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It wasn't always like this. I didn't always hate him. We were really close actually, but something changed and we just pushed eachother away.
I don't know why I hate him, he never really did anything wrong. It's just his personality, his laugh and his voice that annoy me so much, I can't stop thinking about how bloody annoying the guy is. That's what I tell myself at least, and maybe if I tell that to myself enough I'll start believing it's true.
Maybe I'm just scared? Scared of falling.
All the boys seem to love him though. They're always trying to get Louis and I to talk, to be friends. And sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I didn't hate him, if we were friends. But no, I have to keep this up.
We all were sat backstage waiting to preform. Louis sat there, looking anxious while the rest of us were laughing and drinking warm beer.
I rolled my eyes at him, right as a man came from behind a curtain and asked us to take our places on stage.
The loud roars of the audience echoed through the large stadium and we came onto the stage, smiling and waving, all of us best friends to the public eye.
•
We were 4 songs in. 4 fucking songs when Louis decided to run out of breath in the middle of his solo.
I helped him through it by singing to back up his voice. Why did I do that? I should have just let him embarrass himself. Well, we're a part of a band, so his mistake would have reflected on my ability. So I was helping myself actually. Yeah.
He gave me a small nod, I just scoffed at him and walked to the other side of the stage.
I saw a member of the crew beckon me over to the side of the stage, holding out 2 water bottles. Louis eyeballed the water.
"I don't need any, I already have a bottle" I said to the lady
"Its not for you dumbass, it's for Louis" she scowled, shoving the bottle in my hand
"He needs it after fucking up his solo" she elaborated. I nodded.
I walked back over to Louis. His face was red and his eyes were darting all across the crowd, nervously fiddling with his fingers.
I stopped infront of him, making his look up. I tossed him one bottle and set down the second on the stage beside him. I turned around before I could get a reaction.
•
Louis managed to fuck up again. He fell on stage and rolled his ankle not even an hour later. He was laying down on the couch in the back with a large bag of frozen peas on his swollen foot.
Our assistants booked us a hotel for the night before the next show, and in want nothing more than to lay down on a bed and sleep for 13 hours. But were still at the stadium, Louis was delaying everything.
He walked past me, Paul was supporting his bad side as he hobbled along. I could see his eyes were wide, puffy and red. For fucks sake, he was crying. How adolescent of him.
Paul walked him back to the tour bus, me and the lads trailing behind. With a final pat on his head, Paul left Louis and got into his own car, speeding away. Geuss hes eager to sleep too, can't really blame him.
By the time we got to the hotel it was dark, and I felt like shit. I have no idea why thought. Probably just tired.
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The second the bus stopped, Liam, Niall and Zayn sped off onto the tarmac, still slightly warm from the sun that had set hours ago, playing some game and racing to the hotel room.
I got off the bus as well, taking a few steps before I stopped to look behind me.
'Whatever, he'll be fine' I told myself, continuing to walk forward. I was about half way through the parking lot to the building when I looked back once more. He was on the last step, clinging onto the railing with his bag in the other hand. He was struggling to walk, hobbling along.
"For fucks sake" I groaned, speed walking angrily back towards him. He looked up, why did he look scared? He stumbled backwards, falling to sit on the final stair.
In one swift motion, I knelt down and wrapped my arm around his torso, heaving him up and flinging him over my shoulder.
I heard him squeak in pain and surprise as his foot hit the side of the bus.
"Shit, sorry" I said under my breath. I hope the bus is okay.
He clung on as I grabbed his bag, closing the bus door with my hip.
When we got to the hotel, I pressed the button on the elevator, stepping in. Louis still flung over my shoulder.
"Room number" I stated
"What?"
"What's your room number?"
"Oh, twenty eight" he said softly.
I got to his room, opened the door and bent down so he would flip down on the bed on his back.
I put his bag down and headed back towards the slightly ajar door without another word
"Harry?" Louis whimpered, I could tell he was close to tears again, and hes not one to cry so he must really be in pain
"I really don't want to be a nuisance to you, but could you please get me some painkillers?" He asked quietly, the blanket already up to his chin.
