Harry sits in bed, Louis asleep against him, head on his shoulder, arm over his stomach. He's snoring softly. Harry has one arm around him and the other looking through his phone. Harry scrolls through his contacts until he finds Niall. He presses the bright green call button.
"Hey, Niall." Harry says when he picks up.
"Harry!" Niall says, a smile in his voice. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Alright," Harry says, laughing. "Moving on. What time is the concert tonight?"
"Seven thirty." Niall says. "It's actually just thirty minutes from my house. Meet here at five, kay? Can't be late."
"Okay." Harry says. He checks the time. Four. He should probably wake up Louis. "Bye. See you soon."
"Bye." Niall says, hanging up.
Harry slips his phone in his pocket and turns to look at Louis. "Lou." He whispers. "Louis, you gotta wake up." He kisses his forehead in an attempt to gently wake him up.
Louis lifts his head, squinting against the light, looking at Harry. "Oh. Is it time to go?"
"Soon. I wanted to see you first. Spend some time with you. I barely get to do that now." Harry says. He kisses him. "Hello."
"Hello." Louis says, grinning. "That's a pretty great way to wake up, you know."
Harry plays with the hem of Louis's shirt, smiling brightly. "We should probably get ready, huh? Niall'll probably kill us if we don't."
"Maybe just a couple more minutes, yeah?" Louis says. "Like you said, we barely get to spend time together."
Harry smiles. "Okay." He kisses him. "But I mean, we'd be late. And Niall'd kill us."
"Maybe that's okay." Louis says, eyes moving to his lips for a split second before returning to his bright green eyes.
"Not to Niall, it isn't." Harry says. "Come on. We have to get ready, love."
Harry gets out of bed and grabs Louis's hand, pulling him up too. Louis groans but stays on his feet once Harry makes him. Harry walks into the closet, finding an outfit suitable for the concert. Once they're both dressed and ready, they walk to the car and drive to Niall's house.
"Get in here!" Niall says, grabbing them by the collars of their shirts and pulling them inside roughly.
"We aren't even late!" Harry says, yanking his shirt out of Niall's grip. He straightens it, glaring at him, but he's smiling.
Niall just shakes his head, releasing Louis too. "Alright, guys, time to go!"
Liam and Zayn run in from the living room. Niall looks like he's ready to murder them when they skid in, not dressed properly yet.
"Liam." Niall says, falsely calm in a murderous way. "Zayn. Why the hell aren't you ready!?"He snaps.
Liam pulls off the shirt he's wearing and reveals the shirt he's wearing to the concert. Zayn does the same. Niall sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Alright." Niall sighs. "Fine. Let's go. But don't scare me like that again. I am not amused."
Once they get there, fans greet them as always in a blur of voices and hands and shouts. They each give a few autographs and walk into the building. Harry links his and Louis's pinkies briefly. They can't hold hands in public, so sometimes, they do that. Louis wishing so badly that they could actually hold hands and Harry does that whenever he sees how much Louis needs him.
"Ready, boys?" Niall says, grinning, looking between the four of them.
They all nod. They walk out onto the stage and the crowd screams. Louis turns to Harry. I love you, Harry mouths. Louis smiles. You too, he mouths back. Niall greets the crowd and they start.
Written on these walls are the stories that I can't explain
Leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Harry looks at Louis while they play. He knows how badly Louis wishes they were just a normal couple. That they could go on dates. That they could tell people without it being a world-wide scandal. That they could holds hands in public. He can see it in the way he does everything. And Harry hates it. He hates seeing him like that. But then again, he loves just getting to look at him.
Story of my life
I'll take her home
I'll spend her love
Until she's broke inside
The story of my life
"Louis!" Harry shouts, running over to him after the concert when they left Niall's. "Lou, wait!" Louis turns around and looks at Harry. His eyes are red. "Lou, what's wrong?"
Louis had stormed out of the house without saying so much as goodbye. He'd slammed the door and began to run down the street.
"Harry, it's so hard." He whispers. "All I want is to tell the whole world that I love you, but I can't. The closest I'll ever get is whispering it onstage. And that hurts. It hurts to love you, Haz. But I do it. Because I don't know what I would do if I didn't love you. Because I couldn't not love you. But I can't tell anyone and that sucks. And I know you know that and I know that you can't do anything about it, but it still hurts, Harry. It hurts so bad every second of every fucking day."
"I know." Harry says, stepping forward, moving closer to him, not touching him, but almost. "I know."
They stand in front of each other. "Harry?" Louis whispers.
"Yeah?" Harry says, taking both of his hands and intertwining his fingers.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this." Louis says, his voice trembling, a tear falling down his cheek.
Harry looks at him, his heart aching. "But Louis, I need you."
"I know, Haz." Louis says softly. "I need you too. I really need you too."
Harry walks closer to him and hugs him, wrapping his arms around him. He holds him like he'll never let go. Like this is the last time he'll ever see him. Like it's goodbye. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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Fanfictionā°āā¤ louis tomlinson and harry styles are in love. they love each other but they can't tell anyone because that could cost all five of them the band. harry doesn't mind. not as long has he has his louis. But louis does. he hates it and he doesn't kno...
