A.N.: Title is from Phillip Phillps ‘Gone’ and exactly what you’re thinking is exactly what it is. I wanted to do the reverse of a fic like this one or this one so yeeeep I hope you enjoy it and I apologize in advance!
Harry pushes the button before he sits back against the soft cushion of his desk chair, leans his head against his fist before he rubs at his sleep idled eyes. He hasn’t slept right in days but that’s nothing new. He sits up a little when he hears the machine crackle before Niall’s voice comes streaming out of it, soft at first, like he’s not sure the recording has started before he jumps into his usual lilt, excitable and boisterous and full with life.