Treacherous {Louis Tomlinson}

(18) Tip Toe

So I know it's been two weeks since the last update again. Sorry! :/ Hope you like it regardless.

Clara.

.........................

~Harper~

    I will never understand how the boys always still have such energy after their concerts. Louis and Zayn are practically bouncing off the walls. Shaking my head, I zip up the last of the bags containing the boys’ performance outfits and toss them in the pile. Just as I grab my purse I feel someone come up beside me. Even before he talks I know it’s Louis.

    “You’re coming with me, right?”

    “Actually, I was thinking of going with Harry and Niall.”

    “But I’m better than both of them,” he pouts and I roll my eyes.

    “Hey!” I hear Harry protest from somewhere behind me.

    I reach out and pat his cheek with a laugh.

    “I was kidding, Lou, chill.”

    He grins and tries to grab my hand but I step out of his reach. Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head as I grin at him.

    “Come on, lads, the cars are ready.” Paul says, sticking his head into the room. Liam, Niall, and Harry all rush out the door. Zayn follows not far behind, but at a normal pace. Louis and I take up the rear and I can’t help but smile when he bumps his hip with mine. I bump his back, grinning at him.

    Lucas and Andy are waiting outside, along with several reporters and a few fans that had managed to sneak around the back of the arena. The other three all climb into one of the waiting SUVs and Zayn, Louis, and I get into the other. It thankfully doesn’t take long to get to the hotel and soon we’re climbing out. I feel Louis’ warm hand slip in to mine and I automatically curl my fingers around his. It’s strange that it has become almost second nature to me. It’s also dangerous. And there’s that annoying voice again. I ignore it and rub my thumb back and forth against Louis’ hand. When we get to the hotel lobby, we don’t immediately go to the elevator like I expect. Instead Louis leads me over to the other boys, who are huddled up as they discuss something.

    “What’s going on?”

    “We’re going out,” Niall explains with a grin. “Maybe.”

    “What? Shouldn’t you guys be exhausted by now?”

    Harry rolls his eyes. “Is everyone in?”

    “I’d love to, but I promised Perrie I’d call her tonight after the show. You lot have fun, though.” Zayn says, looking around at all of us. The other boys nod.

    “We will,” Louis winks.

    “And what if I wanted to stay?” I ask as we start to separate. Immediately he adopts a pout and blinks his blue eyes pleadingly at me.

    “Do you?”

    Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “It’s fine, whatever.”

    “You’re sure?”

    “Yes.”

    Just then Paul approaches and asks what the boys are planning on doing.

    “Zayn’s going up to his room to call Perrie,” Louis says. “Niall and Liam are going to get some food from the snack bar, and Harry, Harper, and I are going to the arcade.”