Harry stood at the end of the infirmary bed looking stern.

"Louis, I need to talk to you about your stunts. Now don't take this the wrong way, because I know you're not a kid, but your hurting yourself"

Louis just stared at him.

Harry waited a moment and then continued, "Were on high stages and it's more dangerous for you when you get hit. And if something happens like this again, you might not be able to sing"

Louis finally exploded

"What? You don't even know what happened out there! I got the fans happy didn't I? The new bike helped a lot!" Louis said, then cut off as his over exertion pulled at his ribs. He sat back abruptly, breathing shallowly.

"Louis, just calm down, we all know you bringing out your motorcycle was horrible and even riding it home was" Zayn said soothingly, placing an arm on Louis' shoulder

"No!" Louis winced and shook him off. "You are both treating me like some kid who doesn't know any better. But the truth is we need my stunts! Who would do stealth stunts?"

The rest of the band exchanged glances, the annoying kind which shows they were talking about this already and that you are reacting exactly as they predicted you would

"Just stop it!" Louis raged, holding his ribs for support. They were aching and burning but he didn't care. He needed to get his point across. "all of you! Just because you are younger, it doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do. I just went through a killer crowd and got smiles, and you have the nerve to say that I shouldn't anymore! Thats-"

He cut off, squeezing his eyes shut as he breathed too deep. Coughing and spluttering, he tried to gain control of the situation.

"Its-"Cough gasp "You're-Never-" Cough Cough

"Okay Louis, it's alright. We can talk about it later" Harry soothed, reaching down and squeezing his leg reassuringly.

Louis flinched when his hand came into contact with his bruises.

Harry's eyes darkened "But know this Louis, we aren't ganging up on you. I am the leader and I know what's best for you and the band. Everyone else just happens to agree with me" he finished smugly and led the way out of the infirmary.

Louis collapsed back into his pillow as everyone left without a word. He tried to reassure himself that they wouldn't take away his spirt for the fans. They were just worked up and worried about his wellbeing. As soon as he was better, they would realise that they wouldn't be able to do shows without it.

He brought his bandaged arm up to rest on his forehead. It sure had been a rough night.

And now, all because of some superficial flesh wounds, they wanted to take away his spirt, he thought bitterly.

Louis groaned, vowing to himself that he wouldn't let them take it.

Eventually, Simon came in with a tray of food telling him that once he was finished, he could leave to his own room where he could get some proper sleep.

An hour later Louis was shuffling through on his way to his room. He vaguely wondered where everyone was but assumed they went out for food. A better dinner than what he had just had. Simon just wasn't gifted with culinary skills, he thought humorously.

Making an abrupt decision, he went to the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge. At least if Simon caught him in the kitchen, his feelings wouldn't be hurt as he wouldn't be eating.

He was given the fright of his life however when he found Harry sitting at the kitchen bench, head bowed in silence.

Louis tried not to disturb him as he poured a glass of juice. Partly because he was annoyed at Harry and didn't want to talk to him, and also because he seemed to be deep in thought and Louis was just that nice sort of guy who wouldn't interrupt someone who was thinking.

He was about to leave the kitchen with his juice when Harry spoke

"I told the others to go out and look for a new ride for you"

Louis froze in the doorway.

Harry continued, "I figure we can get you a new ride"

Louis spun around and slammed his juice onto the counter, sloshing on his hands. Louis was looking up now, straight into his eyes.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Harry asked

"You know I do" Louis said in a surprisingly calm voice

"Well there's nothing you can really do about it"

Louis took a few steps closer to Harry so that he was standing opposite him. The counter between them.

"I could leave" Louis replied, this time with less confidence.

They both knew he had nowhere to go but back to his old life. A life which he rejected.

"You wouldn't leave" Harry said breezily, now standing up and using his height to try and intimidate Louis who was more than a head shorter.

Harry put his hand on Louis shoulder and Louis felt pain again at the contact. But he was pretty certain he didn't have any bruises on his shoulder. Come to think of it, it hurt when Zayn touched him there earlier that day too.

Shrugging off the contact and the thoughts, he stepped back again.

When he looked into Harry's eyes now, he could only see a cold satisfaction. The look sunk in Louis gut. Since when had Harry changed? He looked completely uncaring of Louis' feelings.

Louis abruptly turned around to leave for his room.

He had some thinking to do. If this is how being in One direction was going to be, then maybe he didn't want to stay after all.