The cold, winter air blew on Wednesday's face as she jogged at a steady pace. It was bitingly chilly, but she didn't mind it—it was refreshing if anything and made her feel instantly better. She'd been feeling groggy and withdrawn ever since her mini meltdown the other night; so much so that she'd called Harry the day before, calling in sick for rehearsals but assuring him she'd be fine for today.

"Is everything okay?" he'd asked quietly down the phone when she'd rang to tell him.

"I just don't feel very well, that's all," she'd replied, not going further into details and worrying him unnecessarily.

He'd paused before talking, letting silence linger between them before speaking again. "Has something happened with Patrick?"

She'd sighed, knowing ever since the run-in/teddy incident, he'd probably started assuming she was contacting him again. His question had only seemed to confirm her suspicions.

"No, no, nothing's happened with him. I'm just having a bad day, that's all," she'd mumbled, rubbing her forehead. "I'll be fine tomorrow for the performance."

"Okay" Harry had replied quietly, sensing her unease at the conversation. "See you tomorrow then. Feel better soon."

The call had ended, and she'd switched off her phone before crawling onto the sofa with her duvet where she'd spent the rest of the day crying, sleeping and monotonously watching Friends.

The morning after however, she'd woke early with a determination to not mooch about anymore. She'd grabbed her running gear and set off. Within ten minutes she'd felt better, feeling the fog in her mind clear with every step forward she took and by the time she got back home an hour later, she felt energised and ready for the day. A fresh start after a minor setback.

As she got ready to shower, she stopped for a moment, realising she'd not turned her phone back on or contacted anyone for a whole day. Turning the power back on, she felt guilt build at the messages popping through, mainly from Harry the day before. There were missed calls too, from him, Gemma and Sarah.

Quickly scrambling to her contacts list, she dialled his name. It only rang once before he picked up.

"Wednesday, hi. Are you okay?" he replied quietly, almost like he was whispering. His voice was gravelly, as if he'd just woke up and she heard him moving, shutting a door behind him.

"Hi, sorry, I've only just seen your messages. I turned my phone off yesterday after I called you and didn't turn it back on until just now. I'm sorry if I worried you," she explained, sitting down on her bed.

"It's fine. I actually, uh, came over last night...when you weren't answering. I was a bit worried and just wanted to see that you were okay."

Wednesday's brows furrowed. She'd never heard him knock.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I knocked a few times, but you didn't answer. Then when I used the key, I walked in and peeked around the living room door. Saw you passed out on the sofa, snoring away and thought it was best to leave you to it."

"Oh" Wednesday replied, wondering how much she must have needed the sleep to not hear Harry knocking or coming in. "Right."

"Sorry, I know that sounds a bit creepy," Harry laughed out, his voice tired. "I just...I didn't want to wake you up. It seemed like you needed it."

"Apparently so," she replied, shifting on her bed. "Thank you for checking on me though. It means a lot. I wasn't...I wasn't feeling myself yesterday."

"It's fine, I just wanted to check you were okay. Are you feeling better today?" he rasped.

"Yeah, I'm a lot better today actually," she smiled slightly, nodding to herself.

"That's good," he replied, and she could hear his smile through the phone. "I'm glad."

"I'm excited for today," she added truthfully, excited and a bit nervous about the prospect of performing to so many people again.

"Me too. It's gonna be sick."

"Right well, I'll see you later today then. And Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks again, for checking up on me."

"That's what friends are for."

She breathed out a quick laugh that didn't hold much humour. "Right. Though, you're the only friend I'd allow to creepily watch me sleeping."

He let out a genuine laugh. "That's how you know it's the real deal."

"Bye Harry," she chuckled, grinning.

"Bye Wednesday."

She hung up, still grinning slightly, before getting in the shower and getting prepared for the day.

By the time she'd carried out some chores and odd jobs around the house and got dressed and ready, it was time to head to the venue. Grabbing her packed bag, she climbed into the Uber, scrolling through Twitter on the way there and catching up with the response to the Adore You video that had dropped the day before, as well as the Friendship Test video between her and Harry that had finally been released too. She smiled as she scrolled through the tweets from fans, feeling her mood lighten at the humour.

can't get over how AMAZING the adore you vid is. the visuals, the looks, the tiny tacos??? UGH harry is a visionary

nahhhh you can't convince me harry and wednesday aren't perfect for each other after that friendship test lmao. the way he looked at her throughout it I'm big sad

we've had SO MUCH HARRY CONTENT IN THE PAST 24 HOURS. HE'S FED US SO WELL

applying for my eroda residency visa now

me 🤝 harry styles

being a simp for wednesday green

After laughing at the abundance of tweets, she started to write her own tweet, hitting post when she'd looked it over

hope you guys are enjoying adore you. just wait until you hear the album...big big banger pending

After tweeting, she looked up to see she'd pretty much arrived. After passing through security and the entrance, she was walked to the band's designated dressing room and walked in to see Harry, Daisy and Jeffrey, stood up talking.

