Behind the Cameras

Post Leeds Festival

August 2011- England

It was warm outside. The air was still. The silence was deafening.

Only a couple screams and shouts were coming from the distance. Louis was holding Harry's hand. Harry was smiling.

It was evening, and the sun was beginning to set in the distance. The ground was littered with streamers and trash after the festival. It had ended just a couple hours ago.

Louis and Harry had spent three days sleeping in a tent, meeting fans, eating a lot (especially Louis) and having fun. However, as fun as it was, they hadn't had time for anything romantic. They were too surrounded. Even in the dark of their tent at night, they still felt a bit on display. All that had happened was a couple chaste kisses and silent handjobs under the sheets.

Harry still felt like he had one of the best times of his life. He thought he might be in love with Louis. He glanced over to him. Louis' feathery hair was blowing a bit, and his skin was glowing. He grinned at Harry.

A car was coming soon to pick them up, and bring them back to a hotel the boys were staying at. Tomorrow, they were going back to doing promo. The What Makes You Beautiful music video had just been released a week or so ago. It was kind of blowing up.

Harry yawned. To his left, Louis feigned a gasp and hit his shoulder. "Harry, we're not even back! You'll make me tired!"

Harry grinned to himself, and yawned again just to spite Louis. He gasped when Louis tackled him down onto the grass. It was pretty soft, but Harry still grunted when his back hit the ground. Louis was a bit smaller than him, but Harry was pretty sure Louis would always be able to tackle him. Harry was quite clumsy.

Louis was kneeling over him, grinning down at him.

"I-," Harry started.

Louis kissed him. It was soft. He pulled away a moment later, after Harry had lost all his breath.

"What was that, Hazza?" Louis asked, swiping a curl out of his eyes.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, and he was kissed again. Louis opened his mouth too, and pressed his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting him. Harry kissed him back frantically, putting his hands on Louis' hips.

Louis pulled away again silently. Harry lifted his head from the ground, chasing Louis' lips. Louis smirked.

They were silent for a moment as Louis ran his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry turned his head towards the feeling, closing his eyes.

Louis kissed him again. Harry felt a bit woozy. Time seemed to stop whenever Louis pressed his lips against Harry's.

Louis kept kissing him, on his lips and his cheek and his eyelids and his nose. Harry didn't think he was breathing.

After what felt like a million years, Louis sighed and pushed himself up. He stood next to Harry and dusted himself off. "Come on, sweetheart," Louis chuckled when he saw Harry hadn't moved. He offered his hand.

Harry grabbed Louis' hand and stood, Louis leaning over to brush a leaf off his shoulder. He leaned over to kiss Harry once more, then grabbed his hand. Harry followed him silently, dazed. Louis was always spontaneous like this, then acted like he didn't have a care in the world.

Harry honestly thought he might be in love with him. He wondered if he should tell him.

"C'mon," Louis said. Harry groaned. He wanted to stay at the festival. He already missed watching Louis pose for pictures with ketchup dripping from his chin. He missed Louis' infectious laugh when Harry had accidentally slipped on his own banana peel after missing the trash can. Harry began to drag his feet on the green grass littered with neon confetti.