Moments of Happiness

11

Harry

The show went amazingly. The crowd was loud and excited, they laughed along to my aweful jokes, and sang along to every song. We honestly have the most dedicated and amazing fans. Without them we would be nowhere, we wouldn't be One Direction. Its all because of them, and the boys and I never forget that we owe them everything. And the boys and I never forget to tell them that at many different places during the concert.

I can see people dancing, bodies moving in time with the beat of the songs. I can see my 3 best mates, by band mates, my brothers, reacting to the crowd and the signs they work hard to make. I see security guards making sure no one gets crushed or ill. Sure, we give them a hard time every once and a while, but we owe them a lot too. And I even see two crazy dancing bodies backstage every time I get up towards the back of the stage where we come out at the beginning and go out at the end.

It comes time for me to go around the stage and read some of the signs that the fans have brought and made for us. They love this part, because even if I don't read theirs, the cameras often put the ones I miss on the big screens. As I go to start reading some of the signs on the other side of the walkway, I feel my throat start to burn. I brush it off and chug some more water. That helps but it doesn't go away completely. I make a mental note to buy some cough drops and keep going with the signs. We sing a few more songs and then Louis and Liam start clowning around. I sit towards the back off to the side and watch them mess around. I drink water after water to try to sooth the burn. Soon we start singing again and I forget about it as I get into the songs.

Then we get to Ready To Run and I have to sing Zayns solo. I always run out of breath but I have my part to sing right after. I have been working on lung control and breathing so that Louis wouldn't have to take over for me. As I hold the note I feel my throat burning hotter and as I keep holding the note it feels like something tears. I cut off with a squeal and grab my neck. Louis, of course notices and sings my solo for me. I can hear the voices asking what is wrong in my in-ear. I just shake my head and give the crowd a goofy grin and skip up to my next position on the crazy stage. I dance around like a maniac while trying to swallow as much water as I could in the short break I get. I can feel that something is really wrong but I cant let the fans know that. I struggle through the rest of the song and I can hear Louis supporting me, blending in and making it so I sounded normal.

When the song ends I look over and see Louis walking quickly up the walk way of the stage. He is staring at me and even all the way across the massive stage I know what his eyes are asking me. You okay? I just nod and start moving across to where I had to be for the last song. Relief washes through me as I realize that its the last song. No Control. I knew that the audience was freaking out still that we had even added it, but after they did the fan release No Control as a single, of course we had to. Again, like I said, awesome dedicated fans.

The audience was so excited that they didn't really notice that I was only singing about 2/3 of what I was supposed to. Liam and Louis had noticed and stepped up like we had agreed and took over what I couldn't. It helped that whenever I felt it get bad, I could just have the audience sing. We do it all the time to get them to interact. They wouldn't think it any different.

And then we go backstage. The tops of our heads had barely cleared the view of the audience when Louis was grabbing my arm and asking me a bunch of questions. I can see other people rushing over to see what is going on, behind them Lauren and Joey know something is wrong but Lou Teasdale is keeping them away from me.

My head is getting fuzzy at all the questions being shouted at me. They wouldn't stop, they kept asking the same few questions over and over and over again. It was becoming to much, I started to shake my head, to clear the unnecessary, but there was so much that it was all getting scrambled. Then I hear it. Louis.

"SHUT UP!" He roars at the small group of people shouting questions at me. They turn and look at him in shock. I keep shaking my head trying to clear the noise when I feel a hand on my arm. I stop and look over. Louis. He points at my eyes and then his eyes. I nod. He starts with one simple question. Are you okay? I shook my head. No. Then came the next one. What hurts? He asks. I point at my throat. He nods. How bad? I think for a second then sign back, 7. Louis grimaced and gave my arm a squeeze. The gathered group of people look at each other confused. Our language had been around long before they had. Niall and Liam watched our conversation and nodded along. Of course they knew it too. The five of us had come up with it back during X Factor.

Louis turns to the group of gathered people, he started to explain what was going on but we were being called back onstage like normal for the real last song. What Makes You Beautiful. When the other three look at me I nod and brace myself to go back out and do more damage to my already messed up throat. But the others made sure that I didn't have to sing anything more than what I absolutely had to.

Then we came off stage for real and I was surrounded again by the vocal specialists. Louis stayed by my side and answered their questions, sometimes having to ask me questions using our language. They rushed Louis and me past Lauren and Joey who had been joined by sweaty Niall and Liam. I could see them asking the boys questions as they watch me be whisked away. I give a quick wave as I go out the door and then I am put in a golf cart with Louis and the vocal team. As we go to who-knows-where, the team starts talking in big medical words that leave my head spinning.

I can feel Louis watching me out of the corner of his eye, concerned. The situation with Jared had only just happened this morning. It was fresh in Louis mind, and I can almost feel him connecting the dots. I looked away, waiting for him to ask how many vocal sessions I had had with Jared. The truth was hurting to keep away from the boys. Modest had been sending me to work one on one with Jared for almost 5 months now, today was just the first day that the other boys had been there to see it. It always went the same. Jared pushing and insulting Harry till his voice was ready to go, and then the session would be over, Harry would have the rest of the day to recover, before going to preform in the concert that night. Always with pain in his throat, always having to hid it from the others.

But the pushing had gone to far. There was no, Oh, just rest for 4 hours and you'll be fine, no. This was different. This was bad. Harry knew that, Louis knew it. The vocal team seemed to be in the same boat as the boys as they rushed Harry into a van and speed off to the hospital, leaving Louis, restrained, struggling, and cursing as he was left behind. Where he couldn't protect Harry.

Louis

I walked, sorry, was dragged back into the rec room, and dumped on the empty couch. I just laid there as Niall, Liam, Lauren, and Joey all rush over. They start to act like how the vocal specialists acted when Harry first came down. A jumble of questions and voices. Nothing making sense, except that Harry was being taken to the hospital, alone and unprotected, to have a bunch of strangers come and poke at him and run a billion tests on him. And then I snapped.

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Hey all you wonderful people! Thanks for reading! Don't kill me for this. Just needed some drama.
An show about that new single?! Drag Me Down is pretty awesome! What do you think?