Bedeviled | Larry Stylinson

Bedeviled

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There was something off about Harry.

Louis didn't know what it was, but there was definitely something wrong.. From what he could somewhat tell, it wasn't anything that he had done. For the most part, Harry treated him normally and didn't yell at him or wasn't giving him the cold shoulder for anything. He didn't treat the other boys like he was angry with them either. That was what was confusing. It was like he had completely changed who he was as a person or something overnight. It was like there was a part lost in his personality, but Louis couldn't quite place his finger on what it was.

Liam and Louis were the only ones in the dressing room before their concert in Glasgow. They had already done the meet and greet when Louis really noticed that something was going on with Harry. He acted forceful, hugging the fans so tight that they said "ouch" and ripping their phones from their hands. The attitude he had when talking to them wasn't what it normally was.Louis wondered if he was the only one that had noticed it or if the other boys had too. Maybe Louis was just overreacting.

"Louis, you alright, mate?" Liam asked, pulling him out of his worries.

"Huh? Yeah. Just getting into my head. I think it's because I'm tired," Louis shrugged, but then took a sharp inhale. "Have you noticed anything wrong with Harry?"

Liam took a moment, thinking about Louis' question. "What do you mean?"

"Like, have you noticed that he's been acting strange or different? Not like himself, I suppose," Louis clarified, picking at the edge of the hole in the knee of his jeans.

Liam took a sip from his water bottle. "Kind of, I guess. He's been acting a little more distant than normal. I'm sure it's nothing too serious. Probably just tired like the rest of us."

Louis nodded, his eyes fixated on his shoes. He hoped that he was right. "Yeah, I'm probably just overthinking it."

Shortly after Louis and Liam's conversation had ended, Harry and Niall emerged through the doors. Louis looked at Harry, smiling at him as he walked over. He appeared to be normal. There were faint black circles beneath his green eyes. It had to be just exhaustion. Performing took a lot out of a person.

"Hey, baby," Louis greeted as Harry sat down next to him, practically on his lap. That wasn't usually something that Harry did in public, but he wasn't going to question it. "What were you two doing?"

"Planning on how we can steal the carts from the crew an-" Harry started to say, but Niall interrupted him.

"Louis, Lou wants to talk to you. She said something about wanting to fix your hair up again," Niall requested.

Louis inched himself out from underneath Harry and got up to follow Niall to Lou's station. He was kind of confused as to why she wanted to redo his hair because there wasn't anything wrong with it. But, who was he to question a hair stylist's antics? He was about to turn into the room that Lou was in when Niall gripped onto the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him in his tracks. Louis snapped his head around to look at him when he saw a look of genuine fear and concern gracing his blue irises.

"What? What's wrong with you?" Louis asked, crinkling his brows.

"I need to talk to you about Harry," Niall said in a hushed voice.

"Okay...what about him?" Louis nervously encouraged. If he was honest, he was somewhat scared as to what he had to say.

"There something not right with him," Niall continued, the expression crossing his face one of genuine fear.

"You're scaring me, Niall. What happened?" Louis urged, getting fed up with him not getting to the point.

"We were out taking a walk around and just chatting when we got on the subject of how we should take the carts from the crew and just drive around like we did on the Take Me Home tour," Niall started.