Habit // l.s

2. Feelings

"Louis...?" Yelled a muffled voice from outside the small boys room.

Louis groaned, throwing his pillow over his head. He was still burning with shame and embarrassment. There was no way he could do a show with Harry on stage! No way. He'd rather die than face the curly headed boy again.

"LOUIS!" This time the shout was loud, forceful. Louis immediately recognized the voice. It was Zayn.

Louis sighed as he shamefully made his way to let the yelling boy outside his door.

"What?" Louis said as he cracked the door open.

"Damnit Louis!" Zayn shouted as he pushed his way into the older boys room.

"We've been calling you! We're gonna be late to sound check!"

Zayn's tone frightened Louis. He sounded furious. Zayn never got this angry at anything.

Louis grabbed his phone from his pocket to see 8 missed calls from Liam and 3 from Niall. "Right..." Louis said sheepishly. "I don't- I don't think I'm gonna make it."

Zayn's eyes became full with confusion.

"What..?"

Louis stared at Zayn for a moment before saying, "I just- I'm feeling sick and I don't-"

"You're joking." Zayn said with a blank stare. "You are joking...right?"

"Well-" Louis was cut off by Zayn pacing out the door, then turning around just to get in the older boys face.

"Get your ass out to the car."

Louis stood his ground.

"NOW!"

Louis jumped at the volume of Zayn's voice, and then decided it would be best to do as he said. He didn't want to see how much more angry Zayn could get.

As the two boys made their way to the car, a thought permeated in Louis mind; he was going to see Harry. He had to FACE Harry.

With every step closer to the car, Louis became more of a nervous, embarrassed wreck.

Zayn and Louis turned a corner and there it was. The car Louis dreaded to enter.

As they got closer, Louis saw that Niall was sitting by the left window, Liam in the middle, and Harry on the right side with an empty seat right next to him.

Louis practically sprinted to the shotgun seat next to their security guard, who was driving.

Zayn sighed as the older boy jumped into the front seat, leaving him to be squished between Harry and the window.

Once all the boys were in the car, Liam spoke.

"Lou, what the hell took so long?"

Before he could answer, Niall chimed in.

"He was probably standing in front of a mirror, perfecting his look." The blonde boy began making kissy duck faces at Louis.

"How could I perfect my face when it's already perfect?" Louis asked playfully, trying to ignore the fact that he was still burning with embarrassment.

Zayn, Niall, and Liam all giggled at Louis' joke. Harry however, stayed silent.

After about twenty minutes of fart jokes, the boys had arrived at the venue for sound check.

They shuffled out of the black van and made their way inside.

Louis was walking significantly faster than the four boys, trying his best to avoid Harry. But the younger boy kept trying to catch up with Louis.