Simply Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

 

Harry

 

October 16, 2013

 

My arm hurts as I sit down and I keep my glance trained on the crowd. It’s amazing we’ve made such a difference to people, and so many of them. As a celebrity, you have this moment every now and then when you step back and marvel in how many people you’ve impacted, and how many people confess their love to you daily. It’s crazy, almost unrealistic, when you think of it in perspective. It’s very pleasing, but you’ve got to be sure not to get a big head.

“This is so cool,” Louis says, shaking his head. “I’ve never realized this. On stage, even though you, like, talk to the crowd and hear them and everything, I don’t notice them, how many of them there are. Jesus.” His voice is astonished, and it makes me smile.

“Yeah,” I agree, my lip caught between my teeth. “It’s great.”

Soon – too soon – a hand taps on our shoulders and tells us to get ready to go on stage. Instead of what we normally do (generally, avoid getting changed until the absolute last minute), we just agree and make our way to the dressing room. No one else is there except Caroline, so we just change silently, before Lou comes back in and does our hair. Just as Louis and I finish getting ready with about twenty minutes to spare, the other boys are herded into getting ready.

We make it onto stage with no time to spare, and it follows as normal. Ass pinches, lyric changes, big falls… It’s nothing new.

We come off stage on a high as usual, and are escorted back to the hotel. The album is finished now, and we don’t have any set recording to do, except for a couple of odd spots here and there, if potholes or anything are found. We’re left to our own devices, and everyone goes off on their own, exhausted because of time zones.

“I swear to fucking God I will go back in time and kill whoever decided time zones would be a good idea.” Louis swears, gently kicking the couch.

“I think it’d be whoever decided the earth to be round, and for it to spin at this pace. It’s inevitable, you realize?” I point out, and he shakes his head, walking to the bedroom.

“Shut up, you and your logical mind.” He growls, and I laugh. “Seriously. It was supposed to be a serious threat to show how pissed off I was.”

“Yeah, I realize.” I follow him, and find him changing facing the corner. I follow suit and change in the opposite corner, deciding to sleep tonight with boxers on. It’s better than naked, especially sharing a bed.