Behind the Cameras

Jimmy Kimmel Live! Skype

June 2013- Nashville, Tennessee

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Not this being part 28 😭

Louis wiped the toothpaste off his upper lip before everyone else, bothered by the stickiness. Liam, for some reason, had rubbed it in all over his chin as well, seemingly making a toothpaste goatee.

Louis was only with Niall in the room, but he could see Harry, Liam, and Zayn through the screen. They were on some Skye call with Jimmy Kimmel, and he was playing a game where he had pitted them against each other. Somehow, it turned into Harry coming onto the screen wearing just boxers, and Louis froze for a moment.

Jimmy announced that he and Niall had lost, and Louis snapped out of his trance and yelled unhappily. He could just barely hear the other boys celebrating next door- he honestly was unsure why they had decided to separate them. Maybe just for better camera angles.

Kimmel logged off, and Niall went to the sink to wash off his face. Louis was pretty sure they had another interview later, but a couple of hours now. He was exhausted.

The warmth of the couch overtook him, and Louis leaned down and closed his eyes.

"Lou, are you asleep?" It was just barely a whisper, but Louis recognized Harry's voice immediately. He smiled softly as he blinked.

Niall had left, he guessed, and Harry was standing over him, grinning.

Louis yawned. "Sorry, baby, what's up?" He moved his legs a bit, and Harry plopped down next to him.

"It's okay..." Harry said. "You can sleep."

"Yeah, yeah." Louis grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him down so they were lying sideways facing each other.

"Ah, I'm gonna fall!" Harry squealed and managed to wrap his legs around Louis in just the right way so he wouldn't fall backward off the couch.

Louis forgot how much Harry had grown in the past year until they were lying next to each other like this. He felt a bit small as he wrapped his hands around Harry's waist, touching his back to pull him in.

"Lou," Harry muttered. His face was so close that his warm breath tickled Louis' eyelashes. Harry blinked at him, slow and serene, and Louis already knew they were going to have sex. Lately, they had been strapped for time, running around and screaming, almost always on the bus. They were mostly never allowed to communicate in public, and since they spent 75% of their day in public, Louis felt like they barely saw each other.

They glanced at each other when they could, over the awning of Zayn's hair. Louis squeezed Harry's hand in elevators as they headed up to other interview places. On the bus, they kissed even if the other boys were there. They didn't have sex on the bus, though. They had more or less been banned from that.

The only times they really spent together was when they got hotels for the night instead of driving through. Then, they could order oily pizza and fries, and fuck each on a soft duvet cover, not having to worry about cleaning up afterward. Harry always would take the sheets off and fold them after, though. OCD or some shit.

Recently, it had leaked that management only rented four hotel rooms for the boys, and they told Louis to fib and say he liked sleeping on the bus. Louis found this to be one of the funniest things ever. Out of all the lies he had told about him and Harry, this was his favorite. It was so easy to see through. Who the fuck preferred to sleep in a dinky uncomfortable bed on a tour bus over a five-star hotel room king bed?