Harry's POV

I was walking down a long narrow hallway, behind me was a room full of party balloons and streamers, ahead of me was darkness. The air was heavy and hot, and hard to breath, my breaths getting shakier with every step I took. Three steps, four steps, five steps, and with my sixth step I came to a wall, the lights in the hallway flickering on to reveal a mirror reflecting back at me. But in the mirror wasn't me, it was a version of me, the older more irrational one, with the aclectic tattoos,but looking down at my own body I saw the body of a teenage boy, pale skinned and familiar...

I woke up to Louis wrapped around my waist, fast asleep, I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, kissing his forehead, my lips brushing his nose, and I wanted to kiss his lips, but thought better of it, pulling away.

"I just want you to love me" I whispered "Is that too much to ask?"

In his slumber, Louis just buried himself deeper into to his arms, and I let him.

I tried to recall literally anything that happened the day before, and all I could think of was concert, and club, any details were lost to me, including how we got back to the hotel. The boys probably dragged us back here, but if that was the case then they woudn't have put Louis and I in the same room, which either meant Louis and I came back to the hotel ourselves, or Louis had made his way into my rom after that fact. I wanted it to be the latter, but the former was more likely.

Louis' eyes fluttered open, widening as he realized what he was doing. He rolled away from me "Sorry Harry" He said

"About what?"

"Why didn't you move?"

"I didn't want to wake you" I stated

Louis seemed to be flustered and embarrased, though I couldn't see his face, I could hear his voice and thats what it sounded like.

"Yeah right, that was my fault, I shouldn't have come in here in the first place"

"Why are you making a big deal out of it anyway? It's fine" So he did come in here after all. I reached over and flicked his arm.

He turned to me, face red. "Why didn't you push me away? You were awake"

"Look, Lou, I'm sorry. But I don't think it's a big deal" Then I realized why exactly he was so embarrased. He was hard... Well shit, honestly a terrible time for me to get aroused.

I shifted the blankets to cover myself. "Louis, Lou, Tommo. It's okay" I wasn't exactly sure what to do.

"You're too nice Hazza, you're too good"

"Too good at what exactly?"

"I don't know, I'm stalling..."

I threw a pillow at him "If you need to go to the bathroom then just go" I said

"Fuck, you knew the whole time?"

"I mean, why else would you act so awkward? It's not your fault"

"Man, I just didn't want you to think..."

"What? That it's because of me or something? I know you don't see me that way, it's just a platonic boner or something"

"Don't say that"

"Say what? Platonic boner?" I laughed

"No, don't say 'I know you don't' or whatever, cause you don't know"

"I'm confused" I said

He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, I just sat there for a minute, stunned, my mind completly unable to wrap myself around simple thoughts, let alone that Louis had just kissed me "What was that for?" I mumbled

"Nothing"

"You can't kiss me and say it's nothing!" I protested "Are you trying to kill me?" I clutched my chest as if my heart was going to give out.

"Okay, maybe I don't feel so platonic towards you... Ever thought of that?"

"Are you trying to say you like me in romantic way?"

Louis sighed "Yes, but please don't get weirded out, I know you don't feel that way about me"

"Don't say that"

"Say I like you?"

"No, don't say 'I know you don't' or whatever, cause you don't know" I said, feeding his words back to him.

"What?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought my lips against his, pulling him closer, and kissing him more deeply, more... Desperately was a good word, Hopelessly, Beautifully. I moved while I was kissing him, straddling him, arms around his neck, hands moving through his hair. I pulled away for a second.

"Fuck" Louis said "You weren't kidding when you said you were gay, were you?"

"Not even a little bit"

"Okay, we can stop talking and go back to kissing now right? I really like the kissing part"

I moved my face closer to his, and he impatiently closed the gap between us, moving his lips on mine. He ran his hands from where they were tangled in my hair, moving them to my lower back, cautiously moving them lower. And then they were undoing my fly. I helped him get my pants off, before continuing to kiss him.

