"Louis get up for fucks sake" Harry shouts from the bathroom.
Louis turns his body, so he's on his stomach, and puts his face into the pillow. He groans and kicks his legs.
Harry walks out from the bathroom, "Lou come on, we're late"
"Harryyyy I don't wanna go" Louis turns back over with a pout on his face.
Harry leans in to kiss it off and ruffles his hand through Louis' hair, "It's only an interview baby, if you get up and dressed right now, then I'll make you your favourite dinner later on hmm?"
"Chicken and Parma ham?" Louis asks excitedly sitting up.
"Yeah," Harry chuckles. "Come on then" He holds out his hands for Louis to take.
They both get dressed and head downstairs.
"Get your arses out this door now! Adam is actually going to kill us!!" Niall shrieks from the doorway.
"Yeah, yeah calm down Ireland" Louis mutters and trots over to Niall, Harry not far behind.
Niall smacks Louis' head once their out the door and grabs him by the shoulders, turning him around.
"Oh you pushed the line there pal" Niall says, obviously joking.
"What did I do?" Louis tries to hide his smirk, but fails and breaks into laughter.
"Fuck you Tomlinson" Niall laughs and walks to the car.
Liam is in the car before them all, ready to leave.
Niall opens the door to the passenger seat and jumps in. While Louis opens the back door and climbs into the middle seat, waiting for Harry.
Harry closes the door behind him. He's on the left side and Louis in the middle.
"Seatbelt, Love" Harry tells him.
Louis rolls his eyes but buckles himself in anyway.
He sighs and snuggles into Harry's side, tucking his head into his armpit. Harry just smiles and wraps his arms around Louis' shoulders.
***
About 20 minutes into the drive they finally arrive at the interview place.
Louis is fast asleep, head on Harry's lap.
"Boys come on, get out." Liam says.
Harry shakes Louis' shoulders gently, and brushes his hair out of his eyes.
"Come on baby, we're here" Harry says gently. Louis rubs at his eyes and stretches.
"Don't wanna go in" Louis mutters.
"You have to, babe." He opens the door and steps out.
"No" Louis scooches away, so he's on the other side of the car. He crosses his arms.
Harry sighs and climbs into the middle seat.
"Why don't you want to go in?"
"Don't wanna"
"Wanna talk about it?" Harry asks.
Louis sighs and looks down, fiddling with his fingers.
"Adam hates me."
Harry takes his hands and puts them into his lap, "I'm sure he doesn't hate you love. Why do you think that?"
"All he does is shout at me all the time, he thinks I'm not good enough for the band. And he doesn't like the fact that we're together, I've seen the looks he gives us."
