Rip It All To Shreds (Something Great)

Diet Mountain Dew

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to kenziesummers112 . Thanks for being awesome , may you meet the boys one day.

This chapter is probably going to be long, and I think it's about to get interesting ...

Song: Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey

Louis' POV:

New York City. The Concrete Jungle. City for people with big dreams. What about me ? I have no sense of peaceful dreaming anymore . Once could even say I'm dreamless . I don't suppose there's a city of nightmares or exhaustion?

Louis you're such a pessimist ... Lighten up.

I have to meet with Lou soon. The show starts in only a few hours . I lay out the night in my head . Hair and makeup and wardrobe , sound check , hair and makeup and wardrobe again, show. Finally after that bloody fiasco i can be alone. I can only put up my walls for so long.

Since we have two shows here we'll be staying in a hotel rather than our bus which means even more privacy. My own room,, with a lock. that's the highlight of tonight .

However, the boys will want to go out, and they'll want to bring me . I need to think of an excuse .

I open my phone to check twitter.

#louisneedsahaircut is trending . Before, I would find some snarky remark to reply. Later, that instinct gave way to being hurt by it . now I'm just numb. I can't tell if it's worse or not.

Harry POV:

New York City! I'm here. Just have to smile and sing and then I'm free. Maybe , when I leave I won't come back. New York is a big city. It wouldn't be that hard to disappear. Maybe it would, it's not like the general public doesn't know who I am , but then again I could alter my appearance or something .

I go see Lou Teasdale and she cringes when I walk in .

"Damnit Harry! when was the last time you took a bloody shower?"

That's a good question, actually....

I smirk and reply,"Lou consider yourself lucky. You get to see Harry Styles when his style is a little hairy".

She playfully hits my bicep.

"Go shower and come back to me after?"

"Sure, Lou," I wink.

"Would you mind sending Louis in?"

Awkward. what do I say? Fuck. Fuck,fuck,fuck. I have stood in one place for too long just staring at the floor. I have an idea.

"Uh yeah, sure."

I stop Liam in the hall backstage .

"Hey uh Liam?"

"Harry? What's up are you okay?"

No.

"Yeah I just have to take a quick shower, but Lou needs to see uhh Louis, and she wanted me to send him in, but I really gotta shower I'm running behind."

Luckily, Liam doesn't question why , if I was running behind , I bothered to wander around the stadium looking for him, instead of just going to Louis' dressing room, which was in the near vicinity of Lou's room for hair and makeup. He knows the answer already.

"Yeah. Sure Harry." Liam is one of the only people I could even come close to being friendly with anymore.

"Thanks."

I turned and walked , and then when I was out of sight, bolted to the shower.

Louis' POV:

I go , upon Liam's request, to see Lou. we engage in some small talk, and all is going relatively well.

Eventually, it's time to go on stage. The crowd is electric, per usual. Have you ever had that conflicted feeling where you wanted to run up and hug someone , but at the same time you hope they fail miserably at everything they do? Harry's voice is angelic and fills the stadium with every note he hits with utter perfection. It's beautifully sickening.

"Goodnight New York Cityyyyy" Zayn yells and we all run off stage. Even backstage we can hear the crowd still screaming our names. I wish I could appreciate it more. We all rush into an SUV that's waiting out back guarded by Paul who greets each of us as we enter the black auto.

When we get to the hotel we are each given a key card to rooms that have our stuff already in them.

My key said room 519. I can't wait to be alone . The day has been too much and I just need to release. The ring box with my blades are hidden in my suitcase .

I slip the card into the door and it unlocks . I stumble in the darkness and flick on a dim light. I open a black suitcase on the bed. Flannels, bandannas , ramones t-shirts, yellow swim trunks , tight, ripped, black jeans, large brimmed hat...

I knew exactly whose stuff this was , and it wasn't mine. It was Harry's.

Shit,I had somehow gotten a key to Harry's room , or gotten his stuff. I ring customer service, but they are closed. I call Paul, Niall,Zayn,and Liam. They, of course, all have their phones off. We made this a customary thing so that we could all forget everything for a while --whether we were sleeping or on a night on the town. Everyone decided to sleep and go out tomorrow , except for one person . I'll give you one guess who that was ...

Harry's POV:

The streets of New York City have this sort of hidden poetry in them that I can't even begin to describe. Then again , there are clubs , which happen to lack poetry, but definitely not pleasure.

As soon as the usher sees who I am, he lets me in and calls someone to show me to the VIP terris. I order a bottle of their most expensive vodka and a couple dozen shot glasses. Before I know it , I couldn't tell you what my middle name is and some girl is grinding up against me . Just as I am about to invite back to the hotel, her friends come back and drag her away. I look at my phone , fuck! It's 3am. I should really get back to the hotel.

I stumble out of the club. I suddenly feel nauseous and violently vomit on the sidewalk. It doesn't even phase me anymore, this is second nature. I hail a taxi, Paul doesn't exactly know I'm out ... I unlock my phone and open my notes for the name of the hotel.

When I get there I manage to sneak in , as everyone in the hotel seems to be alseep. I pull my room key out of my back pocket. 519. I ride the elevator to the fifth floor and scan the hallway . 513, 515,517, ah 519. I slide my key into the slit and open the door. As I open the door I throw my stuff down on the bed . What the hell? Why is my suitcase open? Did some fan break in? There seems to be no one else in the room so I strip down and open the bathroom door to take a shower.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I yell in astonishment .

There is Louis in barely a towel, it looks like he had just gotten out of the shower.

He sits there for a minute in pure terror " I uh the key... mixed up... same .,and I rung... closed ... asleep.. needed ..." He manages to mutter out .

I move closer to him . His hair is all wet and matted down to his forehead. His muscular, lean body is desperately covered in a small towel that is failing at its job as it slides down a little . I get closer and closer , until, I don't know why, I connect our lips .