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"I have loved you since we were 18."
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"Haaaarrrrryyyyyy!" A beautiful British voice sang to me.
"Yes, love?"
"Come rub my back." He said, pouting.
I laughed, and agreed. He was telling me about how he thought he messed up during No Control at the concert last night, and I proceeded to reassure him that he was amazing. Louis also stated how he thought that Niall was an actual leprechaun. I agreed.

I love times like these, resting in a hotel waiting to go to the next performance. We get to be alone for a few minutes, just talking to each other about random things. He's the kind of person who may not be the easiest to fall in love with, but once you're in love, oh God, was it amazing. He made being in love with him easier. I can't even explain how much he means to me, and I don't think I could go on without him.

My time with Louis was over when we heard a knock on the hotel door.

"Boys? Time to go!" Someone said. We groaned, and gathered our things and headed for the next city.

"I love you, Harold."
"I love you too, Lou."

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We arrived in Indianapolis several hours later. At least, I think it was Indianapolis. I haven't really slept much. I get insomnia when I don't fall asleep with Lou by my side.

But tonight should be fun. Louis and I have been able to have more freedom, especially on stage. I haven't been able to speak with him in public and in concerts for so long. Even though I'm running on about 3 hours of sleep, I'm going to give this concert all it deserves. The fans mean so much to me and the boys.

Anyways, it's time for soundcheck.

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Louis' POV:

"Louis! Psssst!" The unknown intruder spoke. I smacked the person, eyes still closed, trying to sleep peacefully. The Indy concert last night was awesome, but I was exhausted after, so I went straight to bed at the hotel.

"Ugh what'dya do that for?!"
That damn leprechaun and his hilarious accent. I turned to my other side to face him, and opened my eyes.

Clearing my throat, I said,
"I am King Louis, and I forbid you to wake me up ever again! Servant Liam, please send this peasant to the dungeon."

Niall nervously laughed, obviously showing he loved me and adored me, and ran over to Liam.

"Liam, take me to the dungeon! Cough cough, the cafeteria, cough cough!"
Liam laughed, but then walked over to my bed and sat down. Niall skipped out the door, laughing.

"Louis, it's 8 AM. We need to grab some breakfast and head out to the next city. Harry's still in his room if you'd like to go there."

I sat straight up and hopped out of bed on that note. As I was walking out of my hotel room, I turned around to Liam and said,

"How'd you and Niall even get in my room, though? Don't you know not to disturb King Louis the Great?"

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"It's raining." Niall said as we were walking out of the hallway connecting the airplane to the airport.
"No shit, Niall."
"Louis, don't curse! There's children outside! They could possibly be liste-"
"Liam... There's... CHILDREN?"
"Harry, calm down. You can go see the kids soon. Liam, hush. Niall, hush."
"LoUIS OH MY GOD THERE IS BABIES OH MY GOD LOOK THERE'S A PREGNANT LADY I HAVE TO GO SAY HELLO LOUIS LOUIS LOUIS!!"

I stared at Liam in the eyes, and in that moment, I swear, I was going to kill him.

Harold get's so worked up over babies. He is constantly talking about how much he wants him and I to get married and have like a bajillion kids, that he birthed himself (he doesn't understand... Trust me, I've tried to explain that men just can't get pregnant.) and he also wants dogs. So. Many. Dogs.

So every time someone brings up babies, or kids, or dogs, or anything cute in general, my dear frog child Harry freaks out.

After we talked to some fans, took a few pictures, and signed a few things, we walked out of the airport. Paparazzi was everywhere, and I was not in the mood to talk to them. I was also hoping to jump into the same car as Harry, but I was pushed away from the big black vehicle by one of the many bodyguards and management employees.

Well, when cameras are out and watching, no one can know. So I got in the other car, and each of us 4 boys drove off in different cars.

But the world cannot know our secrets. No one can. Not yet. I don't want it to happen. I don't want to be ridiculed and hated and mocked for who I love. I hate it. But I don't want to come out yet...

I love Harry, and he loves me. But I don't think that anyone else should know this yet. I don't want the world to finally see through me, and see who I truly am. I'm not ready.

However, Harry has finally come to terms with who he is. He doesn't care who knows. He wants everyone to know about him, and about us. He is ready for this.

This causes many arguments. I hate when we argue. I hate when Harry is mad. It's frightening.

But I'm scared I'll accidentally make him leave me, push him away. I don't want our flame to burn out.

I don't think I could go on without him.

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A.N:

Yoooooo. My name's Emily, and I'm Larry af so I decided to write this.
There's going to be 3-4 chapters, but they will all be long, like this one.
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