I turned around as he leaned over to turn on the light. His ankle was really swollen and red and there were permanent wrinkles on his face from wincing.
I stepped forward and pulled on his shoelace, loosening his shoe and pulling it off gently. I zipped open his bag, grabbing his clear bathroom case. I rummaged through it, finding Advil. I tossed him the bottle.
I rolled my eyes and turned around again
"Thank you Harry" he whimpered again, his breathing was getting faster and his voice cracked. I have to get out of here before he starts crying again.
I just hummed in reply, opening the door and shutting it once more. My back pressed parallel to the thick wood behind me.
My stomach felt queasy and my legs were weak as I stood up from leaning against the door. I took a step forward, feeling odd, when I heard a quiet whimper from behind the door.
I stopped and pressed my ear against the door, I heard him quietly sobbing, muffled into a pillow. Shit, he never cries. This must be serious.
I cracked open the door again. Why am I doing this? I hate him. My stomach feels funny. My heart is beating a million miles an hour.
He jumped when he realized I was standing there with my head poked in between the frame and the door. He had the bottle of Advil in his hands, trying to pry it open. He was shaking, his limbs seemed frail and his tight white tshirt was rising with his chest in shallow panicked breaths.
"Harry I know you hate me but please help, it really hurts" he sobbed
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I looked down at his ankle, it was even puffier now. Is that even possible? It looked red and angry, and his whole body was tensed up as he panicked in stuffy room. He looked really scared.
I could tell he was on the verge of a panic attack, I used to have them all the time.
"I-I dont know what to do Louis" I replied
"Anything, please anything" he sobbed
"I'll go get some ice" I said, closing the door once again
I found myself pressed up against the door again, the same position I was seconds earlier.
I hate seeing him like this. In pain.
I walked down the barren hallway until I saw the ice machine. I picked up one of the plastic bowls stacked up beside it and filled it with ice.
I hesitated at his door, before opening it once more
I opened it and saw him laying in the same position, his face was twisted and contorted and his chest was heaving unnaturally.
Again, my stomach did that weird thing. Stop it. I need sleep.
I got one of his tshirts and wrapped some ice up in it, then placed it into a plastic bag, plopping it onto his ankle.
"Hey, Lou?" I patted his shoulder
"Take these" I said, handing him 2 Advil and a glass of water. Without second thought, he took them and finnished the entire glass of water.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled sleepily
"Just go to sleep" I replied, and the second his head hit the pillow, he did
I pulled the blanket up to his chin once more
"And you're wrong. I don't hate you" I whispered before moving to the door. I stopped and looked back at him sleeping peacefully, and I went on my way.
•
I didn't sleep that night, too many thoughts were going through my head. Too many to even think about, my brain was awake even though I was exhausted.
These weird feelings will go away after a good nights sleep.
I hate him so much, I should go check on him so I can laugh at him. I should go change the ice so he realizes how clumsy he is. But no, that would mean I care. And I don't.
But he's probably crying.
That was at 3am, now its 6 and I haven't slept at all. I don't even know where the others are.
I stood up and walked infront of the dusty, cracked mirror. I ran my hands down my sleep deprived face, slicking my hands through my unwashed hair.
"What the fuck is happening" I mumbled slowly to myself.
Before I knew it, my brain and feet took over my conscious. I slipped through my door and quietly walked through the dimly lit hallway. It felt illegal, being up at this ungodly hour in this small foreign motel, walking through the long hallways that smelt like dust and cleaning products.
My body lead me right back to him, room 28.
The door was unlocked, just how I left it. The room was dark, I heard his soft uneven snores coming from under the cover, but I couldn't ignore the small whimpers that took up the silence between his breathing.
I frowned, looking down at my socked feet.
I stood beside the bed, lifting up one side of the covers, slowly slipping in. My arm and hand crept around his waist, pulling him closer to my chest. He exhaled deeply, the whimpering stopped.
