Move Along (Larry Stylinson/Niam Horayne)

Chapter 5: Concert With A Twist

Louis’ POV

Every time I looked at Harry today, something seemed off with him. He looked a little pale all day, and every once in a while I heard him coughing, and it sounded quite painful. I asked him if anything was wrong, but he just shrugged it off saying it was nothing and he was fine. Did I believe him? No.

But I knew Harry though. He was the time of person that pushed away anything that made him weak or sick so no one would notice. Too bad I knew him like the back of my hand and I could figure out when he was sick.

“Li?” I gently knocked on the door of his dressing room.

“Come in.”

I slowly made my way inside, to see Liam and Niall both sitting on the floor, leaning their backs up against the couch. They both smiled and waved at me, Liam patting on the other side of him to come and take a seat. I made my way over there and plopped onto my bum, causing Niall to giggle.

“What’s up LouLou?” Liam ruffled my hair gently as I let out a sigh.

“Nothing, just a little tired,” I faked a smile, not wanting to bring up Harry anymore. If there was something seriously wrong with him, he would of said something. That, and I know Niall is still a little sick, and Harry wouldn’t wanna let people down if they were both sick.

“You look it,” Niall chirped, glancing over Liam’s shoulder to look at me. I nodded slowly, rubbing my eyes. Indeed, I was very tired from staying up until basically five in the morning, but I did have a few extra hours of sleep when I got back to the hotel so I shouldn’t be that bad. I guess I’m just over exaggerating it a little bit.

“You do Lou. When the concerts over I making you get a good nights rest at the hotel.”

Leave it to Daddy Direction to be the stern one.

“Alright. Not gonna argue with sleep,” I smirked. There was suddenly a knock at the dressing room door, and Paul walked in.

“Time to get backstage lads. Concert starts in half an hour.”

“Alright,” Liam stood up, holding out both of his hands to help Niall and I up. I waited for him to help Niall up, then I grabbed his hand and he helped me stand up. I nodded at him, signaling as a thank you, before making my way out of the dressing room.

Before heading backstage, I quickly went to mine and Harry’s dressing room. Yeah that’s right, we don’t care if we share a dressing room; we’re used to sharing everything by now. I walked in, not thinking anyone would be in here, and shut the door behind me.

I turned around and-

“Harry!”

I quickly covered my eyes, seeing an almost nude Harry getting changed.

“Why didn’t you knock Louis!”

“Why didn’t you say something when I just walked in?!”

“Dammit. Uh, gimme a second,” I heard rustling and then a loud bang, followed by and loud ’fuck!’. I couldn’t help but giggle, knowing Harry probably ran into something.

“You alright Hazza?”

“Fine,” he grumbled. I heard him going through his closet, and I slowly peeked through my hands, seeing that Harry now at least had pants on. I dropped my hands, used to seeing Harry shirtless, and leaned against the wall smirking.

I couldn’t help myself as I watched him rack through his closet looking for a shirt. It was completely unfair how toned he was since he barley went to the gym. But he looked so damn good-