Don't Let Things Die [L.S]

2013

2013

"Wait! Don't tell me." - I said, first thing after we landed. - "Let me guess." - I looked around, trying to recognize the place.

"Okay." - Emily said, shrugging.

"Oooh, instruments over there." - I said, pointing to a few guitars on the side of a hallway. - "Oh! There's Helene." - I smiled, looking at Helene interacting with another crew member. - "And look! That guy is putting colored tape on our microphones!" - I pointed at the guy covering the end of one microphone with yellow tape, leaving it next to the other four. - "We are on tour again."

"No shit, Sherlock." - Emily rolled her eyes.

"Hey."

"What? You wanted me to praise you?"

"Well, if I remember correctly." - I said, pointing to a couple of camera men standing outside the dressing rooms with their cameras on top of their shoulders ready. - "This is the Take Me Home Tour." - I said and she hummed, nodding. - "And we're recording the movie."

"Great job, pet." - She said, sarcastically. - "If you weren't a singer, you'd be a great detective."

"Oh, shut it. I hate you." - I huffed, not paying any more attention to her and starting to walk around in search of my younger self.

The dressing room the five of us shared had the door open as the camera guys were taking a few shots.

I could spot Liam walking around shirtless while drinking a soda, Zayn laying on a couch with his legs on top of a coffee table while our make up artist was trying to apply some foundation on him before the show, Niall was playing softly on his guitar while he watched the news on the tv hanging on the wall, and my younger self was in a corner just singing some made up song at the top of his lungs.
Harry, he was nowhere to be seen.

Liam grew tired of listening to my screaming, so he put his soda aside and slapped the back of my head.

"Stop it." - He groaned.

"Oh, Liam. Don't be like that." - My younger self laughed.

"Are you stoned?"

"Ha!" - Young Louis snorted. - "I'm a responsible person, Liam." - Young Louis poked his chest. - "I would never smoke." - He said, then got closer to him and whispered. - "Not in front of the cameras."

"So, you did." - Liam said, running his hands on his face out of frustration. - "Guys, can you stop filming please?" - He said to the camera men.

Both of them nodded, turning the camera off and getting them off their shoulders.

"Li! You shouldn't have done that!" - Louis laughed again. - "Zayn and I are fine. Was just a little joint." - He said, causing Zayn to cackle.

"I don't remember any of this." - I said to Emily. - "But it's quite funny."

"Yeah, sure."

"Where's Harry though?"

"You'll see." - She said.

"Zayn." - Liam said, getting closer to him and pushing his legs from the coffee table. - "How much did he actually smoke?"

"Like three?" - Zayn chuckled, pushing the makeup artist away. - "Don't know. The first one didn't hit."

"Yeah, so we tried again." - Young Louis laughed. - "Adding a few beers."

"And don't forget the Absolut." - Zayn joined in the laughter.

"Niall, can you go find Harry? He can deal with Louis better than I can." - Liam sighed.

Niall nodded, setting his guitar aside and leaving the room.