I placed a small kiss on his shoulder, and we were both out like a light.
•
I was woken up by my phone blaring, pings and chimes that I don't even remember setting barfed out of my phone. I groaned and grabbed it
"Mate, where are you and Louis? We're in the bus, we have to leave"
"I don't know where he is, but I just woke up" I replied sleepily
"Well hurry" he replied before hanging up
I turned over, I gasped when I saw Louis beside me. I forgot that I had snuck into his room last light.
I got up quietly without waking him.
He was still sleeping, his ankle with the now melted ice was sticking out of the thick comforter. It looked alot less swollen now.
I caught himself smiling at the sleeping boy. This was the only time he wasn't annoying. He's almost...cute?
As soon as I realized I was smiling, I shook my head and slightly slapped my face
I tiptoed over back to his bed and brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead, he stirred in his sleep
"Louis, wake up" I said softly. He cracked open his eyes
"Does your ankle feel better?" I asked
"Yeah" he yawned, turning onto his side and slipping his legs off the side of the bed. He scratched his unshaven scruffy chin as he slowly stood up. I grabbed his forearm so he wouldn't fall.
"Still a bit sore but its better. Did you um.....did you stay here last night?" he said
"I uh, no. Do you need more ice?" I asked, trying to change the subject. How would he feel if he found out I came into his room in the middle of the night and spooned him? He can't find out.
"I think I'm okay, but thank you. Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked, swinging his feet over the side of the bed.
"I'm not, come on let's go" I mumble as Louis furrows his eyebrows in confusion
I watched as he hobbled forward toward the door. I opened it and walked out, my suitcase in hand. I heard him wincing as he tried to keep up
"You okay?"
"Yeah"
I rolled my eyes and put my bag down
"Get on, we're going to be late" I shook my head as I faced away from him and hunched over
Louis rolled his eyes, sighing but complying with me. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I hauled him onto my back, picking up my bag.
Silently, I walked down the cold hallway with Louis on my back
He gently rested his chin on my shoulder, I could feel his warm, even breaths on my cheek, and for some reason I didn't find it as annoying as I should have. I smiled, and we laughed as we walked down the desolate hallway.
We made it out of the hotel and to the bus, the boys were already sleeping again. I nodded to the driver and he started up the bus. I sat Louis on the couch and sat beside him, taking my phone out.
He sat there, looking out the window and fiddling with his thumbs for a while.
"I'm sorry" he said in a whisper, looking at me but not making eye contact
"What?" I replied, pretending to be engrossed in my phone, but in reality all my attention was at him. But he didn't have to know that, I was being nonchalant.
"I'm sorry for....for being a burden. I know you hate me-"
"I don't hate you" I said back, eyes still glued to my phone as I clenched my jaw.
These words seemed foreign to me, even though I had said the same ones the night before. It was different now that he was conscious and could accually hear.
"You don't?" He asked, I shook my head
He was silent again.
He layed his head back to rest on the back of the couch, closing his eyes with his arms crossed comfortably across his chest.
I looked at him from the corner of my eye, quickly looking back at my phone. I don't know what possesed me to do what I did next.
I wrapped my arm around the back of the couch behind his neck and pulled him to my chest. His eyes fluttered open for a second before he smiled into my chest and got comfortable. My cheeks got extremely red, good thing nobody can see. I opened and closed random apps on my phone for a few more minutes so it looked like I was busy before I turn it off.
I lean into his side so that he's laying half on my chest, and I close my eyes myself, drifting off into a deep sleep.
•
Shortly after Niall woke up and walked in on us cuddling. He slapped a hand over his mouth and quickly woke the others up, who had the same reaction.
Louis had moved up in his sleep, his entire face now pressed into the crook of my neck. Our bodies were pressed flush against eachother, he was directly ontop of me. I woke up first in this position, he softly snored as he grabbed the fabric of my crewneck, bunching it up absentmindedly in his fist.
I was running my hand up and down his back when the three of them came back into the room. They smiled at me which I reciprocated
"What are you-"
"I don't know" I whispered in a laugh
"He just fell asleep on me and I don't have the heart to wake him up" I said softly, even though it wasn't entirely true.
