Harry ran a hand through his curls, sighing out loud when his fingers got tangled in the mop of hair. He desperately needed a haircut but it was too much of a hassle to get one. The fans were glad when his long curls were back after the movie shoot was over and even Harry was quite happy about them, Niall always loved his long hair, at least he used to. Now, Harry was certain that Niall didn't even give a fuck whether Harry lived or not. He shook his head, getting rid of all the negativity before walking towards the in built closet.

The brunette had carefully moved out of the house for a while. The moment he had gotten back home from the club, he had ran up the stairs to his bedroom and packed a bag of his t-shirts and coats, jeans and everything else he would need and after informing Liam, he had booked himself a room in a hotel. It was a good thing that he was rich and famous, getting one of the most expensive hotels in the city and making sure every need of his was met to its requirement. The perks of being in a world renowned band.

He took out a simple blue shirt with white polka dots, getting dressed for the show they were supposed to be doing at Saturday Night Live. He still had time, hours even to get dressed and leave but with nothing else to do, Harry decided it would be better to already stay prepared. It had been a week since he left the house and he was running out of neat clothes, due to which he had to settle for a used pair of black skinny jeans ripped at the knees.

A part of him didn't agree with his decision at all. He had told Niall that he was giving up but was he really? Was it always so simple to leave the person you've loved for years, behind and just move on? Harry didn't think so. He knew it was going to be hard and he had talked everything out with Louis when the shorter brunette had visited his hotel room just a few days after the tragic mini move out. It wasn't much but Louis seemed to understand where Harry was coming from and surprisingly, he didn't bother Harry with other plans but just stayed there, watching Friends re-runs on the TV. It felt good to not be bombarded with silly questions which Harry really didn't have an answer to.

For starters, he didn't get why he felt the need to say those words to Niall. The blonde would surely be confused and stressed right now, probably trying to decode Harry's words till they started making sense. Harry just felt like he owed it to himself and Niall, the blonde was surely not understanding Harry and the brunette was too damn nervous and fucked up to make Niall understand anything. Secondly, he didn't get why he couldn't ever have a normal, civilized conversation with Niall. He was certain that if Niall and him talked things out, even after that breath-taking last kiss, they would figure something out. Niall was a smart boy, he was quick to catch on to things and if he wasn't so damn insecure,he would notice in an instant that Harry had already fallen for him, body and soul.

Getting dressed in the fresh shirt and then proceeding to pull the jeans on, Harry wondered about how they would act around each other. The band was a big mess. Liam didn't know anything, he was suspicious but he never interfered in their business. Louis had, according to Harry, given up on getting Niall and him together. And as for Niall, the blonde was surely going to ignore Harry. He was certain about that one thing.

For a brief moment, the thought of going up to management and telling them to quit this entire deal came into his mind but he brushed it to the side. Once the awkward air settles in between him and Niall, the fans themselves would label 'Narry' as dead. What was the point in taking with the head personnel from modest when all they would try to do was get them to understand why a fake relationship was needed and Harry really didn't want to listen to the same old lecture. He didn't want to go through the same drama for the fourth time.

He carefully brushed his hair, trying to untangle the brown curls from one another. The one thing he hated about having long curls was that they always seemed to find their way to get into each other. They would just lock together and it would take Harry a few minutes to get them into the neat position. He was glad that Lou was an expert at these things, an expert at handling his hair so he never had to worry.

As he was about to brush the stray hair away, the ring of the hotel phone interrupted him, making him frown and wonder as to who might be calling him through the room phone. He sighed, putting the comb back to its designated place before walking towards the ringing device. It was definitely either the people from the hotel reception, asking whether they could clean the room or it was going to be Louis.

"Mr. Styles." Harry hummed at the female voice on the other end of the line as he placed the phone on his left ear. His hands kept on carelessly messing with the wallpaper covering the room walls. It was a nice and cosy room, filled with vases holding red roses. A nice king sized bed and a glass door separating the bedroom from the drawing room which, on the other hand, was neatly arranged with leather sofas and a nice wooden table with beautiful carvings on it. The walls were all floral and a light shade of blue, adding to the uniqueness of the room. Harry had grown tired of the color white and this room was certainly a welcomed change. "There's a Mr. Horan here to see you."

The brunette's eyes widened on their own accord. He could feel his heart skip at least two beats at the surname. But there was no way that he heard the lady right, right? There was absolutely no reason why Niall would come all the way up here for what? Talking to Harry? There was no chance of this happening but when he didn't respond, the lady took it upon herself to continue.

"He says its urgent and he doesn't look so well. Should I send him up to your room, Mr. Styles? Or would you like me to send him away?" The tone was polite and formal but even Harry knew that the girl was at least a bit worried about Niall, her tone had softened significantly when she talked about Niall's health. The blonde had the tendency to make people care for him with just one glance but right now, Harry was more focused about the meaning behind those words. Was Niall sick? Had he come here to tell Harry about some fatal sickness? The mere thought of Niall feeling sick or having some fatal disease made unpleasant shivers run down his spine.

"Has he told you the purpose of his visit?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowing together when he noticed the slight tremor in his voice. Fuck, he was nervous and Niall wasn't even in front of him or talking to him right now.

"He says it's personal and he's been begging for me to give your room number to him. But since you said that you'd let us know if a person was coming to visit you, we've decided to not let any information out. Is there anything you'd like us to do Mr. Styles? I can call the security if you like -" Harry cut the girl off, knowing fully well that he was taking a lot of her time up and since it was a five star hotel he was staying at, there was certainly other important tasks that the girl had to attend to. He felt guilty and a bit ashamed for letting his thoughts get the best of him.

"Um...let him up." He heard the girl whisper out a 'yes, Mr. Styles' before hanging up. Harry sighed loudly, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he ruffled his hair up before pushing them back. A part of him was dying to see Niall, curious about what the blonde was concerned over but the other part of him wanted to run. He was so determined to move on just a mere week ago but now, just by the knowledge that Niall was here, probably on his way up the elevators right now, Harry's mind had already decided on getting his feelings out. He wanted to hold Niall, to be there for him all the time but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that kept on saying that him and Niall won't ever make it. They won't ever work out.

A loud ring on brought him back to the present, making Harry blink his eyes repeatedly before brushing the invisible dust off his pants and walking towards the door. He took deep breaths, calming himself down as much as he could before opening the door but he kept his gaze lowered to the floor, afraid to meet those blue eyes that were certainly staring back at him.

"Harry," The voice called out, it was so familiar. The way his name left those sinful lips that he had tasted twice now was all the temptation he needed to lift his head up. A gasp left his mouth when he noticed Niall's blotchy cheeks, covered in tears and his red rimmed eyes. Those blue eyes were staring at him and a small sad smile was playing on those thin lips. Harry opened his mouth to get something out , anything but closed it back when no words escaped. "I-I-Please come back home." Niall took a deep breath, fists clenching by his side as he stared at Harry, trying to convey with his eyes everything he had felt in the past seven days.

"I miss you."