"Hi guys," Wednesday said quietly with a smile, watching as they all turned to see her entering.

"There she is," Harry beamed, his lips caught between his fingers as they all smiled and greeted her.

"Are you feeling better?" Daisy asked with a small smile and Wednesday noticed she looked a lot better than she had a few days previously.

"Yeah, tonnes. Thanks," she smiled, before looking to Harry. "So, what's the plan for today then?"

She listened as he explained the schedule; they would be doing a practice run through when the others arrived, after which he would be going to do some promo and online content for Capital soon. After that, they'd be getting ready and then were scheduled on stage for the 9pm slot.

"Cool," she nodded, remembering who else was performing today. "Have you seen Liam yet?"

"No, he's next door though so I was gonna go say hello. Do you want to come with?"

She nodded excitedly as Harry turned to the others, letting them know he'd be back soon before they both headed out.

"By the way," Wednesday began, as they walked into the hallway. "Congrats on the video. Seems like everyone loves it."

"Thank you," he grinned at her, before they stopped at the door with a sign up saying 'Liam Payne'.

He knocked 3 times before slowly opening the door, to see Liam stood next to his girlfriend, already dressed for his performance. His face lit up as they entered and greeted each other, Liam pulling them both into individual hugs.

They talked for ten minutes, catching up on their lives and quickly discussing the madness of everything that had happened in the 4 years since they'd parted ways. Wednesday felt a slither of nostalgia in his presence and watched them interact with a sentimental smile.

After a while they bid their goodbyes, stating they would be watching and supporting each other's performance, before they exited the room.

"That was nice," Harry nodded with a smile, before they walked back to the dressing room and saw that the others had arrived.

Before long, they were ushered to their practice performance, sound testing the songs and making sure it all went to plan. Harry went to do his promo work after, whilst they got changed and ready for the show.

As Wednesday sat in the hair and makeup chair, getting styled, Sarah sat in the chair next to her and looked over at her.

"So, what was up yesterday?" she asked, not cutting any corners.

"What do you mean?" Wednesday asked and Sarah replied with a deadpan face, telling her not to feed her any bullshit.

"Wednesday..." Sarah said, and she sighed.

"It's just..." she looked around, seeing that the other were busy and not paying attention. "Everything sort of hit me the other night in one go. Dad, Patrick, Zara leaving. It just got me really down."

Sarah nodded, listening without any hint of pity or concern.

"I don't know. It's just like, I can go for weeks being okay or at least pushing away those feelings of sadness. But as soon as I'm on my own, it hits me. I think it just hit me extra hard this time."

"You've gone through so many changes in the past year, I'm not surprised. It's hard to get used to being lonely, especially after a breakup or losing someone."

Wednesday nodded, her lip caught between her teeth. "It's weird. I love my own personal space and usually I hate being around people all the time, but at the minute it's like I need someone there to get by. Because I'm scared that if I'm alone, I'll have nothing else to focus on but the sadness. I hate it. I just keep wondering when things will get easier. Everyone tells me they will but...they haven't. Not really."

Sarah nodded, rubbing Wednesday's arm comfortingly. "I think people say what they think will help, but sometimes it's just more annoying than it is useful."

"You're telling me," Wednesday replied quietly. If she had to hear one more person tell her to stay positive, she might have cracked. Laughing, she shook her head, smiling sadly at Sarah. "How do you always get me to tell you everything?"

"Because I'm an extremely good listener," she smiled, before lowering her voice. "I know you struggle to open up to people though, especially all of us. Have you ever thought about going to see someone?"

Wednesday's face pinched together. "What, like a therapist?"

"Yeah, something like that. Someone professional who you can open up to and talk to more easily."

"I don't..." Wednesday started, swallowing nervously. "I don't think my problems are big enough for that. I'd feel like I was wasting their time. No, this is something I just need to get on with on my own."

She nodded confidently, though from Sarah's small but concerned smile she could tell her friend wasn't as confident about that plan.

"Okay. As long as you know you can talk to me at any time," Sarah added as she stood up, looking down to Wednesday through the mirror with a serious expression.

"I know. Thanks," Wednesday smiled tightly, watching as she walked away and mulling over her suggestion before quickly dismissing it.

She walked out to the backstage area when the show started, getting a glimpse of Liam opening the show and watching with a grin, Harry coming up beside her a few minutes later as they finished watching together.

A few hours passed of relaxing, meeting the other acts and watching the performances and before they knew it, Harry was the next act up. Wednesday felt the butterflies in her stomach as the stage they were on slowly turned to the screaming audience and they started off with a bang, seeing the rapturous applause from the fans. Being up on stage felt like she'd never been away, and Harry gave a stellar performance as always. Their time slot quickly came to an end and they left the stage to cries for more.

The next two days after that consisted of more long days of work and travel; they rehearsed, this time a full set of the new album, rehearsed again and then were immediately flown to LA for the Late Late Show that Harry was hosting. As hectic as the schedule was thanks to the albums imminent release, Wednesday was thankful. Being so focused on work meant she had no time to focus on anything else and so when their days finished, she could only muster enough energy to eat her dinner before falling fast asleep until they were off again the next day.

