The boys have a late recording session today, so they let Zayn enjoy his sleep as they waited for the time to pass. Harry made his way up the stairs into his room. He wasn’t used to being so close to the boys. They just decided that One Direction would spend a whole week together, for once, in their big house. Other than now, they would normally be at their own separate homes or flats relaxing on their own or just enjoying the space and distance. However, they needed to spend some more quality time together, so Simon kindly asked them to share living quarters with each other for the week. The boys happily obliged agreeing that a good week together would do them some good for their upcoming hometown tour.

As part of their hometown tour, where the boys will be performing in their own towns where they grew up, the boys are being required to not only sleep in the same tour bus while traveling, but to also stay together in their own homes together while at their town. There are no planes to make everything short, as Simon wanted the boys to use this short tour as a pick-me-up tour. Basically, they need to start acting like they love each other soon or this whole thing may be a disaster.

Back to Harry; the single boy finally decided to take another look at this new social networking site. To him, it was all just a complicated mess of nothing but trouble, but he couldn’t let his friends down.

The list was indeed never-ending as the more Harry scrolled through down the page; the more names were loaded in extension. However, none of the women, though they sounded nice and were very pretty, seemed to catch his eye.

He sighed and decided to pick one at random. Moving the mouse icon over the username, he clicked to read the user’s profile. The creators of the website didn’t want to show names, so all Harry can go by is her username.

‘OhSnap..It’s Rachle’ The username itself revealed to be a bit egotistical, but he was never one to judge a person by such a simple thing as a their username. He continued on to read her bio.

She’s a home decorator and lives alone in London; has no kids, but wants to have a big family with lots of kids. Rachle just turned 23 last December. Everyone would think Harry would turn her down for being almost two years younger, but he was no cougar everyone thought him to be.

He looked to see that she had just signed in online and decided to start a chat with her. She appeared to be a nice girl, and he was taking another big step into keeping his promise. He pondered over what to type before deciding to go with a simple ‘hello’.

He sat back and waited anxiously for a response to come. His heart was beating a million miles each second and all he could think was, ‘What have I done?’

Then, his computer made a small noise signaling for a new notification, and Harry seemed as if his heart had stopped. ‘It’s too late to turn back now…’ he thought.

OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Hello, new here?
JustYourNormalGuy: Is it that obvious?

Harry relaxed a little going into his second message. He didn’t exactly know what to say, or type; all he new was that: his friends made him an account… and they expect him to use it.

OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Just a little. Most of the guys on here don’t care to say hi…
JustYourNormalGuy: Oh, what do they say?
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Something along the lines of ‘Hey babe, you and me are destined to be together’. It’s rather disgusting…

As they continued on with their conversation, Harry started to warm up to the subject. It was no blind date, and if he wanted to meet someone he thought he might like, he could set up a date on here. He could take his time and really get to know a person before confronting them.

JustYourNormalGuy: Thanks for the note. Tell me about yourself.
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: What do you want to know?
JustYourNormalGuy: I don’t know. I just want to get to know you a little.
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Oh. Well, I’m single, obviously, I’m bad at jokes, and I still watch early morning cartoons… Please do not make fun of me.
JustYourNormalGuy: Why would I? I love cartoons.
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Most guys usually think it’s weird. How about you?
JustYourNormalGuy: What do you want to know?
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: I don’t know. Anything
JustYourNormalGuy: Okay. Well, I really like cats…
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: Oh, I’m allergic to cats…

Harry found it rather sad for her to be allergic to cats; he always planned to have at least one cat if he had a family. Not only was he going to end this conversation because of the simple allergy, but also because he started to feel disgusted with himself for going through with this.

JustYourNormalGuy: Um… You seem really nice and all, but I don’t think we’ll work out…
OhSnap..It’s Rachle: What? Just because I’m allergic to cats?!?!
JustYourNormalGuy: Yes, sorry. Bye!

Harry sighed. This whole dating online thing was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would be. This world is full of crazy people. He could think whatever he wanted, but he might never no their true identity. Anyone on here could play themself to be the “perfect girl” for him, when all they truly may be is the complete opposite. In his situation, Harry couldn’t know whom to trust; yet he was going to do this.

“Harry! We have to get to the studio! Get your arse down here so we can leave!” Louis shouted. Harry cringed at his use in words seeing as he wasn’t engrossed in profanity, but he close his laptop and met the rest of the band at the door where Paul then led them to the awaiting car.

~

The recording session went smoothly. There were no fights, no one was off key or sang flat. Harry even smiled maybe once or twice while singing with the boys. It was almost as if these past few years never happened; it was as if everything is how it was before the incident occurred and everyone was happy.

As the boys finished singing the track one last time, they sighed in relief in desperate need for some short vocal rest.

