Torn

Torn: Chapter 3- The Week of the Weirder, Worst, and Oddly Terrible

The video on the top (or side) is a Larry jealousy thing, by freddieismyqueen. I'm pretty sure yeah. It's longgggg but definitely worth it! Louis is just, so so jealous, lucky Harry huh?
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"Move!"
"Stop hitting me!"
"Louis, could you not elbow my rib cage?!"
"Well Niall, maybe if you ate more, you wouldn't have a rib cage I could elbow!"
"That makes no sense!"
"You make no sense!" And this was how their week started off, with Louis and Niall arguing in the back of a van, while also going to their concert, which the boys were ten minutes late for already.

Harry tapped his foot impatiently, looking out the window of the silver van, wishing, no, hoping, they would be there soon.

"Harry? You okay mate?" Zayn asks, looking at him with a genuinely concerned stare.
"Just a little down, that's all." Harry says, forcing a smile, glancing at Zayn, then looking back through the window. Louis overheard this and furrowed his eyebrows together tightly, wondering what was wrong with his friend. (Right now, they're just best friends:). Harry seemed fine earlier that morning, so Louis couldn't fathom what had Harry suddenly upset, or at least to the point where he'd have to fake a smile.

Zayn turns away from Harry, nodding, and turning to his window, where he saw nothing but tall building and bland signs, all seeming like they were on repeat. Zayn then moves his eyes to Liam, the only boy in the van just there sitting quietly, with his hands folded across his lap, and his eyes scanning his surroundings outside the window.

Zayn tilted his head and stared at Liam in awe, not understanding how he could possibly be so amazing and persistently shy, yet so loud and unique. If only he could have Liam. If only Liam was his.

As Zayn was thinking this, Harry was thinking similar things. Although, while Zayn was wishing he could hold Liam and call him his own, Harry was wishing he could run away from Louis, run away from his friends, run away from his life. Because Harry didn't know why, but he just felt sad. He felt upset, down, and just tired. The thing was, Harry had absolutely no idea why he felt this way, he just felt sad and powerless because the sadness just stayed with him, like it was just sitting there on his shoulder, telling and demanding him to be sad. And Harry didn't like this one bit.

The 5 boys arrived at the concert a few minutes later. They could hear the fans chanting their names in the coliseum, and they rushed into the dressing room.

"You guys look fine! Louis, sweep your hair to the side! Good good! Okay, now go! Hurry!" Lou Teasdale, One Directions hairstylist, says, rushing them to the stage.

All of the boys run to the entrance of the stage, saying a quick hello to their opening act, then walking swiftly on stage, followed by a limping Zayn, who was still hurt by hitting his foot with a frying pan. Liam groans and rolls his eyes, walking over to him and carrying him bridal style to where the three other boys were standing. Fans coo and "aww" at the adorable sight in front of them.

While Niall starts to welcome the fans, Louis looks at Liam and Zayn, who were now wrapping their arms around each others shoulders and laughing at something. Louis then turned to Harry, who was looking straight back at him. At that moment, they both know what the other one was thinking, that they wish they could be like that. But they couldn't, nor could they ever, not as long as they were with Modest!

Soon, the five boys heard he the small strum of the guitar playing, cuing Louis to begin singing.

Louis looks at Harry before singing, "lights go, down and, the night is calling to me yeah. I hear, voices, singing songs in the street and I know..."

"That we won't be going home, for so long, for so long, but I know, that we won't be on our own, yeah I love this feeling when..." Niall sings. While Zayn begins to sing the chorus, Louis stares at Harry, who looks sheepishly at the ground. The song meant so much to Louis, it practically screamed Harry and his relationship. He could only dream Harry felt the same way.

At that same moment, Harry was standing there with a shy expression, not understanding why Louis was staring at him. Then, his solo came, which meant he had to sing then, right at that second, and at first, Harry wasn't sure he wanted to. But, he did unwillingly.

"Lights go, down and, I hear you calling to me yeah." He then glanced back up at Louis, who was now staring at his shoes instead of Harry.

That's when Harry knew that there was something wrong, something that had to be fixed. Because when he looked at the other boys in the band, they didn't look as happy and go-lucky as they used to be, no one was making jokes or changing lyrics. Nobody was wrestling around or pulling each other's pants down; it was all just average. And One Direction wasn't meant to be average, so why are they now? That, Harry had no answer to, but he knew that now was his only opportunity to fix it, because they weren't fully broken, just a little torn, but he had to fix that before it was to late; before they could break.