Mess

02.

Louis was the first one of the boys to sit in the car that was going to take them all to the hotel.

He didn't wait for the boys, but he would rather spend a few minutes alone than talk to anyone right now. Harry wasn't really paying attention to him today either, and as embarrassing as it was, Louis needed Harry's attention. He always needed it, especially when he always felt like he was worthless to the group.

There were tears rolling down his cheeks, but nobody had to know about that. Crying was something he did often now anyway, and it felt so good to let out his feelings. Sometimes it was exhausting, because there were times he couldn't stop crying for hours.

After a few minutes, he heard voices from outside. Harry was laughing about something Zayn had said to him, and Liam was just rambling to his security guard as Niall stood there next to him. Louis stared at them through the car window, smiling as he thought about how grateful he was for finding friends like them because that definitely wasn't easy.

They were also back outside, and he really needed to stop sobbing before they started asking questions. He quickly wiped his face with his jumper sleeve, and sniffled quitely into his elbow.

The car door opened, the cold air hitting Louis so suddenly that he gasped. He bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut.

"My baby, there you are."

Louis breathed out a sigh of relief at the familiar deep voice. He smiled when the door was shut again, and curled himself into a smaller ball against the car seat. The worst and best thing about Harry was that he was good at reading people's emotions, so he could probably tell by just looking at Louis' face that something was wrong.

He shivered when he heard his boyfriend's whisper, and the red color spread out on his cheeks when he felt warm arms around his body. Sniffling, he turned his head to look into Harry's green eyes that were filled with emotion. At first all Louis saw was happiness, but then it turned into worry when Harry saw him holding back a sob.

"Oh my god," Harry whispered, stroking Louis' cheek so softly with his thumb. "What's wrong? You look so sad." He kissed his pale neck.

He felt his heart beat faster at the comforting feeling, and it was so sweet how Harry kept stroking his hair and whispering "it's okay" when he knew it never would be.

"It's nothing," Louis replied softly, breath hitching when Harry's thumb was rubbing his bottom lip. "N-Nothing."

He was a terrible liar, what a surprise. "Baby, please," Harry whimpered, not liking seeing his boyfriend sad.

After staring at Harry's face for a moment Louis couldn't help the tears that fell down from eyes. He was so miserable. "H-Harry," Louis cried suddenly, and didn't take long before Harry lifted him up from the seat and brought him down to his lap. Rubbing his sides, also pressing his lips over and over again on his nose.

"Shhh, don't cry. What's the matter? You know I love you, Lou, right?" Harry whispered worriedly, wiping his tears away. "I love you more than anything else in the world," he said as he kissed him softly on the lips.

"Yeah, you too," Louis whispered, and climbed off his lap quickly when he saw the boys walking towards the car to get inside. His cheeks were dry now, but he knew his eyes weren't going to hide anything. That was why he put his green hoodie on too, so it was harder to see his eyes.

Harry wasn't staring at him in sympathy when Louis glanced back at him. He looked more hurt, and Louis hated that he was the reason for that. He just didn't want any attention from the other boys, especially not Liam. If they saw he was crying, they wouldn't leave him alone.

Louis was about to say that to him, but Harry quickly turned to the other side of the car to open the door for Zayn. He frowned, feeling his heart tug in pain. Why did he always make things worse?

"Harry, you should've seen Liam back there. Fuckin' beat me and Niall at basketball," Zayn grumbled, sitting down next to Harry who was moving to sit in the middle. "I can't believe how bad I am."

"I'm worse than you, Zayn," Harry reminded him, chuckling when his friend gave him an annoyed look. "Wow, you really are mad."

Louis sighed sadly, leaning his head more against the window. It wasn't comfortable, but at least his forehead was colder now.

"Tommo? Are you alright?" Zayn asked suddenly when he heard the sigh from the other side, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when Louis didn't even look at him.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked again, his voice louder now. Louis could tell he was worried like Harry.

"Yeah, yeah... fine. Fine," Louis mumbled. His voice was weak compared to theirs, and his skin was so pale like a thirsty vampire. He was probably going to throw up soon. That explained why he felt his stomach churn... or maybe it was anxiety? Whatever it was, it made him want to do horrible things.

Harry grabbed his hand after he answered, and squeezed it hard in comfort. He entwined their fingers together too, so now he could feel how unusually warm Louis was.

"I love you," Harry whispered into his ear, kissing his head.