LOUIS' P.O.V
We are on stage. This is our first of three Wembley shows we have to do for this tour. I haven't had a panic attack this time, I managed to stay calm with the help of Harry and his soothing words. We are half way through the show, we are about to sing 'Stockholm syndrome' and the crowd is going wild. The atmosphere in the room is overwhelming but I can't let it get the best of me or else I will lose control. I need to stay in control of my emotions to save myself embarrassment.
The song starts and the fans sing along until the end. Once the song ends the crowd chant 'again' but we can't sing it again, we have a tracking sheet to go by and if we don't the show will last too long. So we start the next song straight away without Niall talking. 'One thing' is all he shouts then we start.
Liam is singing and I look over to were Harry is. Surrisingly, he is looking back at me with a smirk on his face. He does a gesture and points to my crotch then to his mouth, does he want a blowjob? It takes me a moment before it sinks in then I turn to face him again.
"I feel the same. Bad boy!", I mouth to him as our eyes meet again.
HARRY'S P.O.V
I wink at Louis then I make my way to the edge of the stage to encourage the fans to sing along. Holding my microphone out as far as I can, the crowd sings alone. I can't focus though. My thoughts drown out the singing coming from the crowd, are we really going to do this?
