Denial (Lilo Love Story BoyxBoy)

~Chapter Four~

Liam's POV:

''Louis! Where've you been?'' Harry asks, concerned as Louis suddenly jumps into a view, and hops into the car we are all waiting in to go ahead to the concert we'll be playing at this evening for a sound check. Louis ignores Harry's question, and carefully sits himself far away from me, next to Niall. We are all staring at him. He looks awful and unslept, his hair tousled, eyebags evident beneath his dull opals. ''Louis?''

''I'm fine,'' Louis snapped, as we began to drive out the hotel parking lots. Me and Zayn share a worried glance. 

''Mate, we know you aren't,'' Harry said, his voice sounding strained. Louis glared at Harry, one hand in the air for emphasis.

His tone is scornful, ''I said I'm fine, Harry,''

We drove in silence the rest of the way, all of us avoiding eye contact, and when I got out the damn car, I sucked in a relieving amount of breath, and made my way into the venue, not before signing a few autographs on fan's jumpers and pausing for a few photos. But Louis didn't bother with any of that. He just walked straight past all our hopeful fans and through the entrance at the back labelled VIP/ARTIST. Me and Zayn both rolled our eyes. This was ridiculous. I would get someone else to talk to Louis, I decided. Ignoring his fans was just horrible. 

So a few hours later, after an vocally stressing sound check which none of us enjoyed, we all did the usual, lounged round the venue, Harry and Zayn chasing each others amongst the hundreds of plastic chairs way up near the teirs. Me and Niall had grabbed some lunch and were now eating it, sitting cross legged on the stage, mumbling incoherently about how Louis had previously acted outside.

''He's really down... something happened last night, but I'm not sure what,'' Niall said softly. We were both more than aware that sound could travel much easier in such a wide, cold space, and Louis was just 50 feet away from us, nonchalantly discussing something with Paul. ''Maybe he came across some haters?''

I shook my head grimly, feeling it was all my fault. ''Louis doesn't let that kinds of things get to him. And anyway, if he needed cheering up or positivity from people who love him, he would've talked to our fans this morning,'' I pointed out. Niall rose his eyebrows.

''I suppose,'' he said slowly, stressing the words. ''It's probably what happened last night... I completely mucked up. But Eleanor is lovely, and I'm not backing off her. You know I've always been keen on her,''

Niall grinned, but I didn't. ''It's still not right. But I can barely talk. I'm bloody in love with him,'' I mumbled glumly, glancing over to him for about the hundredth time today. He was still talking to Paul, swinging his legs as he sat upon a metal container. My breath hitched when our eyes locked for one heart stopping moment. His glare was ungodly, and I quickly turned away, my heart speeding up horribly. Niall had noticed it. 

''God you really are, aren't you?'' I nodded. ''I shouldn't stop you. Just go over and fucking kiss him,''

I shook my head, chuckling bitterly. ''It's honestly not that easy, Niall. Really, it isn't. He hates my guts and he'd do anything to get away from me. I doubt walking over to him and shovong my tongue down his throat would help a thing. Think about things for once, Ni,''  I said, smiling weakly, tapping my head with my finger. Niall rolled his eyes, and slumped off the stage and trundled over to Harry and Zayn who had now found their segways that we'd been promised to be reunited with once the flight was over, and they were both now experimentally racing each other round the cold concrete ground without falling to the ground. Niall slowed Harry down, and took over the segway, giving me a brief salute before he whizzed out my sight, toward the dressing room to get more food. Zayn whizzed over to the bottom of the stage, grinning.