Behind The Mic

four

A/N: Chapter three is private so remove this book from your library then follow me then add it back to read it.

There's a lot of switching between Harry and Louis's point of views so pay attention. Warning, mild mature content in the middle. Happy reading :)

CHAPTER FOUR

Louis's POV

My eyes flutter open as I felt my head throb. Ugh. I felt like I've been hit by a truck a million times. I felt someone's arms around me. Then I realize that it was Harry who's beside me. I immediately pushed him away from me which made him fall off the bed. Why the hell is he in the same bed as me? Fuck what happened? I'm not gay. And I'll never turn gay for Harry.

Harry suddenly stood up. My jaw dropped in shock and surprise because he was naked. He immediately covered his crotch. I removed the duvet that was wrapped around me then wrapped it again around me. Fuck. I'm also naked.

"Look, Louis, listen. We didn't do it oka-"

"Then why the fuck are we naked?!" I shouted which made my head throb even more. I groaned. I put my face in my hands. Fuck it hurts to bad.

Harry gave me some kind of painkillers and some water. I took it from him eagerly. I just really want the pain to go away.

"Loui-"

"Just get out. Go and ask Paul about our schedule for today." I surprisingly said and not shouted. My head is killing me. Harry sighed then grabbed his clothes and walked out of my room. I really don't remember what happened last night. You know what, I don't even want to know and think about it.

Harry's POV

I woke up feeling cold. It was chilly enough to make me shiver. But that's not the reason I'm kind of freezing but  because I have no clothes on. I grabbed the duvet immediately to cover my dick. I noticed Louis was also looking at his body to see that he too, doesn't have clothes on. Oh crap.

I feel so guilty right now. We shouldn't have done anything. I should've stopped it. I was sober. Fuck. I'm so screwed.

I got dressed then asked Paul our schedule for today. Paul said that Louis has an interview at two o'clock. Damn it. I thought it would be a day off or something. I don't know how I'm going to talk to Louis, yet approach him!

I decided to make tea for him. I don't even know why, I'm just really nervous. The kettle whistled. I poured it in a cup. I headed to Louis's room and knocked.

"What do you want!?"

"Um, I was wondering if you wanted some tea." I nervously said. "Come in." I opened the door and saw Louis fully clothed and plopped down on his bed. He immediately sat up as soon as he saw me with tea. I gave it to him which he gladly took.

"So, um, Paul told me that you have a two o'clock interview. Careful, it's still hot." I said, referring to the tea. He just groaned. "Great. Hey, can you get me some breakfast? I'm starving..." he started giving me more orders. I am confused. Wait, he's ignoring what happened isn't he? I mean, yeah sure, he doesn't exactly know what happened but I was wondering if we could at least talk about it. You know what? Who am I kidding? I don't matter to him. I'm just his assistant.

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Louis's POV

"...please welcome, Louis Tomlinson!" the host announced and the audience applauded. I walked on set and waved at the audience. I shook hands with the host then sat down.