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+ chapter three;

[ Harry ]

I groaned as Louis whistled. I rolled my eyes. For the past half an hour, I've been watching Louis picking up girls. Why do girld have to lower they're self-worth and fall for the lad. Sure, he was good looking but besides that, the lack of smarts and sleeves of tattoos would have send me running.

"Jealous?" smirked Louis, and I glanced at him, only to find him with a girl on his lap. I rolled my eyes, and looked away.

"Just remember, I am not being apart of this threesome." I said, and heard Louis laugh.

"Ew, no. Why would you be par-" he stopped talking and sighed. Finally. I looked down at my shoes. Where was the rest of the band? I had come to the site almost 4 hours ago, and I haven't once gotten a text nor phonecall from them canceling.

"Stop checking your phone." Said Louis, and I turned. The girl was gone, and a new baby love bite was forming on his collarbone. I felt a warm feeling erupt in mh stomach.

"What?" I said, and noticed that I had my phone out. I chuckled, and slid it back in my pocket.

"Your band hasn't come, huh?" he said and I shrugged. Had they forgotten how important this was? To us? To me? I had told them that with this we could become superstars. Be something. Someone.

"Harry?" said Louis, waving a hand in my face. I snapped and looked up at him. He chuckled. "You blank out alot, don't cha? I said, let's go get something to eat."

I nodded, and stood up. But as I did, I felt my head become heavier. And before I knew it, I collapsed onto the ground...

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[ Louis ]

I slowly dabbed the wet cloth on Harry's forehead. For a crowded area, it was ridiculous that no one saw the lad faint. As if it wasn't hard enough to drag the lad to a room. I scrambled through this First-Aid kit I found. I glanced at the windows up front. If anyone sees us, we'll be kicked out. And right now the boy needed rest.

"Mmm." said Harry and his lips parted. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was attracted to the lad. Just one look of his defined looks, and hollow dimples would make anyone woon. I licked my lips as I slowly wiped the small cut on his forehead. His green eyes fluttered open, and I felt my stomach do flops as his eyes met mine.

"Morning sunshine." I smirked, and saw his cheeks redened. I watched as his tongue glided along his lips. I felt myself stiffened, and tried to think of non-sexual things. The boy was on my lap, for bloody hell.

"Hi." he whispered, and I chuckled. Using the hand that wasn't cuffed, I reached over and grabbed a bandaid. I felt his eyes on me as I put it over his cut.

"You know, you should really warn me when your about to fait. My ass can only take so many falls to the ground." I said, and saw a small smile form along his face.

"Mhm." he said, and I watched as he slowly sat up. "Fuck, my head hurts."

"Yeah, you kinda bumped it against the ground as you fell. Idiot." I chuckled and he glared at me. I smiled and he rolled his eyes. His eyes looked away from mine, and I ran a hand through my hair.

"Where are we?" he said, looking around. He looked like a child. Well, I mean he was a kid. But so, innocent. His eyes looked around the room.

"It's just the back room of the stage." I chuckled and his eyes widened.

"What? W-we have to get out of here! What if someone ca-"

"--Harry, shut up. I've been here for over an hour and no one has come. But they will if you don't shut up." I snapped and he flinched. He nodded and looked down at his hands.

"M'sorry." I whispered and he slowly got his feet. He tugged his hand, and I looked up.

"C'mon, I'm starving." he said, and I nodded. As I got to my feet, I didn't noticed that he was standing close.

"Thank you." he said, and I shrugged. He nodded, and we went out of the room. As we did I turned off the lights. I closed the door and turned to find a shocked Harry.

"Harry what-"

"-Hey you!" screamed someone and my eyes widened.

"Run you idiot." I said and ran, my hand being dragged. I groaned. "Run faster." And he did.

Now I was the one being dragged. We ran along the edge of the lot and ran towards the big ferris wheel.

"Where?" said Harry, and I looked around. As we ran, I checked my pockets. I felt my pass card.

"Out." I said and he turned at me.

"No, once you leave you can't come back." he said, and I saw the fear in his eyes.

"Harry, trust me. Just go." I said, and turned to see the guard still chasing us. He bit his lip, and we ran out. We ran out but were mobbed by a fence.

"Shit." he cursed and I turned to see the guard not to behind.

"Climb, you bloody bastard." I said, staring to climb. I looked at him and he was still on the ground. "Harry!"

He glanced up at me, tears forming in his eyes. "I-I can't leave."

"Harry, I'm not asking you to run away with a murderer. I'm asking, no begging you to climb."

"Louis, I can't." He said, and I groaned.

"Harry, c'mon. We have to go. I-I can't stay and be arrested. I just can't." I said, and held out my other hand. "Please, I promise I'll find a way to get you back in."

He shook his head, and started to back away slowly. I felt myself almost fall forward, and gripped onto the fence.

"Fuckin bastard." I screamed, and tugged my hand forward. He hit the fence and I tugged him upwards. I gripped his shirt and hauled him over the fence. We fell onto the ground and heard the fence rattled. I didn't dare turn and yanked Harry to run.

"Come back here." yelled the officer and I just kept running. Pulling Harry behind me.

"C-can we s-stop." stuttered Harry and we did. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. He wheezed and I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey? Hey you okay?" I said, patting his back. He shook his head, and fell. He wheezing became harder. "Harry?" I said and he fell to the ground.

"Harry?" I said and his dimples dilated. "No, no. Harry." I said, and searched his pockets. Praying that the lad carried around his inhaler. "Fuckin hell, Harry." I said, and helped him to his feet.

I carried him to the nearest market, and sat him on the bench. I ran through the place, and ignored the securitys remarks about slowing down. I grabbed an inhaler and ran to Harry.

"You have to pay for that!" shouted someone and I ripped open the package.

"Please work." I muttered and placed it on his lips. He wheezing came to a stop and his eyes met mine. "Inhale." I pressed the pump and he inhaled the medicine. His chest rose up and down slowly. His forehead rested on my shoulder and I closed my eyes.

"Is he okay?" said the same female voice. But she sounded so distant. I wrapped my arms around the now shaking boy. I hummed a calming melody.

"Your okay." I whispered and heard a small sobbing sound come from the lad. "Your okay, we're okay. It's okay."