"I'm just like you"

3

Eleanor was shaking her hand in front of his face, saying with an impatient tone "Louis! Are you listening?". Louis nodded, lying. He had been thinking about Harry for the past week and Eleanor and his friends had noticed something was off. "What is happening to you?" she asked, looking him in the face. Louis looked down. "I-I don't know. I met-" he paused. Did he really want to tell El about any of that? "I met...Simon and...he, uhm..." "He told you to hurry, didn't he?" Eleanor finished for him. Louis nodded. "Yeah and I think he's right, I haven't already wrote anything" he said, and it wasn't a lie. He had some ideas that came from Harry and he wasn't sure whether to write them or not. "I want to write you a song" he said, to distract Eleanor "and I still haven't got ideas" "Aw, don't worry LouLou, they'll come" Eleanor replied immediately, pecking his lips. "Now I have to go" she then said, and left Louis' apartment.

It was very early in the morning and Louis was walking though the streets of London, relaxing a bit before his trip: he would have gone to LA for a concert and to meet the representatives of a charity found he was promoting lately. He was thinking, as usual, at Harry. He couldn't forget the butterflies in his stomach every time he'd call him 'babe' or he'd touch his skin or when his eyes had met his. He wanted to meet him again, even if just to close the situation. Suddenly, he heard a chuckle and his heart skipped a beat: he had recognised it, it was Harry's. He turned and saw Harry behind him, talking with a blonde girl, at the entrance of a shop. Louis felt a pain in his chest and turned to leave, but Harry noticed him and, kissing the girl on the cheek, he ran to join him. "Loueh" he said, with a strange accent. Louis turned and sighed. "Harry, what do you want from me?" he asked. "Do you prefer me calling you Louis with your British accent or with mine? I think Loueh is much better" Harry affirmed, ignoring his question. Louis would never admit it, but Harry's pronounce of his name made his head dizzy and his heart race. "I asked you a question" he said, briskly. Harry opened his eyes wide. "So you're gonna tell me you weren't wandering around hoping you'd meet me? Loueh, can we promise each other something? Let's be honest with each other, okay?" Harry said. Louis breath fastened. How could Harry know everything he though? "I met you just once, I wasn't thinking about you" he lied. Harry chuckled again. "Okay, so honesty isn't something you deal with every day, I see. Well, I have to go now...I'm gonna leave in half an hour" Harry said, turning to walk away. "Don't go!" Louis let slip out, then he covered his mouth with his hands. Harry turned again and chuckled. "So, we have finally agreed to be honest? Amazing!" he said. Louis nodded, blushing. "Who-who was that girl you were-talking with?" he asked. If Harry wanted him to be honest, he wanted Harry to be it with him, too. "Loueh, are you jealous by any case? I wasn't talking with that girl, I was flirting with her" he answered bluntly. Louis' cheeks turned red. "I am not jealous" he lied "I just wanted to know if she is one of your victims too." He felt a hurtful twinge in his chest, admitting he wasn't the only one for him. But Harry laughed. "Loueh, don't worry: you are and will always be my only and favourite prey" he said. Louis knew he had to be worried, but he couldn't deny this last thing had made him happier. Then he watched his clock. "I-I have to go" he said, wearily. He didn't really want to leave him, but he knew Eleanor and Simon would have been looking for him in little time. "Of course" Harry said, making a weird bow and letting him go. Louis didn't turn: he didn't see that Harry looked at him all way until the corner.

"Louis, at the show you'll have to thank the charity found and then sing Miss You, Always You, Habit, Fearless and Back To You. Then you hug some fans, sign some autographs and that's it" Simon explained, on the airplane. Louis nodded. "I'd like to spend some time with my fans" he said. Simon sighed. "Well, if you insist...I'll try to find some time between the visit at the found and the departure." Louis nodded, happy. He loved his fans: they were the only thing that helped him feel better when he felt everything sucked. 

They arrived at 6pm and they heard some paps shouting over the noise of the engines "Today, 14th December, Louis Tomlinson has come to LA!" Eleanor giggled and Louis sighed, holding her hand and letting Simon and then the security guards passing before him. Then he and Eleanor got out of the airplane and a crowd, of paps, but mostly fans, was waiting for him. 

"Louis, what do you feel being here in LA?" "You brought Eleanor because your relationship is strong?" "What is the next album?" Louis scoffed: this pap sounded a lot like Simon. Eleanor was gently smiling at everyone and Louis tried to escape paps to arrive at the fans. "Louis" they were shouting, fighting to touch him and to get a pic with him. Louis smiled and shouted "I'll spend some time with fans tomorrow afternoon under my hotel" he let, 'accidentally', slip out, and fans started screaming even more wildly. Louis chuckled and took Eleanor out of that mess, before getting in the car and going to his luxurious hotel.

He and Eleanor shared a great room with two baths (one with a shower, the other with a bathtub) and an enormous window. Louis went over at it and saw a very large number of people, mostly girls, with signs, shirts and phones with Louis' face on it. It actually was a bit creepy sometimes. Eleanor looked out with him and chuckled. "Looks like many girls would like to marry you" she said. "They don't know my heart has already been taken" he answered, and Eleanor giggled and kissed him gently. Louis had carefully avoided saying words like 'marriage', 'girl' and 'you' because he wasn't so sure the person who had taken his heart wasn't Harry.