Behind the Cameras

Well Well Wellington

April 2012- New Zealand

Harry thought he might have been drunk.

Louis definitely was, yelling and laughing obnoxiously at Niall. Niall was drunk too, dancing for no reason and ordering beer after beer. No one was stopping him. Liam was tipsy, grinning at Louis and poking Niall. Harry wasn't sure where Zayn was.

The tour had been nice, but they had just finished their last concert. Now they had a break for a month. Harry was excited to go home to Princess Park. Then see his family.

He never realized he thought of Princess Park as home. He beamed to himself.

"Why are you smiling, Hazza?" Louis looked at him, pink lips wet from alcohol and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Harry blushed.

He felt like he fell in love with Louis again and again every day.

"Nothing," Harry mumbled. He took a swig of Niall's beer.

The air outside was warm, and the bar was thinning out. They were sitting at some tables outside, and Harry thought there might have been people across the street looking at them.

Niall came and swiped his beer from Harry's hand, shooting him a glare.

"Let's dance!" Louis decided, grabbing Harry by his wrist. Harry was silent as Louis pulled him up. There wasn't a dance floor, or music, but Louis started spinning anyway and singing loudly. Harry giggled.

Louis pointed at Harry and yelled "boyfriend!" Harry giggled some more. Louis was something else when he was drunk.

Louis came over to Harry and Harry realized a bit too late that he was coming in to kiss him. He grabbed Louis' hand and spun him around.

"We're in public," he murmured.

Unbothered, Louis pulled away to keep dancing.

"I'm tired," Liam announced a bit later, and Harry agreed quickly. They had to pull Niall and Louis out, the both of them laughing for no reason. They would stop laughing, look at each other, then burst into laughter again. Harry and Liam rolled their eyes to one another.

They were driven back to their hotel, and Harry and Liam chatted about their plans for break while Louis and Niall poked at each other.

They got back, and ran into some fans at the elevators in the lobby. Security was holding them back, but they were loud. Harry glanced at Louis who was usually very sweet with fans, but Louis' eyes were glazed over and he didn't seem to notice them. Harry threw one of them a polite wave.

As they stepped into the elevator, Louis put his hand on Harry's waist possessively. Harry felt a wave of arousal shoot through him, and quickly glanced back at the group of fans, hoping they hadn't noticed.

The elevator doors closed, and Louis kept his hand on Harry's hip tightly. Louis and Niall were finally silent, and Liam was leaning his head against the wall of the elevator. Paul was looking pretty tired, too.

The silence broke when the doors opened on their floor. "See ya later, wankers," Niall mumbled as he headed to his room. Liam gave them a wave. Paul glanced at Louis' hand on Harry, but didn't say anything.

Louis led Harry to their room, his grip punishing, nails digging into Harry's hip bone. Harry was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

Louis finally let go when they came in, only to grab onto Harry's wrist and spin him around. Harry's back pressed into Louis' chest and his bum was against Louis' groin, which was definitely quite hard.

Louis thumbed under Harry's t-shirt, pressing his cold fingers into the skin above Harry's hip bones."Want me to fuck you, doll?" His voice was sugary sweet.