I Cant Help Falling In Love With You {L.S}

Publicity

Summary: Harry hates Louis, Louis hates Harry, but soon their walls break down.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.