That's Just Publicity

Seperated

Louis POV:

The plane ride to Seattle was incredibly boring. We were all spread out on a private jet, each with our own set of seats. I kind of wished we were all next to each other so I'd at least have someone to talk to, but as soon as we got on the plane everyone separated and fell asleep. It was a super short flight, and I could have gotten a decent nap in, but for some reason, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what Liam and Zayn were saying about those stories people wrote about me. I opened up my personal phone, on my secret private account that not even Harry knows about, and opened Twitter. I typed "Larry" into the search bar, moving my phone closer to me as I waited for it to load. Sure enough, thousands of posts under #Larry popped up, some were hateful, some were funny, but most were incredibly suggestive. I clicked on one, which was a drawing of Harry and I half-naked on a couch, kissing. It was amazing how realistic the art was, how much it seriously looked like us. I cringed as I kept scrolling. The large majority of the posts were images about us, mostly cringey and weirdly kinky. God, I couldn't even imagine doing these things to him. I mean, the vision wasn't lost on me, it just felt like this other universe where we were different people in a different relationship. I found my face heating up from the whole thing.

"Yo," I looked up, immediately turning my phone off. Harry was standing with his arm resting on the seat next to me. "Oh, hey," I said, startled. "Mind if I sit?" He asked, sitting down even before my response. I turned in my seat so I was facing him.

"I think we're going to land in like 30," He said, unexcited. I nodded and rubbed my eyes.

"God, I really should have tried harder to sleep," I told him, "I'm going to be dead at that meeting tomorrow." Harry laughed then tapped his shoulder, offering it for me to lay my head down. I thought of a drawing I just saw on Twitter of this exact scene. Cringing, I pushed the thought to the very back of my mind and laid my head down on Harry's shoulder. It didn't matter what was on Twitter about us or what some weird fans thought, this relationship was strictly friendly.

I woke up about half an hour later, confused and disoriented. I was leaning against Harry's shoulder. I looked down and saw that he was texting his mom, telling her he'd landed. Liam was grabbing everyone's bags from the compartments above the seats, and Zayn was waking up Niall who's been sleeping since we sat down in his seat until now.

We shuffled out of the plane, then were escorted out of the airport by security that was already waiting for us with our other luggage. There was a big black car waiting to take us to our hotel. We were all so wiped at this point that nobody could be excited by the minibar and free candy in the car. I think Niall fell asleep again on the way to the hotel, taking a gummy bear before nodding off.

"How are we this tired and the tour just started," Harry mumbled next to me. I laughed under my breath, too tired to even reply. It felt like we had way more stamina for our first tour. It was just more exciting and new and everyone was so carefree. Now that Liam has started seriously dating, Zayns dealing with mental health, Niall is trying to find himself, and Harry is partying and drinking every night, it all feels like we're growing up too fast.  

The hotels were nice. We each got our own rooms but ended up piling into one room and falling asleep across the bed and couch. Our meeting was pretty early, so we woke up about four hours later to get ready and head down to breakfast. Paul was already down, eating and talking on the phone with someone as he pushed fruit around his plate. He nodded at us as we walked in and got food. Apparently, he was on the phone with the choreographer we were meeting with to make sure everything was all planned out and ready. 

We stuffed our faces with as much food as possible, joking and laughing as we ate. The sleep we got helped a lot with our energy, but no doubt we'd crash for an afternoon nap before the show tonight. I made a mental note to myself to call my sisters sometime soon as we drove over to the studio where our meeting was. I'd kind of been dodging their calls, which I felt bad about. I've just been so fucking busy with the nonstop work we had to do on tour that I didn't have the bandwidth to speak with them.