On the day of the show, Harry went to the studios early, needing to rehearse his lines and hosting. Wednesday, finding herself once again in the city of angels, decided to go to a spin class with Sarah, before grabbing lunch. By the time she'd recovered and got ready, she headed to the studios with the rest of the band, finding Harry backstage.

"You ready?" Wednesday asked, seeing that he'd been pulling on his lips so much they'd started to turn an even deeper shade of berry.

He was reading through his lines once again, memorising everything.

"I think so," he nodded, looking up to her from where he sat with a grin. 'Should be a fun one."

She rolled her eyes, knowing what he was hinting about a particular guest. "I'm sure it will be for you."

After they'd finished hair and makeup and changed into their outfits, it was time for the show to begin. The band walked to the side of the studio, out of the way of the cameras as they watched Harry come out and deliver his monologue to the audience before waiting to watch the first segment; the spill your guts or fill your guts bit, that is filmed before the interview part of the show. She watched with a smile as both Harry and Kendall sat down at the table, knowing they had good chemistry, regardless of her own opinions on their weird dynamic through the years.

"Are they always like this?" Daisy asked from the side of her after they'd gone through the first round of questions.

Wednesday smiled, realising Daisy had never seen Harry and Kendall together and understood her curiosity—she must have only heard the rumours about them.

"Pretty much, yeah," she replied, looking back to them with her arms folded. "They make quite the pairing when they're together."

"Do you like her?" Daisy asked quietly, staring at them both.

"I mean," Wednesday began, realising that she neither liked nor disliked Kendall. "She's the only one of Harry's exes I don't think is a complete dickhead. But I wouldn't say we're friends."

She said that last part with a small laugh, recalling the weird few years of Harry and Kendall's 'on again/off again' relationship—Wednesday had got bored of it quickly, deciding early on when Harry had asked her opinions all those years ago, that if she didn't have anything nice to say, she wouldn't say anything.

"She seems like she still likes him," Daisy observed with her brows furrowed, and Wednesday looked between them, eyeing Harry's smirk and pondering it before quickly shutting it down.

"Maybe...but I think they both prefer to just be friends these days. Less drama and works better."

Daisy took in her words with a silent nod, and they all continued watching the show.

It ran smoothly and Harry's performances were well received—they gathered at dinner later that night to watch people's real time reactions on Twitter, relieved when it was astoundingly positive. Wednesday stayed out until she felt the familiar drowsiness of jetlag setting in, excusing herself back to the hotel much to everyone else's chagrin.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she fell into a deep slumber. It wasn't long after that, the images appeared once again.

Wednesday was trying to run, but it was like her legs were slowed down, stopping her from going as fast she needed to. Everyone around her in the airport was moving around normally, walking to their gates. She looked to her watch; she had 3 minutes to make it to hers. A familiar feeling of panic that she'd miss her flight came over her and she tried extra hard now to run, mustering all the energy she had. Inching forward a bit faster every time, she saw the entrance to her gate.

"Stop. Stop!" she yelled out, seeing that the airport clerks were starting to close the doors. "Stop! That's my flight!"

After what felt like a lifetime, her legs carried her to the gate, and she waved her ticket at them.

"Please—I need to be on this flight."

They looked at her and then the ticket with a scowl, looking back to the aircraft before picking up their walkie talkie and speaking into it, telling the flight attendants there was one more passenger to board.

"Thank you," she uttered gratefully, walking through the doors and down the hall to the plane entrance.

She was greeted by the flight attendant—showing her ticket, she was quickly guided to her window seat and strapped in, relief washing over her. She'd made it. She'd finally made it.

Not long after, the plane started rolling down the runway, Wednesday's anticipation growing. She gripped her seat handles as the plane paused, before quickly screeching and taking off, feeling her heartbeat in her chest. The plane started off the ground and made it into the air and she eased into her chair, smiling that she'd finally made it. She closed her eyes to sleep, happy to not be conscious for the rest of the flight.

A scream forced her eyes open however much later and she looked around to see the panic start to rise amongst the passengers as the seatbelt sign flashed on. It was then that she saw it; big, orange flames engulfing the jets on either side of the plane, black smoke billowing from out of the wings. It was then she felt the plan start to dip, moving down as the oxygen masks flew out from the overhead compartment. She was paralysed by fear, heavy breaths rattling her lungs as she choked out tears.

"I don't want to die," she cried, looking out of the window, seeing the plane hurtling towards the ground faster as screams and cries sounded out around her.

She felt it get harder and harder to breath as the plane descended faster; emergency sirens filling the air. Fear kept her in her seat and as she watched the blue of the sea below get closer and closer, she closed her eyes, a solitary tear leaking out as she awaited the impact. She felt her body, powerless and trapped, as the sound of the plane getting closer and closer to the ground filled her ears.