That's Just Publicity

Us

A/N: I've been working so hard on college apps and literally any break I get i'm hopping on here to write as a brain break.

Harry's POV:

I once again woke up in the same bed as Louis, a situation i'm in too many times to count. He was on the other side of the bed, shirtless, with his arm hanging off the edge. He looked completely lifeless beside the gentle rise and fall of his back as he took every breath. I sighed deeply, remembering last night. I remembered we'd talked, I told him I didn't like everything being so awkward, and that I missed being so close to him. I could only hope now that our conversation doesn't make things even more awkward.

I just stared at him, studying the tattoos on his skin. I smiled, reminiscing on the ones we'd gotten together. It was amazing how familiar his skin was to me, its look, texture, and color.

I checked the time after a moment, my alarm clock would go off in ten minutes. I gently slipped out of bed, taking a moment to realize I was still in my jeans from the night before.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was getting longer, curls ticking my neck and the top of my spine. I grabbed a cap from my suit case and shoved it in my head, not having the energy to mess with it. I didn't even change my shirt, just slipped out of my jeans and into some gray sweats, then walked back out towards the bed as soon as Louis' alarm was going off. I made myself look busy as he came to, glancing up at me. The blanket slipped down, exposing his chest and torso.

"Morning," I mumbled, slipping into my flip flops.

"It's damn cruel they still make us wake up so early after drinking," he groaned, rubbing his eyes. I laughed. "Yeah, hurry down though," I replied, searching around for my key card and jacket. "Why're you so early?" He asked, pulling himself out of bed. I shrugged then turned to face him while pulling my sweater on. "Eh, woke up naturally. I'm starved though, so i'm going to get a head start on breakfast," I answered. His face lit up. "Oh fuck, i'm hungry, wait a sec for me." Then he was gone, grabbing his jeans from the floor to get the key card out of his pocket.

"Want to come?" He asked, opening the door to my room. I shrugged then followed him out and through the hall to his room. When we were inside, he zipped off to the bathroom, his electric toothbrush buzzing as he reappeared, shoveling through his bags to find clothes. I laughed as I watched him, toothpaste spilling down the side of his mouth. "Calm down, i'm not that hungry," I said through chuckles. He gave me a look then pulled his toothbrush out his mouth. "Well I am," He said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

He was done quickly, though, taking only a few more moments to spit and rinse and pull on a t shirt.

When we got to breakfast, only Paul was waiting. He sat in front of a bowl of fruit and a fried egg, typing something on his tablet. "Morning Paul" I said, patting him on the back on my way to the breakfast table. Liam and Zayn were coming down by the time Louis and I got our food, Niall arriving ten minutes later with the same clothes he had on the night before.

"Morning lads," he mumbled, beelining for the food.

The rest of the day was chill, we had the day off, so the boys all went straight back to our rooms and fell asleep, except me. I announced I was going out and disappeared before I could be questioned. I'd been dying to get so time for myself; mostly to write. After the tour, we'll be in full new album mode, and if I can get a song that's fully mine released, I might actually be taken seriously by other artists in the industry.

Louis' POV:

I woke up literally around noon, still not feeling fully rested, but feeling groggy and lazy enough to get my ass out of bed. My phone dinged as soon as I reached for it. I stomach twisted a little at the message. It was from Richard.