Hey Angel [Tomlinson/Styles]

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"Shit, Harry!" Niall cackled as he slapped the mans shoulder. "You didn't have to do 'er like that!"

"She's trying to bite off my reputation." Harry rolled his eyes as he slipped off his shirt, using it to wipe at his sweat before throwing it to the corner of the dressing room. "Tired of all of these doll faced pop stars trying to use my name to get themselves more famous."

"Well if only they knew, right?" Niall sighed, chewing on his thumbnail. "Straight as a fuckin' circle, ye' are."

Harry chuckled as he shook his head, tying his long hair into a bun before slipping on a new shirt and taking off his leather jeans. He replaced them with a pair of sweatpants and stretched out, yawning. "Do we have a hotel or the bus tonight?"

"Bus." Niall hummed, slipping his guitar into its case. "Liam's throwin' a right fit about it too. Guess he had a guest or somethin', was told they were getting us a hotel."

"A guest?" Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, grabbing his notebook and phone, walking towards the door and holding it open for his friend and guitarist. "What's that mean?"

"Well, when you get visitors on tour, they--" Harry cut the smart ass reply off as he slapped the blond on the back of the head, stuffing his hands into his pockets afterwards. "Nah, I mean, I dunno. Liam's a likeable mate, though. Definitely the best out of us lot."

"You don't have to convince me of that." Harry sighed as the walked out the back door, lighting a cigarette quickly before ducking through the crowd of fans waiting, being held back by security personnel.

Once they reached the bus, the door slammed shut behind them and Harry stayed by the door, relaxing at the sudden quiet that was given. He puffed at his cigarette as he listened to distant mumbling, an excited cry from Niall up ahead.

Harry followed the Irish mans earlier footsteps, grinning widely at the sight he was given. "Yo! Zayn, mate, how've ya been?"

"Bloody great, ya git." Zayn had a hazey look on his face, smoke being blown into it by Liam who was holding a blunt. "Haven't seen you guys in a minute."

"You've been busy gallivanting the world, hip hop star." Harry chuckled, settling next to him on the couch, accepting the hit that Liam offered him.

"As if you guys haven't been doing the same." Zayn replied with a roll of his eyes. "Where are you off to next?"

"Finishing off here, got two more concerts then we're free." Liam answered with a grin.

"Well that's perfect." Zayn had a mischievous glint in his eyes that Harry was all too familiar with. "I wanted to ask you boys for a favor."

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned, not expecting that. Zayn definitely wasn't one to ask anyone for anything. It must be important.

"I've got a little brother that adores your music, and he's got his first hot shot gig coming up in Paris. Was wondering if you could perform at his after party? He'd lose it."

"Little brother?" Harry's tone was laced with confusion. "Since when have you had a little brother? A famous one at that?"

"Not biological." Zayn lit a cigarette. "But he might as well be. He's been my best friend since we were little tikes. He's gonna be modeling for Lanvin in Paris fashion week. So bloody proud of him, I can't even explain it."

"A model?" Harry wiggles his eyebrows. "I'm offended you've kept him hidden."

"Keep your dirty paws off of 'im." Zayn warned with a wag of his finger. "I know what kind of trouble you bring around."

"What's his name?" Niall asked, buggering about on his phone.

"Louis Malik." Zayn coughed, rubbing at his nose. He set down his cigarette in order to take another turn to hit the blunt.

"Malik? Thought you weren't blood related." Liam voiced the question all three of them had been thinking.

"It's a long story." Zayn's expression told them to shut up. "He's my favorite person in the world, and he deserves nothing less than the moon. Told me that if he wasn't morally obligated to vote for me on X Factor he'd have voted for you sorry lot." He chuckled.

"We could've used that vote." Harry teased. He used to be bitter over the win, but now he embraced it. Zayn was just as famous as their own band was, even if they were in two completely different genres. "But alright. If it means that much to you, we'll do it. Don't worry about it, mate."

"Great." Zayn looked a lot more relieved at that. "Now, what kind of mischief are you guys going to be getting into? Not everyday you land in California."

"I'm honestly knackered." Harry cleared his throat, feeling the slight haze begin to hit him from the weed. "We've got the concert tomorrow anyways, need to rest up."

"I'll let you get out of it this time," Zayn rolled his eyes. "but only because I know you'll be partying with me at the party next week."

"You got that right." Niall reached over to bump fists with the man.

"Alright, lads. I'm gonna head out. Lou's probably gonna have a cow that I haven't returned with dinner yet." He gave them a final wink and let himself off the bus, leaving the three boys in his wake.

"His brothers a fuckin' babe." Niall whispered as soon as the door shut behind him. Harry and Liam both cackled in response, knowing for a fact that the blond had googled him.

"Let me see." Harry demanded, moving towards him to see the phone. His eyes widened in surprise at the picture he was shown.

There was a petite boy in nothing but a sheer red robe and tiny black shorts. He had pushed back hair and his body was completely free of any hair, looking pure and innocent and drop dead sexy.

"Jesus," Harry breathed. "Where has Zayn been hiding this kid?"

"No idea." Niall shrugged. "Don't get your hopes up too high though, H. Really don't think Zayn was messing about with that warning."

"We'll see." Harry smirked, sending a wink to his exasperated band mates.

His rockstar attitude would wind up getting him in trouble, probably.