You're the Air That I Breathe- l.s

Harry

Harry was currently staring at the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And the weird part is that it didn't even bother him that the boy was literally floating above the audience not far from the stage. 

Harry didn't even realize he stopped singing until an angry Liam came up to him and the song was over. 

"Mate what the hell?! Why'd you just stop?" Liam whisper yelled.

Harry managed to tear his eyes from the beautiful boy to look at Liam.

"I saw someone." Was all he said. He looked back to the spot where the boy was only to find nothing, just a screaming crowd. 

Liam just scoffed, noticing that Harry was too out of it to answer proper questions. 

Where did the boy go? Harry had that question running through his head for the short rest of the concert.

Back in the dressing room after the concert, Harry dropped himself onto the couch, put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Harry wasn't gay. At least he didn't think he was, but that boy did something to him. Made him speechless and an airhead. 

How did no one else notice him? He was sitting on air, right above the crowd.

Harry felt like he was crazy. He threw his head back and sighed.

"What's making you go crazy?" Harry's sister Gemma asked, she spent sometime backstage on occasion.

"What makes you thing something is making me go crazy?" Harry asked in reply.

"I don't know, this isn't your usual 'stress' gestures? I guess you could call it that. So you must be thinking you're crazy or something." She said taking a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

If Harry said he saw a boy floating in midair, then Gemma would  think he was crazy, so he said the next best thing.

"A boy." He sighed out.

Gemma raised an eyebrow. "A boy? That's new. Was he in the crowd?"

Technically, yes, he was in the crowd. Harry nodded his head.

"A boy? Really Harry that's why you stopped singing!?" Liam shouted from the other side of the dressing room. He looked just a little bit ticked off.

Harry looked to Liam then his sister. 

"He was really pretty." He whispered to her. "Made me blank. I honestly don't know what happened."

Gemma choked on her cereal, that was not what she was expecting to hear. 

"Bro, are you gay? Why didn't you tell me?!" She all but screamed at him. He flinched at her loud voice and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. Great.

"No, I don't think so? Never really thought about it, but he was just really pretty."

"Mate you sure it wasn't a bird?" His bandmate Niall asked sitting down next to him.

"Yeah pretty sure. He had a boyish look, sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, really soft looking hair," Harry trailed off, daydreaming about the very pretty boy he saw earlier.

Gemma and Niall exchanged glances, Harry was on a whole new level of 'love at first sight'. Liam scoffed at Harry's daydreamed state.

"So, you gonna look for him?" Gemma asked.

Harry rolled his head in her direction, "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" 

Gemma shrugged her shoulders, Niall did the same, Harry sighed.

How was he supposed to find the boy?

~*~*~*~*~

It turned out to be easier than Harry thought. He kept seeing glimpses of the boy randomly around the equipment and backstage. At first he thought he was just seeing things, but then he got a full view of the boy.

Harry was looking for Paul, for some reason Liam needed to talk to him and couldn't get him himself. So there Harry was, walking aimlessly backstage just after rehearsals, looking for their tour manager.

Turning a corner and walking through giant red double doors, he came to the parking lot where the tour busses were. 

Walking forward a couple meters he saw someone running their hand along the side of the tour bus. Harry was confused, this person didn't look like apart of the crew. 

"Hey!" He shouted.

The figure jumped and spun around and Harry's breath caught in his throat. It was him, the boy, the very pretty boy.

"H-Hey." As soon as Harry said that the boy was off, running as fast as he could. Harry took of after him, chasing him through the hallways of the arena and through doors.

"Wait! Stop!" He shouted, but it was no use. The boy kept going. Soon he lost him in all the twists and turns and he got tired.

Since then Harry has been seeing him in the corner of his eyes randomly. The boy was really good at avoiding. Harry noticed that he hung around the crew most often, so Harry found himself hanging with them too during his breaks. 

Harry continued on like that for a while, still not getting any closer to the boy. He was almost ready to give up, but something told him to keep looking.

And boy was he glad to listen to whatever that was. Because that thing led him to that particular lucky moment.

He was perusing around the stage crew and the equipment when he spotted him. The boy was moving crates around and rearranging things where they obviously weren't meant to go. Harry waited until the boy put down the crate he was carrying before he spoke.

"I'm not part of the crew or anything, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't go there."

The boy shot up from his squatting position and hit his head on the low ceiling above him. He let out a hiss and turned around, still clutching his head. 

When the boy caught the eyes of the popstar his eyes widened and he immediately looked around for a way to escape.

"Don't even think about it." Harry scolded. The boys eyes shot back to his own. "What are you doing?"

"Harmless prank." The boy replied and shrugged. His voice was a bit high and had a rasp to it, it suited him.

"What's your name? And why'd you run from me? And how do you do that floating thing?" Harry fired off questions.

The boy looked taken aback, and hesitated a bit to answer.

"Louis, I don't know and I just do." He mumbled. 

"I like it, Louis. Why can't anyone see you? Are you a ghost?! Oh my god I am going crazy." Harry muttered the last thing to himself.

"I am not a ghost!" Louis yelled in offense. "I don't know why people can't see me, they just can't." Louis pouted and crossed his arms across his chest.

Harry was surprised to see Louis get so offended over the ghost comment, but he smiled fondly at the cute pout Louis supported on his face. 

"You're cute." 

Louis flushed a deep red and sputtered. 

"You want to hang out sometime?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face.