Four

Night changes

Louis impatiently pushed his fringe to the side. Stupid hair. He had no desire to grow it but Harry had been talking forever about how he wanted to have long hair but he was too concerned about what people would think to do anything about it. That was when Louis had suggested that they would grow out their hair together.

That was a small sacrifice to help his husband feel good about himself and my God, he loved Harry's hair. He was so fucking sexy with his long curls and he had a hard time containing himself. It gave them a spark in their sex life. Louis went crazy for it.

But Harry wasn't the one he was checking up on right now. Zayn had been distant lately. They were in Paris for the moment and had played an amazing show. Zayn had gone straight to his hotel room afterward. Louis told Harry where he was going and Harry immediately encouraged it. He was also worried about Zayn, they all were.

Louis knocked on Zayn's door. He opened it after a while.
"Hi mate, can I keep you company for a while?" Louis asked.

Zayn shrugged his shoulders but let him inside. He lighted a blunt as soon as the door closed.
"You're getting high?" Louis questioned.

"I need to take the edge off so I can sleep. If you're gonna judge me you know where the door is." Zayn muttered.

"Hey, it's me, your partner in crime." Louis said and waved for him to give him the blunt.

Zayn smirked and handed it over and Louis took a drag. They passed it between them until there was nothing left and Zayn put it out in an ashtray. He leaned back in his chair and stared out the window.
"So what's going on with you?" Louis asked.

Zayn sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
"I don't know how long I can keep doing this." He confessed.

"I know it's a lot but we get to be on a stage and sing." Louis said.

"Yeah, I don't know, that part is starting to get to me too and that's bad. I love to sing! But it's getting harder and harder to perform. Maybe it's the lack of sleep and the pressure we're under. I don't know." Zayn sighed.

"Maybe it's a combination and the fact that you hardly eat. I'm worried about you." Louis said carefully.

Zayn glanced at him.
"It's not like I consciously choose not to. I forget and I'm always stressed out. I don't have the time and I'm not hungry. I try to sleep instead whenever I can. I'm exhausted."

"You need to eat lad. No wonder you're exhausted. You need nutrition, and now I'm starting to sound like Harry." Louis chuckled.

Zayn laughed softly.
"I'll try. So how pissed will your better half be at you when you return high?"

"Well, that also means I will be extra horny so he won't complain in the end." Louis smirked.

"No, no, no. I don't need details man. It's bad enough that we have to listen to you two on the tour bus. You two are the only ones to get to have a regular sex life considering we're touring all the time." Zayn snorted.

"You can always do each other." Louis joked with a grin which made Zayn cackle out loud.

"No!"

"Well, then you're on your own." Louis smirked.

"I'm well aware of that. Why haven't we written a song about sex? I mean, I have but my songs never get to go on our albums." Zayn said.

"What are you talking about? We sing some of your songs as well." Louis protested.

"Is that right Mr. I written 90 percent of our songs and they're all about Harry?" Zayn chuckled.

Louis rolled his eyes.
"I wrote a sex song about Harry on our last album, remember. Come on, let's write another sex song then. You and me, right now."