Simon smiled at the young adults, “I’m impressed. Everything went perfectly, there were no fights amongst you, and, Harry; I think I saw you smile for once.”

Harry looked down unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Liam stepped in to answer Mr. Cowell’s unspoken question.

“We’re helping him get back on track, Uncle Si.”

“Oh, really? And how are you doing that?”

“We’ve convinced him to start… moving on,” Louis answered.

“I see… Well, whatever you boys are doing… I’m proud of you. I think that One Direction is finally looking in One Direction. You may leave now, but don’t forget your meeting for the hometown tour tomorrow.”

“We won’t. Bye Uncle Si!” Niall called out as the boys left the studio.

“We should do something,” Louis said as they piled into the van.

“Like what?” Zayn questioned.

“I don’t know. We should go out, have a night on the town; haven’t had one of those in a while…”

“Yeah we should totally go out tonight,” Niall said.

“I don’t know guys…” Harry scrutinized.

“Come on, Harry. Get drunk, dance with some girls, live freely for once. You can’t hold on to the past forever,” Louis said.

“Yeah, it will be fun,” Liam contributed.

“Alright, I’ll go. What time are we leaving?” the boy asked questionably as Paul pulled up to the bachelor pad.

“Well, it’s about 8 now, so we’ll leave at about 9-ish,” Zayn inquired.

“Sounds good. I’ll call a limo to take us there, because we are all going to end up wasted,” Liam said.

“I’ll call El and see if she and Perrie want to come!” Louis shouted as he ran off to his room.

Harry stood there for a minute watching the boys rush in and out of rooms in front of him. He hadn’t been to a club in a while, so he didn’t know what to expect from the new, upbeat joint they were going to. All he was sure of is that he was going to have an awesome time with his mates and drink to forget.

~

The boys, along with Perrie and Eleanor, piled out of the back of the limo and were met firsthand with wild flashes from the paparazzi. Though the boys hadn’t said much about going out tonight, news spread fast after they had made reservations in the VIP section.

The group scuttled their way into the loud and excessively lit club. The place was crowded with sweaty bodies and sex craving sluts wearing minimal amounts of clothing, showing off every sense of pride they never had. Average, lowlife men would have no problem in this, but for Harry, this was a major turn off. He would much rather have a girl who is modest, because, as they say, “Modest is hottest.” Any of these girls who have no dignity must have a bad story behind them; maybe not all of these girls, but most of them.

Security leads the small pack up to the VIP balcony that gave the group full view to the happenings below them. Harry takes a seat on the blood red couch next to Liam and Eleanor while Niall goes and orders drinks for everyone.

“So Harry,” Eleanor starts, “how is the online dating going? Have you started any chats lately?”

“It’s… alright. I did start one, and it was going well until she said she was allergic to cats…”

“Harry, you can’t automatically cross off every girl with cat allergies,” Eleanor laughed.

“Well, I can and I will. Someday, I plan on having at least fourteen kitties.”

“Do you want to be forever alone?”

Harry sighed, realizing his dream was pointless and stupid. “You know, what, you’re right. But I still want to have a cat for my future children to play with.”

“Aw… You’re going to have children?”

“Um…”

“It’s okay, Haz. I won’t tell, but maybe next time. At least you’re trying. That’s all that matters to us anyway.” El gave him an encouraging side hug. Harry tensed up at first but relaxed into his friend’s comforting arms.

“Thanks, El.”

“Anything for you, Harry. You know you’re like my brother.”

Harry smiled at her words. He liked that he could be so close to his best friend’s girlfriend even after all of these years. Eleanor brought out the best of Harry, in a friend type of way, and this small act of kindness was enough to take down a small piece of one of the walls that Harry had accumulated over time.

He’s starting to see past the dark in his life and come out into the light, but his friends can’t do this alone. Somewhere out there, there is going to be a girl that can bring down all of his walls and show him how to love again. If not now, then later, and when all hope will seem lost, she will come out to reveal herself. He won’t know when or how or where, but she will come and bring out the happiness in him. There may be a few obstacles standing in the way of doing so, but in the end, love will rise to its full form and overpower all of the sadness that the past brings.

Harry had many doubts about this possibility, but all of his close family and friends won’t stop for a second to believe that one girl will change Harry forever. Whoever she may be, she will be able to bring back that innocent 16-year-old boy who auditioned for X Factor. She will be able to initiate all of the great things about Harry, yet at the same time, she will love him for who he is.

The possibility of this only seems surreal, but where there is a will, there is a way. This meaning that if you truly want something, you will find a way to do it, no matter the amount of obstacles or bumps in the road. You will climb the highest mountains and swim the widest of rivers to reach your will, metaphorically speaking, and that’s just what Harry and all of his friends want to happen.