Prologue

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When the boys from 'One Direction' (for those who don't know. The members are Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles or as he was secretly known as Harry Tomlinson, having married Louis on the 28th of September 2013) walked off yet another stage they were all tired. The travel from venue to venue was starting to take its toll on them especially Harry who was still recovering from a nasty cold that he got a week ago. Since Harry suffered from hay fever and asthma, he tended to be more acceptable to sinus infections. Louis noticing Harry's pale complexion that was on display thanks to their stylist making Harry wear a plain black T-shirt and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans along with his favourite suede colour Chelsea boots. Louis felt in order to gain full understanding of his husband's wellbeing he had to get Harry away from the crowded dressing room. Louis quickly grabbed Harry's bicep and gently lead him outside under the guise of him wanting a cigarette. Once they were in the clear, making sure no paparazzi, fans, management flunkies or even CCTV cameras could see them. Louis pulled Harry to a stop and subtly pushed him against the wall.
"You alright Hazzabear?" Harry nodded and attempted to make eye contact with Louis, but he was just so drained that even nodding was an effort. Louis lifted the back of his right hand to Harry's forehead to check his temperature, thanking his lucky stars that they have a proper thermometer on the tour bus. If management would let him drag Harry, there. You see instead of carrying around a huge medicine bag that could potentially get left behind in a hotel room or stolen by fans. Louis keeps in all in a special box on the tour bus that and Louis means everything that Harry might require such as his asthma medicines, hay fever pills, some cold and flu tablets, cough syrup and sometimes back pain relievers that Harry sometimes suffers from which is why he prefers being on the bus rather than in a hotel and the fact that Louis Tomlinson is an secret gypsy, however management loves to keep the soulmates separated because God forbid a pap caught them looking after each other and adding to the fuel that is 'Larry Stylinson'. Louis sighed as he felt the heat come off Harry's forehead, but he wasn't sure if that was due to the prancing around that his love does on stage or the fact that he had a genuine temperature.
"I'm fine Lou, just missed you is all" Harry whispered after Louis removed his hand. Louis laughed fondly.
"Don't be such a sap H. We've just performed together in front of a sold-out arena" Harry chuckled and lent his forehead against Louis' who was standing close enough. Louis intertwined their hands, his thumb immediately finding Harry's wedding band that was on his index finger because Modest! said it was not allowed to be obvious!
"I know but I haven't got to touch you all day between the interview this morning, your PR stunt this afternoon, and now the concert just now... This is literally the first time I've got to just hold your hand. I mean you didn't even kiss me goodbye when we woke up this morning" Louis giggled at the pout that was evident on Harry's face, making Harry frown slightly. Louis cooed and detached their foreheads in order to snog his husband breathless which probably wasn't the best idea as Harry had to pull away to cough into his elbow.
"Babe?"
"I'm fine love just had a tickle in the back of my throat" Louis nodded but worry was still etched on his face making Harry Eskimo kiss Lou just to get him to laugh again. Though their peacefulness was soon shattered by the sound of shoes clicking against the concrete. Louis quickly put some space between Harry and himself lighting a cigarette just as the lady from their management team arrived into view. Louis stole a quick glance at Harry and noticed his frown had returned.
"Management Hazza" Harry shook his head, flopping his shoulder length curls around then settled his weight against the wall.
"There you two are." Sally Welsh the Modest! Management representative stated looking blanked face, but her eyes said she had no patience. "Mr. Tomlinson, Mr. Styles you were expected in the dressing room straight after the concert so you could be debriefed on the next leg of the tour. Explain yourselves immediately?!" As to answer her demand Harry fell into a coughing fit that left him a little lightheaded. Louis seeing him stumble went to approach the clearly poorly boy only to remember at the last possible minute that he cannot have any sort of interaction with Harry while someone from Modest! could see.
"I came out for a fag and Harry came to get some fresh air," Sally rolled her eyes.
"Don't give me that. You came out here to do what you're forbidden to do." Now it was Louis' turn to roll his eyes, taking another puff of his cigarette. Harry who was recovering from his coughing fit only shook his head in disgust. Louis noticed the slight wheeze Harry had to his breathing shot him a look that said, "do you need your inhaler?" Harry mouthed back "no, I'm okay." Louis looked Harry over his eyes shielded by the smoke. "Yeah, right and I'm as straight as a cucumber". He thought to himself. Sally huffed and glared at the two boys standing in front of her.
"Boys you know you're not allowed to interact with each other! Please Mr. Styles proceed to the dressing room right now. Mr. Tomlinson a word?" Harry internally panicked and locked eyes with Louis who simply smiled and nodded his head to indicate that it was alright. Harry sighed deeply and headed back inside but not before coughing hard again.
"Harry make sure Liam or Zayn gives you, your inhaler from my black Adidas hoodie pocket". Harry gave a small thumbs up to indicate that he heard. Once Harry disappeared from sight Louis gazed at Sally who was wearing a stereotypical female work suit with plain black ballet flats, guess high heels just wasn't cut out for long tours.
"What do you want?" Louis asked Sally as he pulled in the final inhale of his cigarette.
"It seems we need to have a serious conversation Mr. Tomlinson".

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