1D One Shots

The Trip And The Confrontations ~LaRrY

*Louis' POV*

There was only a small part of me that was nervous. Like half a grain of rice nervous. Or maybe like the size of America nervous. That's kinda the same thing, right? No, definitely not. Shit. Oh fucking hell. What's wrong with me? This was going to be like nothing. I've preformed for millions of people and this was the thing that had been keeping me up at night, for a week, nervous as fuck? Where's the justice in that?! Dear lord, I'm going insane. Well, after today it'll all be over. Not really though. But kinda-

"Babe?"

Great now Harry's talking to me. How long have I been thinking? Fuck. I huff and cross my arms over my chest before looking up at him. "What Harry?" I snap.

"Jeez." He frowns, eyebrows creased. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You look as green as Zayn was when we went on that yacht once."

"Is it always going to be about Zayn, Harry? Huh?!" I uncross my arms and grab his collar, pulling him close.

"Louis, what the fuck is wrong with you? I'm just trying to make sure you're ok! You haven't eaten or slept in days." His hands cover my fists and I feel my anger fizzle out as his green eyes stare at me with intense concern.

I sniff and decide it may be time to let my pride go. So I start sobbing. "I'm not o-ok H-Ha-Haz."

"BooBear." Harry easily picks me up from my seat across from him and pulls me into his lap. I feel like a child and even have the small urge to suck my thumb as I cry and Hazzy murmurs in my ear. "It's ok, you're ok. Talk to me baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm scared about tomorrow." I whimper at the very thought.

"Tomorrow?" Harry looks at me. "Surely you're not serious?"

"Very serious Pumpkin. And don't call me Shirley."

"Lou!" He giggles at my pun. "Stop, I'm trying to comfort you! Why are you so nervous? It's just us, being us. No need to be scared."

"I'm not scared!"

"You just said you were-"

"I'm a little nervous, s'all. I'm not scared. Louis William Tomlinson is never scared."

"What about after we watched 'Carrie'?"

"That's fucking ridiculous! Anyone would be shitting themselves after that film! You were scared too!"

"Well I'm sorry one of the girls at the theatre looked like her! And she had red stuff on her shirt!" Haz nearly throws me off his lap but I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him. "Louuuu!" He whines with a smile.

"Hazzy!"

"You're so weird." He kisses my forehead and shifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

"We're weird Harold. And that's why you love me."

"I love you because you're beautiful, inside and out, as well as just plain... well... irresistible." He nuzzles my neck and I let out a small sigh. "C'mon, we gotta get to bed. Big day tomorrow."

"Harry..." I pout at him.

"Sorry, sorry. You want a sleeping pill? Get a good night's sleep for once?" 

"I think self medication may be necessary tonight babe."

Harry and I both undress in our bedroom and brush our teeth together. He hands me a glass of water and a little white pill. I frown at it before putting it on the back of my tongue and swallowing it with a sip of water. I shudder a tad, I hate swallowing pills. Harry chuckles at my reaction, as usual, and leads me to the bed. Pulling the covers back, I climb under first, with Haz bringing up the rear. We exchange long kisses and 'I love you's before Harry's snoring quietly, arms still firmly wrapped around me. It takes longer than usual but I eventually fall into a restless sleep.