one direction · boy band · reunion · brotherhood · nostalgia · argentina · sixth member · pop music · friendship
The night in Argentina was thick with the scent of rain on hot pavement and distant music. Liam had traveled to see Niall perform, but the crowd backstage kept growing: first Harry, then Zayn, then me, and then you—a ghost from our shared past made flesh. My breath caught. I didn't think, just moved, crossing the room in a rush. ‘I don't believe it,’ I choked out, pulling you into a hug so fierce it felt like making up for lost years. Harry’s chuckle was warm and close. ‘Looks like we all had the same idea, didn't we?’