Give Them What They Want

It had been, what could only be described as, a hectic night. The movie premiere: it had been great, exciting, a dream come true, but nonetheless exhausting.

They'd mingled with people at the after party for as long as they could handle and now, one by one, they were slipping out and returning home for some much needed rest.

Harry found himself sat in the living room of his apartment quietly, just thinking to himself. He liked to do this sometimes, just sit and think by himself in the quiet, it was a nice change from the usual everyday life he led. It gave him a chance to mull over his thoughts that got lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life and would usually end up with him tweeting a rather out of the blue tweet that would cause raised eyebrows when he saw the boys the next morning.

He was pulled abruptly out of his daze however by a rather sharp knock at the door. Odd at this time, however not unheard of, so he got up and walked over, pulling it open.

There stood a rather irritated, tired looking Louis.

"Louis, what are you doing here? Why aren't you at home or with El?" Harry asked slightly confused.

"I just- I need to- Can I just come in?" Louis stuttered and Harry moved aside to let the older boy inside. He kicked off his shoes and Harry walked back into the living room. Soon Louis appeared through the doorway and they both stood for a short moment, staring at eachother.

"What's up then?" Harry said. "It's not like you to come knocking at my door at this time."

Louis was bouncing on his feet looking on-edge, until eventually he started pacing around the room.

"It's just- It's El." He said looking at the ground.

"What about her?" Harry asked rather warily, following Louis with his eyes. Harry had nothing wrong with Louis' relationship with Eleanor but sometimes he felt rather uncomfortable talking about it. He and Eleanor had never really seen eye to eye. It wasn't anything personal they'd just never really spoken properly or spent much quality time together. He'd gotten on good enough with Danielle and Perrie, but Eleanor, not so much.

"Well." Louis replied. "She's just- She's really getting on my nerves." He was still pacing around. "Like I don't even know. It's like something's up. One minute we're completely fine and it's all happy couple but then within the click of a finger she's turning on me. I've tried talking to her about it but every time I do I end up getting yelled at. Like at the after party! We went into the photo booth and we were completely fine, yet we'd been out for literally less than 5 minutes and she was having a go at me! I can't even remember what about? I wanted to leave but they wouldn't let me go without her, saying it would look bad if I left the party alone, so we had to awkwardly walk through all the fans together which made eveything 10 times worse. Then she started on me in the taxi. She started ranting about the fans and about the whole Larry thing and I couldn't deal with it anymore because you know I don't care about all that, so I told the taxi driver to stop and I walked the rest of the way back."

He let out a sigh of relief and stopped pacing, as though the pent up anger inside of him had finally been released.

"Wait you walked halfway back?" Harry asked slightly thrown off. Louis looked at him, annoyed, feeling as though he'd missed the point. "Louis that's dangerous especially for you."

"Harry it was dark I kept my head down and I'm here so stop." Louis said sounding pissed off. There was a short pause where nobody really knew what to say.

"So is that her problem then, the fans and Larry?" Harry asked eventually. Louis shrugged.

"I don't know. I think it must be. But I don't think it's just that." He said. "It's just- I don't- urgh." He groaned massaging his temples.