Switched Places (Larry Stylinson)

Prolouge

"Oh God, I've just forgotten the words." Louis says shamefully. "I'm not even gonna pretend I've not, sorry guys!" He laughs and hums to the music, eventually remembering the lyrics and giving a whoop.

When he finishes his verse he risks a quick glance at Harry to see him whispering to Niall and rolling his eyes.

'Probably talking about me.' He thinks to himself.

Niall looks uncomfortable and just gives Harry a small smile, then they both lift their microphones and sing the chorus of Teenage Dirtbag.

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After the concert, One Direction wave to the fans, blowing kisses and calling goodbyes.

"Wow, that was awesome, right lads? I love Cardiff!" Zany says, once they get backstage. He plops down in the sofa and grins at his band mates, lifting a bottle of water and drinking it down thirstily.

"Might have been better if Louis could remember the lyrics." Harry grumbles, shooting Louis a look.

"Well I didn't do it on purpose, asshole." Louis says, getting irritated.

Liam, sensing that a fight was about to break out, quickly exits the room, followed by Niall. Zayn stays in the room though, in case things get rough.

Louis and Harry glare at each other from across the room until Harry breaks the silence. "I don't even know why they've let you stay in the band."

"Harry!" Zayn exclaims, as Louis' mouth drops open.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He growls.

"It means that even when you do remember the lyrics you can't sing!" Harry says, with a taunting smirk.

"Haha, that's funny curly." Louis says, with a sarcastic laugh. Louis is used to Harry telling him he can't sing.

Usually that's it for their little daily arguments, and Louis starts to walk to the door, but Harry doesn't stop.

"I just feel sorry for Eleanor," He says. Louis stops dead and turns to face Harry.

"Why?" He says, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh you know," Harry says with a shrug. "Cause she's going out with a gay guy and all."

"I'm not gay!" Louis yells.

"Tell that to your outfit." Harry says.

"Just shut up Harry." Louis says, trying not to let Harry's words get to him.

"Why don't you make me?" Harry taunts.

Louis rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to fight you, Styles."

"Fight? I'd probably come off worse fighting a butterfly."

Louis glares at Harry. Okay, so maybe his fighting skills were about as good as his dancing skills, but he could throw a fair punch.

"Go on, Tomlinson. Prove me wrong." Harry walks closer to Louis and Zayn sits up, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Louis clenches his fists, holding back the anger that's bubbling inside of him.

"Here," Harry says, picking up Louis' fist and resting it beside his head. "Go on, hit me." Louis does nothing.

Harry laughs. "Thought so." He drops Louis' fist. "Know why you can't do it?" He snarls, getting all up in Louis' face."Because you're weak," He hisses. "Like a little girl." Harry starts to back away from Louis very slowly.

Then, Louis does something neither Zayn nor Harry were expecting.

He stands up and punches Harry as hard as he can, hitting him so hard that he stumbles back against the wall.

"Now who's the weak one?" He snarls, smirking as Harry clutches his cheek.

"Okay, that's enough." Zayn butts in. "You both got one in, leave it now."

"Leave it?!" Harry yells. " He punched me in the face!"

"You deserved it!" Louis yells back.

"You did encourage him, Harry." Zayn says.

Harry glares at Zayn before scrambing up from the floor and lunging at Louis, tackling him to the ground. They roll over a few times until Harry pins Louis down with his legs and starts punching him repeatedly.

"This is a punch!" He yells, as Louis groans in pain.

"Harry, stop it!" Zayn shouts, pulling Harry off of Louis.

Louis stands up but instead of leaving, attacks Harry with his fists again.

Zayn tries to pull them apart but fails. In the end he runs from the room, flying down the corridor and to Liam's dressing room. He slams the door open, panting hard from all the running he did.

As he guessed, Liam and Niall were sitting on the sofa, drinking beers and talking.

"Harry...Louis...fight..." He pants. "Big fight." He ends. Liam and Niall jump up and all three of them run down the corridor and back to Harry and Louis.

They burst into the room to find Harry and Louis rolling around on the floor, throwing wild punches and hurling insults at each other.

"Stop it!" Niall yells. He runs to Louis and pulls him away as Liam and Zayn restrain Harry.

"You know nothing, Harry! Stop thinking you know me because you don't! You'll never understand!" Louis yells. He pulls harshly away from Niall and stalks from the room, running to the tour bus and quickly darting onto the bathroom, locking it behind him.

"Nobody understands." He whispers, picking up a razor. He carefully raises it to his wrist and makes a clean slash, not too deep, to cause a noticeable scar, but enough to cause pain.

He clenches his teeth together and wraps a tissue around the cut, cleaning the razor and placing it back beside the sink.

He crawls in between the basket and the sink and buries his face in his arms, clinging his knees to his cheat, as he hears the others entering the bus.

"Louis? We saw you run to the bus, don't pretend you're not here!" He hears Liam shout.

Louis stays silent as he hears Liam, Zayn and Niall looking for him. Obviously not Harry.

"Lou?" He hears Niall says from the other side of the bathroom door. "You in there?"

The door handle rattles and he hears Niall sigh.

"He's in the bathroom."

"Louis? You okay?" Liam calls.

"Yes." Louis says it quietly, but loud enough so that the boys can hear. Truth is though, Louis is far from okay.

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"Louis, get out of there, I need to pee!" Zayn shouts.

Louis checks his phone to see the time. 00:43. 'Fine.' He thinks to himself. 'I need to go to bed anyway.'

He stands up, taking the tissue off his wrist and putting it in the bin. He quickly washes his wrist in the sink before wiping his eyes with the back off his hand and opening the bathroom door.

Louis keeps his head down but he can feel Zayn's eyes on him as he walks.

He walks over to the beds and climbs into his one, pulling the curtain over it so that nobody can see him.

"Louis?"

Louis quickly shuts his eyes and slows his breathing so that Liam thinks he is sleeping.

"Louis, you awake?" Louis feels something -probably a finger- prodding his cheek and he struggles to stop himself crying out in pain because damn can Harry punch.

"Is he awake?" Niall asks.

"I think he's pretending." Liam replies.

"Just leave him, yeah?" Zayn cuts in.

Louis feels the curtain brush past his arm as it closes and he lets out the breath that he didn't even know he was holding in.

Soon, without even knowing it, he falls asleep.