Harry," Niall said from inside his room, laughing.

"You're evil!" Harry shouted walking away.

"You love me."

Harry grabbed his jacket, putting it on, he walked towards the entrance door. "Niall, I am going to the supermarket to get some things!"

"Ok, buy more of Mr Frets!"

"It's Mr Fruts!" Harry yelled back.

"Bleh!"

Harry shook his head and walked out of the house, getting onto his bike, he began his journey. Harry would forever prefer his bike over any car, he loved the feeling of the breeze rushing through his curls, the activities he sees on his way, he just felt at peace, moments like that seemed to comfort him, telling him life wasn't so bad and his proof was the happy and determined faces he sees everyday.

He parked his bike, locking it and handing some money over to Tim-a young teenager who looked more like an adult because of his build-to watch it for him.

Harry looked down at the list he had written back at home. He had gotten everything on the list, everything apart from Mr Fruts. He had walked past where he knew the drink was kept twice and hadn't seen it. "Sorry, excuse me." He called to one of the staffs.

"How can I help you?" The lady asked with a kind smile.

"Yes, I was wondering if there was any Mr Fruts available..."

"Oh sorry, the last batch was bought by the lovely couple over there," She said. Harry turned around to see the people she was referring to, they were already paying for their goods. "Delivery would arrive this evening though."

He sighed. "Ok, thanks." She nodded and walked away. Harry turned his cart around, walking over to the counter to pay.

He walked out of the supermarket with two big bags in his hands. "Thanks a lot Tim," He said while handing him some dollars.

"Thanks to you too," Tim said happily, tucking the money in his shorts.

Harry had just settled the bags in his bicycle and was about to get in when a car sped past, dirty water splashed over Harry, soaking and staining his shirt. "The hell." Harry cursed looking down at his clothe. "What's wrong with some people and speed?" He asked no one in particular angrily.

He looked up to see that the car was slowing down in front of the new restaurant which name Harry couldn't pronounce well, but he and the guys were saving up to dine there during Zayn's birthday. It was meant to be a surprise, but he and Liam could have learnt from experience that Niall couldn't keep a secret.

Harry looked on angrily as a young man stepped out of the car, he was dressed all in black, his dress looked simple but Harry could tell they cost a lot. The man walked over to the other side and pulled the door open, a young lady stepped out. She looked up at the restaurant excitement written over her face and gave the man a quick kiss on the lips. Together they both walked towards the restaurant.

Harry couldn't see the face well because he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he was sure he had seen that man somewhere before.

"Oh," Tim sighed beside Harry. "What I wouldn't give to get a ride like that."

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