just one touch

Five.

Previously:

"I'm not Jamie! I'm James!" he whines.
I sink into the couch next to him and ignore it. Finally, he decides on Star Trek, the one with Chris Pine. I settle in next to him and prepare for the lines I've heard a thousand times.

Niall:

"What did you guys say? I couldn't hear you." Liam shouts into the microphone. You can barely hear him over the screams of the fans.

Behind Liam, Harry and Zayn are wrestling dangerously close to the stairs. I walk quickly towards them because if they move one inch, they're gonna end up with a big gash in their pretty heads. Before I can reach them, Harry pops up. He offers his hand to Zayn and pulls him up.

They stroll towards me, Harry giving me this lazy grin he's perfected. Zayn is laughing at something Louis said in his ear.

"What do you think about all this mate? Liking this crowd?" Harry muses out loud. Secretly, the crowds haven't gotten to me like they normally do. I haven't let myself think about this too closely so I let a lie slip out.

"Yeah, they're crazy loud!" I smile. There, that should fix it. Harry just looks at me and I know he knows I'm lying. Luckily, he doesn't call me out on it.

"Thank you a million for tonight! We've had so much fun and I'm hoping you had fun too?" Harry says into his mic. The fans respond with this deafening scream which we've all grown accustomed to. We make our way off the stage and into the backroom of the stage.

Paul corrals us into the van and tells us that our next stop is in Edmond, then Tulsa, Oklahoma. Both being on separate days. Where is that place even at on the map? I go to my bed and strip down to my boxers and jump into my bed. This is where all the heavy thinking comes into play.

Harry and I are the only lads without girlfriends. The media is constantly trying to pin us with whatever female we are standing with. The latest one has been some model I met at a coffee shop. I don't even know her name but the magazines played it up like we planned "a cozy rendezvous".

I guess I'm just a little lonely. I mean, who wouldn't be? Harry seems content to be single. I'm not. I feel my eyes getting heavy so I snuggle under my quilt my mum got me and let sleep claim me.

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