That's Just Publicity

Exhausted

A/N: Hey y'all! It's been so long since my last update i apologize! I've been doing a lot of writing though so here is another update ;)

Louis' POV:

I woke up with Harry stirring underneath me. I was shoved in the crack of the cushions, half my body on him and half squished between him and the couch. My face was laid right against his chest, every surface from my forehead to my neck stuck against him. I was also drooling. I pulled myself off him, groaning. I always felt like complete shit when I fell asleep high. Harry grunted from the pressure of my hands on his chest, then looked down at me through half open eyes. "Did you drool on me?" He asked, I gave him a sheepish grin, bracing for impact as he reached over and shoved my head, chuckling slightly.

"Get the hell off," he groaned, propping himself up on his elbows as I crawled off him. His voice was always so much deeper and thicker in the mornings. I thought back to how we'd just slept together on a hotel couch, limbs locked and bodies touching at every surface, but I couldn't even pretend I felt weird about it. Especially not when I felt so groggy and faded.

I headed to the bathroom to piss, noticing Liam asleep on the main bed. I wondered when he'd stumbled in, and if he noticed Harry and me on the couch.

We all slumped off to our own hotel rooms to get ready for breakfast, irritated to no end that we'd gone so long without a day off. The biggest break we've had on the tour so far was a weekend, and I was getting so antsy for time off. We'd have a week after the US tour before our Europe shows started, and every day felt slower and harder as we waited for that.

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The rest of our days and weeks of the America tour were slow and repetitive. Show, interview, photo shoot, party, crash. The Larry thing was still in full force, but I'd still barely had a real conversation with Harry all week. We hardly had time to breathe, let alone do more than small talk.

It kind of left me totally fucking anxious. We were always around each other proximity wise, but having some fuck ass script map out all our interactions in the day left everything feeling so distant and fake. I was dying to know where his head was with all this stuff. I wasn't about to defy management by myself but if he had any issues it sure would light the fire under my ass.

After the show today, we were all crammed into the dressing rooms again with Paul and his fucking ipad.

"Alright! Tomorrow we're in New York," He said, trying to get us hype. The thing about Paul is, he's like a stone cold ass hole and a giant goofball all at the same time, and ever since he got promoted from our lead security to our actual tour manager, he's had to play the strict and professional manager of one direction. I get the act, but it was all a bit cringey to watch honestly.

"There's a show tomorrow, then we're doing two more shows back to back in Canada before heading back to London."
"Only one east coast show?" Liam asked. Paul shrugged. "Yeah, we had to cut off time in America to get to more places in Europe," Paul explained. Harry sighed next to me, "I was hoping we'd get to see like Boston and Philly and stuff," he mumbled. I glanced at him out of the side of my eye, he didn't look truly upset, just tired.

"Yeah well personally, no offense to Boston and Philly, but i'm ready to get the fuck off the land of the free and back home for a break," I replied, slumped against the couch with my hood tight around my face. The other boys grunted in agreement.

"Well, another week or two and you'll be at home lounging," Paul said, a lame attempt to cheer us up. I could hardly handle tonight's show let alone 3 more and another week and a half of traveling and publicity. We all mumbled complaints in sync.