Behind the Cameras

Everyone has a titanic for the first time face

December 2013- Australia

Hey besties sorry it's been forever. I got busy, then got addicted to a new TV show so I stopped writing for a hot second. Anyway, this one's pretty short. I'm a bit drunk, and it was edited quickly, so sorry for mistakes. But imma have a really good and long and kinky af one for you on Sunday! Promise 😊

WE'RE GONNA PRETEND THIS IS ACCURATE I THOUGHT I READ THEY WERE IN AUSTRALIA BUT NOW IDK JUST ENJOY IT THANKS

Everything was so fucking hot. Harry was dripping, and his back sweat was headed into some uncomfortable places. The thing was, it was December. It was supposed to be cold! He hated Australia.

Of course, Louis was sweating too, but somehow he just looked like he had some light mist sprayed on him. He was glowing. Harry groaned to himself. He probably looked like a bucket of water had been dumped over his head.

Being hot made him horny as hell for some reason, and Louis looking like the sun had just kissed his forehead was not helping.

Harry uncomfortably shifted in his jeans so it wasn't too obvious. Their interview was almost done, being held outside of all places. It had to be like 100 degrees. Harry was dying.

They finished, and all stood and shook the interviewers hand. Liam threw his arm over Harry's shoulders as they headed back into the building. "Fun, mate, hm?"

Harry shrugged him off. "It's too hot," he whined.

Niall chuckled from behind them. "Yeah, you're soaked," Niall commented.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks."

There were fans outside of the stadium where they had the interview, and security paused before they headed out into the masses. Harry immediately attached himself to Louis' arm, and he thought he might have heard Louis scoff.

"I want food," whined Niall.

"I think I saw a slot machine a bit back," offered Liam.

Niall made eyes at Paul, and Paul groaned and waved him off with someone to go to the slot machine. Liam followed.

"I'm going for a smoke," said Zayn.

"Literally where?" asked Paul. He motioned outside to the crowd. "We're waiting until Niall and Liam come back, then we're getting in the cars."

Harry wiped sweat off his forehead. Ugh, he needed to be sitting in a cool car with air conditioning on his face. Louis poked his waist and Harry squeaked.

Niall came back with three bags of sunchips and Liam with a coke, rolling his eyes at Niall. "Less-go!" called Niall, managing to spit out half his mouth of chips. Harry winced.

"Zayn, Louis," said Paul. "First car."

Harry tightened his grip on Louis' wrist, feeling possessive. Louis must have noticed his discomfort (or he was horny too), because he pulled his wrist out of Harry's hand to intertwine their fingers.

"Come on, Paul," said Louis. "Let Haz and I go together on this one."

"Don't make this more complicated than it already is, Tomlinson," snapped Paul. Louis opened his mouth then closed it. Liam shifted in discomfort. Niall crunched his chip loudly.

Louis sighed. "Sorry, babe." He squeezed Harry's hand and let himself be pulled to the door with Zayn.

Harry frowned to himself. Louis didn't usually give up so easily. And he definitely wasn't. He caught Louis' eye as Louis headed out the door with security, and saw a glint beneath the blue. Oh, okay.