Daisies [louis-centric]

9

"The answer is no"

"I don't care if it's bad for publicity- no! We are not going to go out clubbing when Louis is so fragile!"

Liam was livid.

He was absolutely livid.

He knew that everybody else knew he was angry by the way they were strategically surrounding him just incase he lost it.

"I- I will go out but only me. Louis needs people to be here with him and over my dead body will I allow you guys to use him as another one of your pawns in your sick publicity game. Not now. Not when he's not stable"

Liam sighed as the pr manager reluctantly agreed, telling Liam to be at Club Magic at nine pm sharp.

It was so aggravating. The boys could go so long without any pr stunts but the second something happens within the band that required the others to be there, they decide to split them back up by making them go to clubs or hotels where it's mysteriously been leaked that some super model is there.

They've been a band for four years and Liam will never understand why they do it.

The alpha lets his shoulders sag as he hung up the phone, ignoring the pitiful looks of the people around him.

"Where are you going?" Paul caught his arm before he could pass, a worried look on his face.

"To Louis" he didn't mean for it to sound as gruff as it did and judging by Paul's reaction, he was no longer going to see Louis.

"Maybe calm down a little bit. Louis doesn't need a big, strong alpha overwhelming him right now. Go get a drink of water or go to the gym and blow off some steam. I care for you kid. Take care of yourself" the burly beta left with a pat on Liams back, following the rest of security to their separate bus.

—

"How's he doing?" Liam asked once he finally cooled down and got back on the tour bus.

"He seems a bit better. He's been attached to Nialls hip since this morning" Zayn sat on one of the barstools, pressing his forehead against the cool countertop.

He's had an ongoing headache for the the last two weeks -actually, the last four years if he's being honest with himself- that wouldn't go away, no matter how many pain killers he took.

"How's Harry doing? I know the whole Louis thing is throwing him off. He doesn't know what to do with himself" Zayn nodded at Liams words, moving his head slightly to the side because the counter got warm.

"He's doing okay, I think. He's been moping all day but nothing else really"

The two alphas fell into silence, Zayn shifting his head whenever the counter got warm and Liam making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Can you stop moving. Your anxious pheromones are making my headache worse" Zayn mumbled, stilling Liams movements.

"Sorry" Liam answered back, trying to shift again, quieter this time.

"Oh for fucks sakes" Liams body completely stopped moving as Zayn draped over him, tucking his arms underneath Liams armpits as he laid his head on the other alphas chest.

"If this doesn't stop you from moving I'm going to kick you in the back of the neck" Zayn threatened, relaxing his body.

"Ehm... okay then" Liam shifted one final time, turning them both on their sides, his back against the couch as Zayn hugged him.

From this distance he could practically feel Zayns emotions -most likely because when two or more people spend ample amount of time together, they bond in a way that mates do, practically feeling one another's feelings- and smell a faint, sour stench of sickness.

Zayn was sick.

"Zayn? What's wrong?"

"Liam, I swear to god if you don't stop moving- how long have you been sick?" Liam cut him off, the darker haired alpha going quiet.

"It's nothing Li. Seasonal sickness is all" but Liam was already feeling his head and checking his pulse.

"Li- Liam! I'm fine!" Zayn pushed Liams hand away after the fourth time it was placed against his forehead.

"It's just a cold. Paul already has me taking emergen-C at night. That shit is nasty so it better work" Zayn settled back onto Liams chest, holding the alphas hands so he couldn't be tempted to place them against his head.

"The best way to get rid of a cold is to sleep it off. I can't do that with you trying to feel me up, can I? No, I can't" Zayn closed his eyes.

"I don't think- shhhh Liam. Let me sleep it off" the bulky alpha had a feeling that what Zayn said had a double meaning but he quieted down anyways, barely breathing until he knew Zayn was asleep.

Every once in a while, Liam would glance at the ceiling, wondering, "when did everything get so shitty?"

Even before Louis' situation started there were obvious problems.

They were all just so tired all the time and no amount of sleep would fix the nights they missed.

Liam can't even remember the last time he got to see his family in person -which is a lie, he does remember, but for the sake of his sad feelings, he's allowed to over exaggerate things- or the last time he got to go somewhere without being followed by fans, paps, or security. They all blended in Liams eyes as the same people at this point.

Liam had one last thought before he met sleep consume him like it did Zayn.

"Will it ever get better?"

—

Woah? Two chapters written and published in the time span of like two weeks? Am I feeling okay?

The answer is no, butttt I have been having good luck with this book and not having writers block.

If some things don't make sense towards the end it's because I'm tired, I have a headache, and the letters are kinda starting go blur together in my screen and I like publishing chapters at night so I can look at all the glorious notifications on the morning to start off my day good