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"What did you two do outside, all alone?"

Niall's PoV:

They got to be fucking kidding me. My poor Larry heart can't take it. They were all alone and come in a blushing mess and they are BOTH wearing blue and green. A coincidence? I think not. In my head I silently thank Zayn for his question, otherwise I would've asked. Probably less politely. I have to seal my mouth with my hands so I don't start squealing. I don't think either Harry nor Louis would approve of that. I'm a lucky guy, I met them only a few weeks ago. Harry after his concert and Louis at the festival. Yep, that was me. But I was always a hopeless Larry shipper and even if they don't get together, James and I will never lose hope. Ok, breath, Niall, breath.

"What happened outside, guys?" I now ask without sounding hopeful (well that was the plan, I don't think it worked).

Both of them blush even more, before Louis decides to speak up:

Louis' PoV to create a flashback:

I'm waiting outside, no clue how I could get inside. I'm nervous. Did they forget our meeting? Did I get the time or place wrong? Just as I start to walk towards the door, which probably led to the hotel lobby, to check if they are inside, somebody comes out the door in a hurry. It's a familiar mop of chocolate brown curls accompanied with shimmering green eyes. He hasn't seen me yet and just walks straight into me. Me too starstruck by his beau- him, forget how to get out the way and we both tumble to the floor. He groans, but he landed on me! I should be the one groaning. He looks down to who he's run over and his eye widen in surprise: "Oops." 

"Hi" I say breathlessly. He gets up, clearly flustered and offers me his hand which I gladly take.

Niall's PoV:

"We kind of ran into each other and fell over?"

He formulates the sentence as a question which makes it even funnier for us.

Soon Liam, Zayn and I are laughing our asses off and Harry and Louis are standing there chuckling.

It's the same as it was.

Zayn, Liam and I then say hello after we calmed down. We decide to go to the little coffee shop the hotel includes. It's a really cosy place, full of light with lilac walls and white and black furniture. And they serve pastry, totally overpriced but still good.

Harry is looking around happily. He then turns around to tell us that he's in love with the colours of this place. And it truly looks amazing. We sit down at a table in the back and stare at each other. I don't really want to start the conversation so I just look at my friends. But we can't sit silently, we never could so I send one look in Harry's direction and we both burst out laughing. The others join in and probably everyone thinks we are crazy, but I don't care. When the laughter dies down I ask the usual ice breaker question: "How were you all doing?" And we chatted and laughed and talked and spilled tea. Just everything I wished for the last couple of years. My brothers and my "no-we're-not-together" couple back again with me.

Harry's PoV:

Everything is going well but I can't really participate in the conversation. Louis is sitting opposite from me and looks illegally good and I'm always quite nervous before shows. Wait... Did I just think Louis looks good? I'm distracted by him? No, no, no that's just my nerves talking. Yep, obviously just my nerves. Obviously.

Louis' PoV:

I feel somebody staring at me and, Harry's stare makes me feel uncomfortable. I can't read him. Is he still angry with me? Is he over it? Did he forgive me or is he just tolerating me? If I would've known that than I wouldn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze. I just try to ignore it, like I did before but it doesn't work anymore. I get the feeling he's really nervous so I check. And yes, there it is: The playing with his hair and the lip-bite he always did when he was nervous. I turn away from the conversation and look at him. He senses my stare and gives me a questioning look. I lean forward a little bit and ask silently, nearly whispering: "Why are you nervous, Haz-Harry?" We're not there anymore. I loved to call him Hazza, Haz, Hazzabear and more but I don't think he would appreciate it now after what I did.

He blinks surprised, once, twice. Then he sighs and looks down. Silently, so silently I nearly don't catch it, he tells me: "You know how I was always nervous before shows and didn't say much? That didn't change."

We were always different when it came to dealing with nervousness. I would be talking way to much and Harry didn't talk at all. And apparently we both didn't change. To keep him distracted and because I'm being my noisy self, I ask him question about his life and he responds quietly. When I run out of questions he seems a bit distracted and a little bit happier. Probably because he's currently not thinking about his show.

Nope, I was wrong. Yes, he's not as nervous as before and he talks to us now but he definitely still thought about his show. I mean he invited us to come and watch it and stay in this hotel so we can spend the day tomorrow together. And of course we all accepted with wide smiles visible on our face. Apparently everyone except for me once saw him performing live or streamed it. And they are all thrilled.

I'm afraid to go watch the show tonight. I just really hope he doesn't have too many hate songs dedicated to me. I don't think I'll survive more then one.

27.07.22
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