That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 18

“Allez, Lou-is, debout ...” C’est à peine un murmure à son oreille. Son cerveau endormi objecte, ce n’est pas possible, cela ne peut pas être Harry. “Viens, réveilles-toi ...” C’est comme s’il pouvait sentir la caresse du souffle de sa voix sur sa peau. “Lou-is ...” “C’est pas toi Harry, je veux me rendormir ...” “Tais-toi Louis, léves toi, debout !” “Je suis en train de réver” murmure-t-il dans son sommeil.”C’est pas vrai, tu n’es pas là, tu ne connais pas ces mots là, Harry ..”“Laisses-moi faire ... let me kiss the night goodbye ..” And Louis felt almost kisses, from his eyes to his cheeks. He jolted awake at the sensation. Only to find himself alone in his hotel bed in Paris, Harry nowhere near. His clouded brain had mistaken the tears that had formed in his sleep for Harry’s kisses. Shit.

Harry was trying to be patient, he was really trying. He understood time zones and he understood Louis was busy with work and he understood that he himself was busy with work too, but then the team had left Las Vegas and arrived in Phoenix and he still hadn't heard from Louis. It had been almost a whole day.

Louis had left half his things in Las Vegas, and Harry had packed them up for him, hoping that Louis in turn had half of Harry's things, otherwise they were missing. And, yes, maybe Harry had a few half-full bottles of his own lube to pack, but Louis had some things that made Harry blush. Harry didn't really mind, but he probably shouldn't be touching them so he was really doing Louis a favour, the least Louis could do was answer his phone.

Harry huffed, then threw his phone on to the hotel bed and crossed the hallway, banging on room 817, Eleanor's door.

“Harry?” She was clearly surprised to see him.

“Phoenix has a science museum,” Harry said flatly. It was uncomfortable, but there was surely no un-awkward way to ask your secret boyfriend's fake girlfriend to come to the museum with you.

Not that Louis was his boyfriend.“Will you come with me?” was Harry's way of inviting her.

Eleanor jutted her chin out at Harry, questioning him in derision. “Phoenix has shops,” she suggested. “Cinemas, restaurants, I don't know, there's probably go-carts somewhere, that'd be fun?”

“Please,” Harry asked. “I need to find out about...” He lowered his voice, hoping he could trust her. “Evolution.”

Eleanor blinked at him. “It's not a secret, darling.”

Except it was a secret. Harry had gone to a Christian school for his entire education and they had a class called science but they certainly hadn't been taught evolution, because God created the world in six days, and God had created humans, there was no way they'd evolved from monkeys, God had made humans, that's what Harry had been taught.

“I need to see the science museum,” Harry insisted. “To find out about evolution.”

“All right, let me get my shoes,” Eleanor replied. “I didn't realise you were such a nerd. I hated science.”

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Louis' 'wardrobe' position was completely gratuitous. Besides small talk he wasn't asked one question in the dressing room, and there were already two real translators on set. Louis wouldn't have minded hanging around, but he quickly realised what CNTV were filming in Paris was an anti-abortion short. Why they'd thought the message would be more convincing shot at a cafe with the Eiffel Tower in the background, Louis didn't hang around long enough to find out.

He flat-out told the producer that, “You don't need me here, so I'm going to head off.” Louis had to bite his tongue from telling the producer what he was filming was disgusting, stuff his hands into his pockets to stop himself from calling Jeremy and saying he quit.