girl almighty • larry stylinson

eleven

seriously this song.

It's quiet; Niall's the one who first notices it. They're in their private plane, and Louis and Harry are plain sitting there beside each other, there's no blanket all over one with the other one's hand shoved underneath, they don't whisper to each other's ears and the first one will flush red, and for the past two hours of their flight, they didn't get up to the bathroom once nor the other one would follow.

Niall thinks something's wrong with him, but he's fifty percent relieved and fifty percent not. But right now, something's not normal. Really. Maybe he's overreacting, but whatever.

"Hey, Liam." The blonde leans over to pat roughly at Liam's knee.

Liam groans, and he removed his eye mask from his face with a sour look on his face, tugging on his blanket higher up himself, "What?"

"Do you think something's wrong with Harry and Louis?"

Liam rolls his eyes and tugs his blanket over his head. Niall huffs and turns his head to look at the window. All he can see are clouds, and he wishes he, too, has a stable relationship like Zayn's and Liam's. And probably like Harry and Louis', too, even though their relationship only revolves around pleasure and orgasm.

As they reach the airport, Harry and Louis separate as well as the other guys and their bodyguards. The airport's crazy, with so many fans mobbing them and some having some respect and flipping those who tried to force themselves against the boys.

"Hey..." Niall begins, reaching over to poke Louis' thigh.

Louis looks over to him, and no, Niall doesn't find sadness in them, "What, Ni?"

"Are you and Harry alright?" Niall asks, "You both are acting weird."

"We're fine." He shrugs, "Why?"

Niall purses his lips, "You two aren't yourselves."

"I haven't noticed." Louis reaches a hand up and pats Niall's head, "It's nothing to worry about, grasshopper."

Of course it's something to worry about. It's creepy, but Niall watches them. As a worried best friend, he doesn't want anything happening to his two best friends, practically brothers. Day after day, show after show, he notices them slipping apart, and it gets creepier, because he always steals the room right next to Harry and Louis' just to hear shit going on through the walls, until they separate rooms by the sixth hotel they've stopped and Niall doesn't know anymore.

Liam and Zayn are worried, too, of course, but they're not pouring as much effort as Niall does. they tried asking if they're alright; why they're not sticking one's skin and into the other like they usually do, but all they get is a, "What? We're fine!"

It's not, even both of them knows that; they're just ... scared.

shorter than usual and shows how niall's so far up larry's ass i love him.