Something's Not Right
-Harry-
I slapped Louis's bum playfully and whispered in his ear, "You'll do great tonight, Baby Cakes."
He responded with a peck on the cheek and a tad too polite of a "Thanks." I smiled and went to the dressing room to get dressed. We still had about an hour before the show, but I just wanted to be ready. I felt like something was off about me today, but perhaps I was just imagining something. It was probably just nerves for performing for such a large city such as Atlanta.
Niall came in while I was slipping my shirt on, and said, "I really need some food. It seems like I haven't eaten in forever!"
"Niall, you just ate an hour ago," I commented.
"Well, you know me. Got any Doritos, lad?"
"Sorry, Niall, I haven't got any." He sighed and mumbled something about Nando's while he wandered away.
The next hour rushed by quite quickly, and by the time I knew it, the stage manager was handing us mics, getting us ready to go on. I got in line to burst onto stage for what seemed like the hundredth time that year. The stage lit up and Zayn ran onstage, followed by Liam, Niall, me, and Louis.
"We're like 'na, na, na'. Then we're like 'yeah, yeah, yeah'. Always like 'na, na, na'. Then we're like 'yeah, yeah, yeah'." I focused on the words I sang, not that I needed to, but I just didn't feel myself today. Then, I realized why.
