everything // LarryStylinson

5. Louis

Liam and Niall climb in the back of the van, leaving Harry and I to sit in the middle row.

I get in first, then I watch Harry attempt to climb in.

This kid is such a goof, poor guy's knees are literally on his chest.

"Harry, that can't be comfortable, love." I comment, putting one hand on his knee.

"I'm good Lou, really," He replies with a smile, grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

I know damn fucking well he just wants to be close to me.

This is one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. He is so sweet, innocent, and thoughtful.

He catches me staring at him, and he leans in to kiss my forehead. I feel my heart flutter at his small, loving action.

The rest of the ride is pretty quiet, no one is really in the mood for tonight. Don't get me wrong, We love James. We have been doing a lot the last few days, so when we thought we had the day to do nothing we were really looking forward to it.

"Alright guys, we're gonna go ahead and drop you off to the dressing room through the back entrance. They are going to use the carpool karaoke clip you filmed last month, so you have less to do tonight. You all came dressed and ready, so you have a little bit to relax once we drop you off. Chris will be there to tell you more specifics." The driver, whose name I think is Kyle, tells us while pulling up to the back of the building.

"Fantastic. Chris, what a guy." Niall comments with an eye roll, earning a laugh from Harry, Liam and I.

The car stops and I watch Harry untangle himself to get out. He goes to stick his hand out for me, but then quickly brings it up to pull at his hair, and steps to the side.

My heart breaks a little. He has the kindest soul, and he has to mask it in public. Our management sucks total dick. Homophobic fucks.

Someone from James' staff escorts us into the dressing room, where none other than Chris the cock-sucking-son-of-a-bitch is standing, looking douchey as ever.

Sorry, really not a fan of the guy.

"Hello, boys. Couple things we need to go over, have a seat in your designated chairs please," Chris gestures around the room at the styling stations, each accompanied by a chair with our last names on them.

Naturally, per usual, Harry and I couldn't be further from each other. We sit down and watch him expectantly.

I look across the room at Harry, whose staring down at his feet. His bottom lip is between his teeth, fiddling with his hands like he always does when he's on edge. In any other situation, I'd grab his large hand and give it squeeze to ease him. It physically hurts me that I can't do anything right now.

"Alright, first you have the interview portion. You all will sit on the couch, and James will take the chair. Harry and Louis on opposite sides, for obvious reasons. No jokes, no innuendos, no bullshit. Got it?" Chris directs this last part at Harry and I.

We both nod in response.

"Okay, great. Also, you will be playing tattoo roulette. One of you is going to leave here with some new ink. James will explain during the interview. Have fun guys," Chris concludes his speech and leaves the room.

I look back over to Harry, who happened to be staring back at me. He breaks the eye contact and pulls out his phone, holding it ridiculously close to his face.

I've told him countless times to get his eyes looked at.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

One New Message
From: Harry
I love you Lou. x H

It's really hard to not show affection towards the person you love the most. I type a response and hit send, then slide my phone back into my pocket.

I love you Harry. x Louis

"Alright guys, they want you out there now." Chris sticks his head in the door and gestures for us to come out.

So much for relaxing...

"One Direction everybody!" James introduces us, greeting us individually.

Per cock-sucking-Chris' request, I take the seat farthest from Harry.

James begins asking questions about the tour, summertime ball tomorrow, and other shit that I'm not really paying attention to. I've been watching Harry instead. His shirt buttoned super low, exposing his chest tattoos. His hair long, flowing, looking amazing.

For real, how in the hell did I get so lucky?

"Now, there is something that I have to ask you about. The reason I have to ask you about it, is because I have received so many tweets from your fans about this, that I fear if I don't ask about it, they might kill me." James states, pausing for the crowd to laugh.

I'm really hoping he isn't going to ask about Harry and I... Denying it in public is probably the hardest thing about our relationship.

"I want to talk to you about your song, No Control,"

The audience applauses the idea.

Liam and Niall shoot me a knowing glance. I wrote this song, obviously about Harry...

"Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun. I can't contain this anymore, I'm all yours. I've got no control, no control," James recites the lyrics, smirking at Harry then me.

I feel Harry's eyes on me, I meet his gaze and laugh nervously, earning laughs from Liam and Niall.

"Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious, I just can't get enough of you. The pedal's down my eyes closed, no control," James pauses for effect, then continues, "Taste on my tongue, I don't want to wash away the night before. In the heat, where you lay, I could stay right here and burn in it all day what's this song about guys?" James finishes, causing Niall to erupt in laughter.

"Well, you definitely made it sound like the sleaziest song of all time! We wanted an upbeat tempo.." I manage to say in between laughs, looking between Niall and James.

James knows damn well what he's doing. Last time we were on the show, he walked in on Harry and I making out in one of the bathrooms... He is one of the only outside people who know about us. Management doesn't know that he knows.

"Well, did you wake up one day, look down and go 'Wow, that's an idea for a song'" James replies, causing everyone within hearing distance to laugh hysterically.

"Alright guys, we will be right back, coming up we're going to play tattoo roulette!" James ends the segment, and the cameras cut for commercial.