everything // LarryStylinson

1. Louis

In two days we are performing at Wembley Stadium for the summertime ball. I think it's going to be a really great time.

We are currently on the bus, driving to some hotel to stay at until we fly to London for the show. It's around 2:50am, and Liam and I have been talking for the entire ride so far.

"I think we'll be there pretty soon actually, You wanna wake up Harry and I'll get Niall?" Liam questions as he tracks our route to the hotel.

"Yeah, how far out are we?" I ask while standing up off the bus couch.

"About 15," Liam responds and we head towards the rest area in the back.

I check my bed first, Harry usually sleeps in mine with me. When I notice he's not in there I check his. He's laid on his stomach, gray sweats and no shirt. His long curly hair flowing behind him. Absolutely stunning.

It blows me away how beautiful and innocent he is, while simultaneously looking hot as fucking shit. It is really hard to keep it together sometimes...

"Hey, we're almost there," I run my hand gently through his hair and his eyes flutter open. After a moment he sits up, muscles contracting with every move.

Truly an incredible sight.

"Alright, thanks." Harry responds in a short tone while moving past me and getting up to gather his stuff.

"You good?" I confusedly ask him, his back still turned to me. Normally he is the sweetest fucking person on this earth, but right now he's being kind of a fuck head... Especially since I woke him up so sweetly.

He continues to ignore me, puts headphones in and sits at the front of the bus.

"Liam!" I gesture for him to come back here.

"Yeah?" He casually replies after he's made his way back to the rest area, where I've been standing since Harry rudely dismissed me.

"Harry's like, mad at me or some shit. You happen know what the fuck I did or what he's pissed over?" I whisper yell to show my anger, but I also keep a low voice so Harry doesn't here me talking shit.

"What? No, I haven't really spoken to him much today. I can try though. If he doesn't open up to me I'll get Niall involved." Liam devises a plan to figure out what in fucks name is going on.

"Thanks, I tried talking to him and he straight up ignored me," I somberly respond with a sigh.

"That is pretty atypical. He worships you." Liam stated with a shrug, then walked away to gather his stuff.

The bus slows to a stop and I can see we have arrived. Before we are let off, Paul hops on to tell us our arrangements.

"You four will be sharing two connecting double suits. So each suite has a kitchen, two bedrooms and one and a half baths. In between the suites is a communal area where you can relax, hang out, whatever. Liam and Niall, you two are in suite 788, so you two are in suite 789." Paul concludes his speech directed at Harry and I.

We stand up to make our way off the bus. surprisingly, there weren't any fans or paps. It was really nice to be able to just get into our hotel like normal people.

"I guess Niall and I are in this one," Liam nods towards door 788 while Niall opens it with the key.

"Oh hell yeah, rooms nice!" Niall celebrates and Liam follows him in.

At some point, Harry took out his headphones because they aren't in his little ears anymore. Without looking in my direction at all, he opens the door and puts the stopper down. Careful to leave it open for me.

Okay, so he clearly doesn't hate me or he would've dropped the door on me.

"Harry," I call out to him, earning no reaction.

"HARRY. WHAT THE FUCK!" I try a little louder, but he just goes into one of the bedrooms and slams the door.

My heart physically hurts. We always sleep together. It's not even about sex. Ever since X factor he's always slept with me in my bed. Sure we've had arguments like everyone else, but we never go to bed without saying "I love you."

I leave our suite and bust into Niall and Liam's with tears in my eyes and shaky hands.

"Guys, He won't even look at me. He held the door for me though, but he wont even look my way." I declare in a rushed, panicked voice.

"Woah, what'd you do Louis?" Niall questioned with a concerned tone.

"I have no idea really," I sigh as I pour myself a drink from the minibar.

"I'm gonna go check that shit out," Niall hopes up from his seat and strides into Harry and I's suite.

"It's gonna work out Louis. He loves you we know that." Liam attempts to reassure me.

"He's acting so off. It's not like him. I'm sorry to drag you into this." I follow up my apology with a shot of tito's.

"Don't be. We care about him too, just not in the same way," Liam laughs.

"It'll be nice to have the day off tomorrow. Although I think I'm just going to chill all day." Liam adds after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, me too. Not really trying to have a lot going on tomorrow either," I reply.

Niall comes back into the room, eyebrows raised and lets out a breath.

"Louis, Not sure what you said but he's really upset." Niall breaks the silence, then proceeds to pour a drink.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about, Niall. I never said anything to hurt him!" I exclaim, frustration laced in my voice.

"He mentioned a text message... Did you drunk text him or something?" Niall carefully spoke, as not to upset me.

I grab for my phone and read through my messages. I can't find any with Harry.

"Guys, my messages from Harry are gone." I say after a moment of fumbling through my phone.

After a second, I come up with an idea.

"Liam, bust open that laptop."
I demand and he immediately grabs his computer from his backpack.

"Here mate, what for?" He curiously asked while I log in to my service provider.

"I'm gonna request a complete call/text history record." I rush out, fumbling with the keyboard.