To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nearly two days after my last breakdown occurred, the one at the hotel, so much has changed. Some for the better and some for, we'll the worse. But, those parts are the minor issues that just come along with being in a huge internationally known boy band.

With Louis's and my relationship, that's where the better changes have occurred. Ever since the moment I flew into his arms, breaking down in his grasp, he has been afraid to let go of me. Well of course he has let go of me since then, but her will not 'let go of me'. He always has to know where I am going, he asks how I am every five minutes, he says 'I love you' at least six times each hour, and he has made me his top priority. Now do not get me wrong, I love the attention he is giving me, but it feels awkward. I am always usually the one giving, and for a change he is the one giving. It's nice this way, but I really want to make him feel special for making me feel special, but he just simply will not let me.

At this very moment, as we sit backstage at the London O2 Arena, Louis is busy getting my outfit pieced together with Lou. He always has a say in what I wear, no matter what event it is. Lou gave up on trying to stop him from doing her job back when we were on tour in Australia last year. It's always been 'whatever Louis wants is the way to go'.

"Harry, baby, I think this shirt is perfect for tonight" he says holding up a t-shirt that says "American Legend Since 1903" with the Harley Davidson monicker below it.

I smile at it, adding a small snicker in, knowing what direction he is taking this in.

"What? I just like how it gives you a sort of bad boy edge" he says tossing the shirt to me.

Taking my shirt off slow enough to be sure Louis is allowed a glimpse of my body, enough so that I can see him bite his lower lip, I put on the shirt he hand me. It fits enough so that it's not too baggy, but still comfortable. Thankfully I am already wearing the pants I will be wearing on stages. Just a pair of my ungodly tight jeans. They were a suggestion by our managers, in hopes that girls would find me even more attractive if they were able to see how fit I am. But, for the most part they have only served at a method of reducing my sperm count, due to the constriction to my balls (not that sperm count really matters to me anyway).

"Boys we are going on in ten minutes, make your last minute preparations. That means go over it the mirror now Zayn, so we do not need to rush on fixing your hair" Liam says as he wiggles his way out from under Zayn, who has been sleeping on Liam for the last thirty minutes (he likes to take cat naps between sound check and the time we are due on stage).

"Fine, but you better massage my scalp first" Zayn says as he slowly gets up off the couch, whispering loud enough 'I only like if when you do it to me' for the whole room to hear.

Outside the door to the stage our opening band 5 Seconds of Summer is playing one of their songs, getting the crowd excited for us (even though most of our fans adore them too).

Pulling me out of my small world is Louis. He comes over to me and grabs my wrist.

"Follow me" he says trying to pull me off the couch. Typically he does this so we can get a last minute blowjob in before we go on stage.

"Do you really think we have enough time for this?" I ask getting up and allowing him to lead me to whatever his destination may be.

"Yeah, I'm not asking for our routine tonight, I just want to talk in private for a minute that's all babe".

Walking for a couple of minutes, the two of us reach a patch of corridor that is unusually quiet for an arena full of thousands of people.

Unexpectedly Louis pushes me up against the wall, pressing his lips gently to mine. Then he lets go of me and backs away a little, allowing me some breathing room.