Disclaimer: I donnot own the characters. They are real people. This events haven’t happened and won’t happen (dying whale noise as I say that).
I’m sorry my english isn’t perfect. I’m argentinian c:
This fanfiction contains LGBT content referred to homosexuality, it also has depression and self harm. If this are “shooters” for you, please donnot read.
HARRY’S POV
I wake up heavy-breating. It isn’t a nightmare that wakes me.
The room is dark and cold. I stand up, slowly, trying to calm myself down. I feel the weight of my hands is unbareable. I used to wake up with headaches and shaking when I was a kid, but it had been long since that last happened. I don’t want to wake the guys. We are on tour and we’re staying in a lovely hotel. The service has been really nice, but the meetings have us tired. We have done thousands of them in one week.
Zayn is laying on his bed, snoring. Niall and Liam are cuddled in another bed, but Louis is missing. I go to his bed and look down, trying to figure where he’d be. The lights are off, but the lights of the city brighten the room. It is a cloudy night, so there are no stars. The moon is covered by the heavy storm clouds, but its light seems to be escaping.
I sit on Louis’ bed and try to keep my eyes open, but I am really tired, so I fall asleep.
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The white light makes my eyes hurt. Lou stands next to me, drawing the curtains.
He’s holding a teapot in his left hand. He’s wearing a stripped t-shirt and jeans, barefoot.
’Hey’ he yells. ‘Come on, guys. We have a photoshoot today! Let’s all get ready’. Then he looks into my eyes. His are blue as always, but there’s something weird about them. He smiles and says ‘Hello there, bed thief’.
I look down and find myself wrapped in a white sheet.
’Uhmm… sorry’ I smile with sarcasm.
’No, it’s fine. It’s not like it was four in the morning and I went to the bathroom and came back here to find you shaking or anything’ he winks.
’I was shaking?’ I say with surprise.
’You were, and so I covered you with the sheets’
’Thanks’
’Sure’
I stand up feeling better. Zayn’s still sleeping. Liam is playing videogames and Niall is… well… eating.
’Hey guys’ I say.
’Hey’ Niall tries to answer, but gets choked and Liam laughs.
I go to the kitchen and Louis is doing the dishes. When he finishes, he sits next to me and pours some tea in a cup. He hands it to me.
’What happened to you last night, Haz?’ he says looking straight into my eye.
’Nothing. Why?’
’Well, you appear on my bed shaking and about to cry. What was it? A nightmare?’ he asks gently.
’No. Really. I have no idea.’
He smiles with concern and taps on my shoulder.
’Drink your tea, it’ll help’ he laughs.
