One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

AFTER THE SHOW

Harry's driver is waiting for him right in front of the backstage entrance. Usually, Harry is the first person who leaves the venue before everyone else does. Years ago he got stuck in a traffic jam shortly after a concert and this incidence turned out into a very, very dangerous situation for Harry, the driver and all the other road users so his team thought it was better if he left as quickly as possible to not cause any trouble.

It's not a nice feeling to end the show like that and run away while the band is still playing and the fans are cheering and screaming but there's no other way for him to stay safe.

In the car, Harry messages Louis that he's on the way back to the hotel but he doesn't get a respond. He tries to call Louis but the phone goes directly to voice message. What's wrong? Harry starts worrying about Louis and practically storms into his hotel room to make sure he's in there but he's not. Where is he?

As Harry passes the huge mirror on the wall, he takes a quick look. He is still wearing his concert outfit: black, silky flared trousers with light frills at both ends, a silky crème shirt that practically consists of frills only and a black vest. It's one of his favorite outfits because it's definitely different, more feminine and light and not the usual suit style. But right now, he doesn't care about how he looks. All he wants is to find Louis but as he's about to leave the room, he stops and thinks. He was the first one to leave the venue, maybe Louis will arrive in the next minutes? But what if he also left earlier for whatever reason?

Harry takes a deep breath as he sits down on the bed and looks around the room. He should learn to be more patient. Maybe Louis' phone ran out of battery. Maybe he lost his phone, who knows. Maybe Louis isn't looking at it because he is talking to someone. About twenty minutes later, nothing has happened and Harry is getting impatient again. Louis should have been here by now, definitely. The venue isn't that far from the hotel, just about fifteen or twenty minutes if there's much traffic. Their team usually makes sure everyone leaves shortly after the concert because the rent for the venues is very high so Harry can't imagine that Louis is still at the venue. To be sure, Harry calls Sarah and Adam but they assure him that they haven't seen Louis after the show. Harry calls Louis again with the same result as a few minutes ago. What should he do?

It's already half past eleven so there won't be many people walking around in the hallways and even if they were, Harry wouldn't care. Although he's famous, there are people who still don't know or recognize him. He is sure that there won't be fans in this hotel since they usually can't afford those hotels he's staying in since they're five star hotels. Plus, his team always rents a whole floor for themselves, for security reasons. Harry takes the hotel room card out of the slot and leaves. He takes the elevator to the bar and the lobby but there's not a single person anywhere except for the receptionists who seem slightly bored. Maybe he should ask them for help?

Just as Harry is about to walk over, he stops. He shouldn't draw extra attention to himself. Harry asks himself if Louis could be in the garage and out of all ideas he had, that one sounds dumb and unrealistic but Harry wants to look for him everywhere just in case if something has happened. It's cold in the garage and Harry doesn't feel comfortable at all. It smells like motor oil and tires and being alone with cars and who knows who scares him a little bit. "Louis?" he says quietly, the echo intensifying his voice. Nobody answers. Harry thinks to himself he's crazy. What should Louis do down here on his own? But where could he be?

Harry sighs as he steps into the elevator again. What if Louis was in a room with some team members or his bandmates? But they would have told him for sure and Louis doesn't know any of Harry's team members except for Mark. Harry knows Louis would never hang out with Mark. The boy shakes his head to himself and pushes his hair back. There's only one other possibility which also seems unrealistic but whatever. Harry walks back to the elevator and presses the button that brings him up to the roof terrace.