Ice Cold

Strange Happenings

"World tours are tough.." Harry started as he took a pint from the bus fridge. "Agreed" Liam replied, taking a water and dropping onto the small couch.

Niall and Zayn were fast asleep on the bunks trying to get at least some sleep, while Louis was just watching the television screen.

"Where are we off to next, Li?" Louis asked, casually, looking over to the puppy-dog eyed boy.

"Well we are off to Arizona! A very hot state!"

"Wow Arizona," Harry replied.

The boys did love going on tours, meeting fans, singing their hearts out on stage- that's all they ever dreamed of. But, sometimes, tours were tiring, and moving from city to city became boring and old. None-the-less, they were, of course, so grateful for this opportunity to live their dream lives.

But as they drove somewhere hot, Louis seemed to be the only one that was cold... Even the bus was warm as they entered Arizona. Niall, Harry, Zayn, and Liam walked around the bus in tank tops and short sleeved shirts, but not Louis. He always had a jacket on.

"I-is it cold in here?" Louis asked shaking a little.

"Not at all? What's going on Lou?" Niall asked concerned.

"I-I... Are you sure?" Louis asked again. All four boys shook their heads.

"Louis, are you sure you're okay? Are you sick?" Liam asked, worriedly.

"He does look pale..." Zayn added.

"N-no I'm fine..." Louis ran back into the bus to go splash his face, but when he looked into the mirror he saw something shocking. A little white highlight in his hair. "W-What?" Louis whispered to himself, leaning closer to the mirror to exam his hair more closely. He even wiped the mirror with his jacket sleeve, in case the mirror had done something tricky. But, no. It was there. No. It had to be a trick of light or something. He was only 22, and a brunette.

When he placed a finger on the mirror to clean it a little more, he realized his hands were ice cold. He started to freak out and he hid the white highlight in his hair by putting on a beanie.

He shook his head, not wanting to believe it. He breathed in deeply, then let it out. He shook his head once more, before stuffing his hands in his pocket and leaving the bathroom. His face was dead pale, he was beginning to cry. The panic inside him was rising.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' He thought. Louis knew he probably would have to avoid the boys, they would get suspicious.

"Hey Louis-"

"Harry please go away." Louis rushed past him, as quick as he could to get on the stage as quick as possible for the concert.

Harry looked after Louis, hurt mixed with concern flashing across his eyes.

"Mate, what was that?" Zayn came up beside Harry, looking where

Harry's gaze was fixed on. Harry shook his head, sadly.

"I don't know, Z."

"CAN THE CONCERT START EARLY... Please?" Louis asked loudly as his hands got colder and he can see his breath.

"Louis, what's going on? We're worried about you.." Liam said, the rest of the boys were behind him. Louis could feel them all eyeing him carefully, and it did nothing but contribute to his rising anxiety.

"NOTHING!! Ahem... Nothing... I-I'm fine..."

"Why are you hiding your hands??" Niall asked.

"I-I don't know.."

"Lou..." Harry started, slowly stepping towards Louis, but with every step he took forward, Louis took one backwards. He couldn't dare let them feel how ice cold his newly pale skin was.

Louis finally fell off the stage and his beanie fell off in the process. The boys glared at his white highlight, when another one started to appear. The boys saw Louis' hands. They were blue.

"Louis, what the hell?! What's going on? What's wrong with your hands?" Niall asked, with wide eyes.

"Nothing!! I-I-" Louis stopped himself and took off running. But he slipped out of nowhere, when he looked behind him, the entire floor was now an ice rink.

"S-SOMEONE HELP ME!! PLEASE!"

The boys didn't know what to do. Yes, they knew they should help their best friend, but, honestly, they were terrified. What happened to Louis?? After a few minutes of staring, Harry snapped back to reality, and rushed to help Louis up.

By the time he got there, Louis only had one strip of brown hair left, his skin was pale white, along with his hair, there were snowflake shaped symbols on the sides of his face, and his breath showed. He was crying half to death, terrified.

"Louis.. Lou. What's going on?" Harry asked softly, not wanting to upset the boy more than he already was.

"I don't know, Harry!" Louis shouted, out of fear and frustration.

The others ran to him, as his brown hair was now completely gone, and Louis passed out...