"Can you take your shirt off please?" He asked between kisses. I sighed and pulled my shirt off. I managed to undo his fly and take off his pants without too much trouble.Then I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

I straddled him again "You know, think about how much sex we could have had already if only you'd said earlier that you liked me" I said, laughing.

"Hey, you could have told me too, I don't know why you decided for me to make the first move or whatever... And about having sex? Do like have any lube?"

"Oh yeah, I've got magical lube that just appears whenever I'm trying to have gay sex, I'll just pull it out of the air now"

"So now what?"

"I don't know..."

There was a knock on the door, Louis and I both groaned at the sound "Perfect timing" Louis rolled his eyes.

I kissed him one more time, and then removed myself from on top of him, grabbing my pants from the floor and putting them on, not bothering with my shirt as I walked to the door. I made sure that Louis was at least half dressed before I answered the door.

Niall stood there, I felt a pang in my chest, remembering that this wasn't my friend Niall, this was my bandmate Niall. I didn't know the man standing in front of me, nor did he know me.

"Harry, we're um... What is Louis doing in your room?" He asked, blinking in surprise.

"Hanging out?" I said

"Hanging out half naked?" Niall asked

"Well that just sort of happened..." I sighed

"Put on a shirt" He demanded "You too Louis. I came to tell you we're having a meeting downstairs"

Niall left, leaving me and Louis having a laughing fit.

"Did you see his face?" I chuckled

"He's certainly nothing like Niall from home is he... If our Niall cuaght us like that, he'd be extatic"

"What do you think the meeting is about?"

"We'll just have to see wont we..."

Louis and I made it downstairs just in time to see the other's sitting at a breakfast table, speaking in hushed tones... Maybe Niall had told them about us.

"Harry, Louis, why don't you sit down" Zayn told us as we got to the table

We took a seat.

"So we were going to talk about the concert in three days, but now that you two are hooking up... Why don't you tell us about that?"

"We aren't hooking up... Where'd you get that idea?" Louis asked

"Niall said you two were hanging out half naked..."

"Maybe we like to hang out half naked, that doesn't mean we're hooking up"

Liam tried to protest, but apparently he decided against it, because his mouth hung open like a fish until he thought better of the words on his tongue and closed it.

"Anyway... Concert in three days" He finally said "I'd say the last one went really well, considering the improvisation we had to do beforehand" He glared at Louis and I

I put my hands up in defence "Hey, just because we didn't know one stupid song" I said

"What Makes You Beautiful is literally our biggest song!" He said, putting his head in his hands

"Is it really? It's alright I guess... But is it really worthy of that title?"

"Yeesss" The other three said in unison

I looked at Louis, who was beginning to crack a smile, trying not to laugh "I like Through The Dark, and Story of My Life better than What Makes You Beautiful" He said

"Well not everything is about you, is it Tomlinson?"

I laughed "Take it easy boys, don't choke on that waffle" I said "Come on Lou, how about we head out?"

And just like that we got up, I politely flipped off the rest of the boys, and we headed out the hotel door.

Now, nothing could have prepared us for the mob that met us outside. I knew that we were celebrities, but we'd only had one on one, polite encounters with fans, lulling us into a false sense of safety. I hadn't realized how fans could react, in circumstances like this.

I wasn't sure how they'd gotten wind of our location, there hadn't been anybody around the past few days, so I thought our location was discreet. But outside of our hotel, only deterred by a plastic barrier, and several hotel security guards, were about a thousand people, of all different ages, races, and genders. They held signs, and shouted unintelligible verses. I waved slightly to the crowd.

"Shit" I said

"Yeah" Said Louis

"I'll call a cab..." I said, dialling the number saved in my phone.

"Can I get your autograph?" People screamed

"Can I touch you?" Others politely asked

"Can I have your babies?" Others said in a ladylike fashion.

The cab finally arrived, and we got in.

"Take us somewhere quiet" I told the driver, already feeling a pounding headache setting in.

Without a question the driver took off, barely managing not to run anyone over as some of them tried jumping on to the hood of the car.

We finally got away from the crowd.

"Probably not the best idea for us to go back there tonight" Louis sighed