KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

OBSESSED

The next day is a busy day for Louis and his band: Waking up early, going to the gym, vocal training, a photo shooting. About one hour later, Harry still hasn't arrived and Louis wonders where he is. After playing some table tennis with Niall and Zayn, the guys get dressed for the show. "Where is Harry?" Zayn asks Louis as they're getting their make-up done.

"He wanted to come and see the show, I don't know. He should have been here by now."

"He wouldn't miss the opportunity to come to a show."

"Yeah, I know."

"He's obsessed with your voice."

"Zayn! Come on, don't say shit like that. He's not."

Zayn laughs. "Sure, he is, more than anything. Ask him. It's not a secret, everyone around knows that."

"Everyone knows that. Are you drunk?"

"I'm not. It's true!"

"Prove it to me."

"Okay," Zayn nods. "Jamila? Can I ask you a question?"

The woman stops fumbling with the clothes she is about to put on hangers and turns around. "Yeah?"

"On a scale from zero to ten, how obsessed is Harry with Louis' voice?"

"Oh . . . probably twelve."

Louis frowns. "That was arranged. That's no proof."

"No!" Zayn and Jamila say unison.

"Ask someone else. She was in the room. She might have listened to us."

"Good then let's get someone who wasn't in the room."

Louis quickly gets up and calls one of the light guys who's walking down the hallway. "Thomas! Thomas, could you come inside quickly?"

The guy stops walking and frowns. "Yeah? I'm on my way to look for the broken light, I don't have much time. What's up?"

"It won't take long," Louis tells him and drags Thomas into the room.

"Hey Tom," Zayn greets the guy, giving him high five.

"Hey. Louis wanted to show me something."

"No, I wanted to ask you something."

"Well then?"

"Okay so . . . is Harry obsessed with my voice?"

"More than anyone," Thomas tells Louis. "Was that it? I really need to go now."

"Yeah, that was it."

"Thanks guys! Have a good show later!" And then he's gone.

Louis sits down on the chair again. "See?" Zayn tells him. "Everyone knows."

"I mean, he's told me he liked my voice but being obsessed with it is a bit too much, don't you think?"

Zayn shrugs. "Ask him and you'll see. He told me that you weren't happy in the beginning when he wanted to come to the shows but he loved it so much."

"Don't you think you talk a little bit too much about me with him?"

"Well, it was you who treated him like a stranger. He just looked for people who were nice to him and of course he told us how he felt."

Louis sighs. "You're right . . . I wasn't very nice to him."

"You were an asshole, that's what you were."

"I know."

"I hope you will treat him better from now on."

"Yeah, I will. We ev-," Louis says but gets interrupted by a loud and happy "Hello I'm finally back again!" All of a sudden, Harry is standing in the room with a big smile on his face, wrapped in a thick winter jacket. When Louis sees Harry, he gets up from his chair to give him a welcome hug.

"Where were you? What happened?"

"Hey Lou, what a greeting!" Harry smiles as he pats Louis' back. He lets go of Louis and waves to everyone in the room. "Hi!"

Zayn stares at Louis and Harry as if he had seen a ghost. "You're hugging? Like . . . what did I miss?"

"Nothing, stop making a drama out of nothing," Louis says playfully and swats Zayn's arm. Zayn chuckles and swats back.

"My plane was late and the traffic was insane," Harry tells Louis. "I thought I wouldn't be here in time. When is the show going to start today?"

"At seven thirty, as usual," Zayn tells Harry. "You're not that late, quite on point I'd say."

"Oh, I'm so glad. I was really afraid to miss this highlight of my day and," Harry says playfully as he puts both of his hands onto Louis' shoulders, "not being able to hear your beautiful voice tonight."

"Oh please, stop exaggerating, Harold."

"Sleepy, I'm not exaggerating. I love your voice."

Zayn frowns. "Whatever is going on with both of you but you don't only love Louis' voice," Zayn says seriously, "admit that you're obsessed with it."

Harry takes his hands away from Louis' shoulders. "Yeah, kind of."

"See? I told you!" Zayn nearly yells at Louis.

Louis turns toward Harry and frowns. "Stop talking shit."

Harry flushes slightly. "I'm not talking shit. I'm a little embarrassed now but it's true that I'm obsessed with your voice. I love how it sounds, especially when you sing."

"Stop flirting, you two," Zayn laughs while Joyce comes over and gets ready to do Louis' make-up.

"Oh, would you stop that?" Louis fires back. Zayn wiggles his eyebrows and earns another swat from Louis.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little banter but I would like to get Louis ready for the show," Joyce says.

"Okay," Zayn says as he gets up from his chair. "Would you like to play table tennis with me, Harry?"

"Yeah, we can do that."

"Would you mind?" Zayn addresses Louis.

"Yes, go. I don't mind." When Zayn and Harry have left the room, Joyce starts doing Louis' hair and make-up. After that, everyone gets ready for the show and as usual, Harry takes his seat in the VIP arena.