One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

BACKSTAGE

When Harry arrives at the venue in Amsterdam, Mark is already waiting for him at the backstage entrance, pacing in front of the door impatiently. He has his hand pressed against his right ear as he holds the walkie-talkie close to his other one and yells something back. "It was about time Styles!" he shouts unfriendly as Harry gets off the car. Mark doesn't even greet him what doesn't surprise Harry since he knows what kind of person he is. "Come on! Hurry up," Mark demands harshly as he puts his hand onto Harry's back in order to push him forward a little bit. "You messed up everything!" he shouts. "Look at the clock! We should have already done the sound check!" he barks as he pushes a huge fire door open. "Everyone is just waiting for you," he continues, "I have no idea what you were thinking!"

Mark doesn't look at Harry at all as they're hurrying down the hallway until they reach the backstage area where Harry's and the band's dressing room is. In Harry's eyes this room isn't really a dressing room because the atmosphere in there is more like the one in a lounge or a fancy living room. Black curtains are hung up to cover the concrete walls. Two sofas and one armchair provide enough space to relax and even have a short nap if necessary. There are fresh flowers and some newspapers put on the small table in front of the sofas. Harry loves the floor lamps that surround the sofa area, as well as the tiny fairy lights that are hung up all over the room's walls. A huge black box with silver metal edges and locks is standing in front of the sofas. Those boxes are usually used to transport the equipment such as lights, mixing desks, wires, amplifiers, microphones, instruments, the scaffolds and other things Harry and his team need for the concerts. The team has put a TV into this one which technically allows people to follow the show backstage. The TV is also used by the band to watch movies or battle each other in video games.

"Put your bag in here quickly and come with me," Mark orders as he opens the door for Harry.

"Where's Louis?" Harry asks Mark as he walks in and scans the room. Harry puts his bag onto the floor and turns around toward the broad man.

"Come on Styles, they're waiting for you!" Mark presses, completely ignoring Harry's question. The man clears his throat as he's tapping his fingers against the door frame, staring at Harry. His eyes are glaring, his facial features hard. Why is he such an unpleasant human being? Harry decides not to argue with Mark because he knows better. It wouldn't lead anywhere but only cause trouble which he needs to avoid urgently because of Louis. If it wasn't for Louis Harry would have contradicted Mark until now.

When Harry walks onto the stage his bandmates aren't mad at all. They only roast him with bad jokes about his delay and also the sound guys aren't pissed or angry – a total contrast to Mark who's watching them from aside with a sour expression, straight-faced. Harry thinks Mark is the type of person who always exaggerates everything in order to sound important. In Harry's eyes, everyone who works on this tour is important: the roadies, the sound guys, the catering people, his band, make-up artists, stylists – not only Mark because he is the tour manager. Of course, the tour wouldn't be what it was without Mark but also not without all the other people who make this tour happen and keep doing amazing jobs.

About one hour later, the sound check is finished. It's almost five what means that Harry has about three hours and a half to spend with Louis. He usually gets his hair and make-up done around half past eight. After that he puts on the show clothes and gets his mic pack. After Harry has left the stage, he runs back to the dressing room, hoping that Louis is in there this time.

When he opens the door, Harry spots Louis on the sofa. The boy is lying on his back, his head propped up on a pillow as he's scrolling through his phone. A slight vanilla scent is filling the room and Harry can't hide a smile. It's is only illuminated by both floor lamps and the fairy lights. Louis usually doesn't like dimmed lights, scented candles and all that stuff. Of all things, he hates the candles most. Harry knows Louis did that for him and it warms his heart. "Hey Lou," Harry says as he's walking toward him. He flops down next to the older boy who nuzzles close to Harry immediately. Harry puts his arm around his boyfriend to pull him closer.