Blind Alley

Chapter 13.

We meet up with the boys in the lobby. They all seem as nervous about it all as we. Our guards follow us as we walk over to the front door of the hotel. As we're walking i suddenly feel a warm hand on mine. I look up and notice Louis smiling proudly as he wraps his fingers with mine. I can't help but to smile. We can finally walk into the public while holding each other hands and not some beard. My chest starts to flutter. It's finally happening. As soon as we take a step out of the hotel the lights start to flash. They're brighter than usual. Within a second we're mobbed and it's almost impossible for us to get through. A couple of more guards come to help get us through. I barely hear what the paps or critics are saying. They're all saying different things and shouting and all i want is to get to the car. "Harry did you use Taylor as a beard!?" I hear one voice among the others say. "Fags!" I hear another manly voice shout. "Louis how does it feel!?" One woman tries to get the answer to by literally pushing her microphone into our faces. The signals are so mixed. Some are calling us stuff, some are just curious and asking questions and others are just being assholes. "LET THEM BE! THEY'RE HUMAN BEINGS!" I hear a girls voice scream at the top of her lungs from the fans side. I raise my head and try to focus on the fans but i can barely see a thing. I turn to Louis as i start to feel dizzy. He looks concerned.

"Harry, are you okay?" He shouts, in an attempt to be heard. He starts to look a bit blurry. I try to nod but my body won't cooperate. "Hold on, we're almost there!"

I hear him but i can't really answer him. It's just starting to get really warm and humid. It's extremely hard for me to breath. And before i know it everything goes pitch black.

LOUIS POV:

I try just to focus on getting the hell out of here. It is completely impossible to talk to these people. If we want to set the record straight and tell them our story properly we'll have to arrange an interview. This is just not working. The boys are way ahead of us. The critics just seem to want a hold of me and Harry at the moment. I turn to Harry and notice he is being a bit off. He usually acts different in these kind of situations, but this time it's different. I ask him if he's okay but he doesn't answer. I try to look over to the car. I can just see a bit of the black car door. "Hold on, we're almost there!" I inform him. He doesn't seem to hear me. The poor thing seems so helpless at the moment. And before i know it he nods off. He faints in the middle of it all. The body guards quickly act and grab him before he gets the chance to get to meet the ground. I panic. What the fuck is happening!? I try to get to him but a guard holds me against him. I try to calm down. Better get to the car before doing anything.

Moments later we're backstage of a talk-show. We're on in just a few minutes. I figured that if Harry is still unconscious by the time we'll just skip it. I was so worried about him when we got into the car but apparently he just fainted for natural causes. It was hard for him to breath so that made it hard for him.

I sit there stroking his loose curls as his head is resting on my lap. Niall walks past me with a red-bull in his hand.

"You're on in five minutes. He still hasn't woken up?" He asks.

"What does it look like?"

I say irritated. He is still unconscious on my lap, isn't it obvious? Niall shrugs his shoulders. Harry slowly opens his eyes.

"What happened?" He asks and sits up. I feel so guilty for this. It's all my fault. If we just stayed in the hotel he wouldn't have fainted in the first place.

"You fainted..."

"Where are we?" He asks as he looks around with a frown.

"Backstage of a talk show. I thought we'd speak out here but we better just go home instead..."

"No, why?" I'm taken back by his words.

"What do you mean "Why"? You fainted just a couple of minutes ago?"

"So? I'm awake now."

"But-"

"No buts. I want to do this. Period"