Harry Styles. The notification pinged on millions of phones. He’d just tweeted. + 

The message read: “Thank y’all so much for the incredible Tour. You are awesome. See you soon, but right now I’m gonna go home. I’m sorry if new music doesn’t come that soon. All the Love. H xx.” + 

Below it, a retweet from Harry Styles. himself: “Thank you Hamburg!” + 

The numbers climbed relentlessly. 6,729,629 likes. 3,739,023 retweets. The sheer volume was dizzying. He scrolled through the replies, a wave of affection washing over him. + 

“harryupdates: Love you. Take all the time you need.” + 

“Hamburgfanproject: wow you realized the Pride Flag in the crowd. Proud of you little angel.❤????” + 

“larrystylinson: LOVE YOU.” + 

A familiar name caught his eye. Liam Payne. “Well done Mate!” + 

Harry tapped the reply button. “@/Liam Payne thank you!” + 

Then Niall. “Need to meet up soon.” + 

He smiled, typing a quick response. “@/Niall Horan Text me.” + 

His phone vibrated again. Gemma. “come home i Miss you, you fool, xx❤” + 

He exhaled, a warmth spreading through his chest. “@/Gemma Styles Next week, Love you.” He paused, then added, “@/Niall Horan Text me.” + 

The glow of the screen illuminated his tired face. He leaned back against the headrest, letting the exhaustion settle in. It was good. It was all good. The tour was done, and he was going home. + 

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Another notification. The author, signing off. “Next chapter tomorrow. All the Love.” He didn't see it. He was already drifting off to sleep. + 