Larry

The call comes at 4am. It wakes Harry with a start and he can only answer in monosyllables, confused and drowsy and not really processing any of it until after he's hung up and has been sitting there for a few minutes staring into space with his brow furrowed.

"Lou," he mumbles then, turning to gently nudge the still-sleeping body beside him.

"Mmm."

"Lou." Harry nudges him again. The worry is just beginning to gnaw at him, that nagging feeling of something not being right. He can't remember this ever happening before—not like this, with this sense of urgency.

"What?" Louis sounds grumpy, his voice sleep-rough, as his eyes flutter open to look at Harry.

"Emergency band meeting," Harry says. "We have to get up."

Louis frowns at him, uncomprehending, for a long time. Then he says, "It's the middle of the night."

"I know. They're sending a car. We have to get up."

Louis looks frightened, and it makes the anxiety churn more violently in Harry's stomach, as if Louis knows something he doesn't. "What happened?" Louis asks faintly.

"They wouldn't tell me."

"Is it—everyone? Not just us?"

"Yeah." Harry, satisfied that Louis is properly awake now, slips out of bed and starts getting dressed, pulling on the clothes he wore yesterday. Louis lies there for another long moment, and Harry prompts him with, "We have to go," and then it's like he snaps out of his daze, getting unsteadily to his feet and pulling on some pyjama trousers over his boxers.

The car is startlingly quick; the boys have only just finished getting dressed by the time they hear it pull up outside. They must have sent it before even making the call, which for some reason makes Harry feel even more nervous. Whatever this is, it's important, and it's pretty clear that it's not good news.

Liam is already waiting in the car by the time they get outside, offers them a cheery "Morning!" and Niall appears just a couple of minutes later, padding across the courtyard in his...