"That's new, I'm happy you don't hate him anymore" Liam chuckled
"You're a good guy, Harry" Zayn smiled
I just smiled and moved my head to rest ontop of Louis' hair.
It was still about 2 and a half hours on the bus until we got to our next performance location. Louis woke up a while later. He pushed himself up with his hands to sit up beside me.
"Sorry" he said, he looked extremely embarrassed and vulnerable with everyone looking at him.
"Don't apologize Lou" I shook my head. Louis smiled back and stood up, rubbing his sweaty palms over his thighs.
"Where are you going?" I asked
"Bathroom"
"Do you need help?"
"I think I'll be okay Harry" he laughed. I laughed with him, standing up and wrapping a supportive arm around his waist, walking him to the bathroom
He rolled his eyes with a smile before going through the door
I stayed outside the door for him, walking him back to the couch when he was done
"Thanks Haz" he smiled. I looked up at him when he said that, he hadn't called me that name for years. I nodded with a grin.
We all layed around for the next half hour, making easy conversation and cracking jokes.
I secretly wanted to cuddle with him again, but I didn't know how to get him back in that position without making things awkward. I told myself that was a one time thing. Everything is going to go back to normal after today, after his ankle gets better.
But is it bad to say I don't really want to? I'm less scared now.
•
We stood on stage with smiles on our faces as we began to sing. As Louis' solo came up I shushed the audience. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling the cool breeze on my face. I've never really realized before, his voice is really pretty.
I smile as he finnished his solo and I find myself clapping along with the audience.
Liam looked at me from across the stage, motioning to a bottle of water. I smirked as we grabbed our bottles and snuck up behind Louis. The crowd gasped as Louis just clapped along with Niall and Zayn singing.
"3, 2, 1" Liam counted down as we unscrewed the caps and dumped the contents onto Louis. He spun around, his hair plastered to his face and his thin white tank top drenched. He grabbed his own bottle, but before he could open it we ran away laughing.
Liam went to one side of the stage while I went to the other, Louis chased after me as Liam grabbed his mic laughing, preparing for his solo.
I looked behind me to see him still chasing me with the water bottle. He caught up to me and poured his cold water down my back. He let out a shreiky laugh as I whipped around and grabbed him by the waist, lifting him up as he bicycled his legs in the air.
"Hazza! Put me down!" He giggled, throwing his head back. His smile was so big, I hadn't seen him like this since the Xfactor days.
I spun him around and set him down gently, minding his ankle. My arms were still wrapped around him, one around his chest and the other under his arm and across his stomach and hips. I laughed into his back as I gave him a soft squeeze.
Before leaving, I placed a small peck to the centre of his shoulder blades, in the middle of his back.
I smiled at him as I walked away back to the front of the stage. I started singing again and as I looked back I saw his face turning a deep shade of red.
I smirked and smashed my solo.
•
We all lounged around the hotel lobby, small flutes of champagne and shots littering the table. We wanted to go out tonight to celebrate our concert but there were no bars around. The hotel bar was the next best thing.
The bartender, a middle aged woman, sat on a small bar stool behind the island, a scowl permanently drawn onto her face. Her arms crossed as she served us drinks and watched us shoot them back like water.
We were all drunk, not the blackout kind, the fun and fuzzy kind of drunk.
We laughed at nothing as we told childhood stories and tried to play a match of charades, Zayns impression of every animal was exactly the same and we got quite the kick out of that.
One by one we trailed out of the room, sleepily pressing the buttons in the lift, too tired to climb the stairs. Soon enough, Niall said goodnight and it was just Louis and I, sitting in opposite red leather chairs.
I smiled at him drunkenly making him blush profusely and giggle. Probably just the alcohol though.
The bartender darted her eyes between us.
The soft melodic tune of slow elevator music hummed in the background.
An idea approached my mind, and in my drunken state, it was the most perfectly romantic thing to me.
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