I feel bad for not getting it out sooner. Enjoy 🙂 (this isn’t edited so there might be some stupid mistakes, oops)
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“But Haz, what if no one has shown up at the stadium to get everything ready. Nobody has been paid, nobody knows what the fuck is going on since we came out because we haven’t made any statements and we don’t have a management team anymore” Louis rushed out, anxiety creeping up on him at the thought of letting down the fans.
“Lou you need to calm down. We’ll figure it out when we get there, just like we always do. Worst comes to worst we can just make a few calls and we will have a team right there to help us out. We can pay them ourselves, you’ve got nothing to get worked up over love” Harry said softly as he caressed Louis cheek, the man laying in his lap as he ranted about all the things that could possibly go wrong.
“I know, you’re right. I just can’t help but worry about these things because I’m scared of letting the fans down. I don’t wanna have to cancel another show just because management got exposed, it’s not like that’s their faults” Louis replied with a heavy sigh, tightening his grip on Harrys t shirt that smelled like his usual cologne.
“I’m sure they would understand anyway, even then we would just re schedule the show, it’s not a big deal. Now, stop moping about this because I have something better in mind to do” Harry said as he patted Louis head to gesture for him to sit up.
“And what’s that then dear Harold?” Louis asked sarcastically, sitting up from Harrys lap.
“We need to check our socials. I’ve been meaning to do it since the brits” Harry said with a cheeky smile, grabbing his phone from his back pocket.
“Oh shit. Are you not at least a little scared of the responses? Cause I’m not being funny, but I’m shitting myself right now” Louis whined, his eyes wide as he watched harry log into his accounts.
“Not really no. I got over that shit a long time ago, and if people disagree with my love for you, then fuck them” Harry replied with a shrug, causing Louis to shake his head with a smile.
“Well, you’re certainly not the lad who cried on tv because of hate anymore, are you?” Louis stated proudly, loving his boyfriends new self confidence.
“Nope, I couldn’t care less what they think of me anymore. The only opinions that matter are my family’s, the lads, and yours” Harry said as he looked up from his phone, planting a chaste kiss on Louis lips before going back to logging in.
“Also, don’t be scared lou. You know that tons of people support you and they out weigh the couple homophobic pricks out there who can’t grasp the fact that love is love. And I love you, nothing could ever change that” Harry continued honestly.
“I love you more, thank you” Louis replied with a huge smile splitting across his face, taking Harrys hand into his own and squeezing lightly.
“Not possible. I love you more than, um, oxygen, yeah, oxygen” Harry argued with a cute furrow to his brow, practically making Louis melt on the spot at how adorable he was.
“Sorry to say this, but you can’t live without oxygen Harry” Louis teased with a laugh, only to get shoved slightly by harry as he pouted.
“But I can’t live without you either” Harry said with a grin, pulling his boyfriend in for another kiss.
“You cheesy fuck” Louis replied jokingly after he broke away from the kiss. “Now, what have people been saying?” He asked, peering over at Harry’s phone.
“Holy shit, it’s fucking everywhere. The hashtag ‘we support Larry” is trending on twitter, along with ‘we knew it’ and the blue and green hearts. I knew they would support us, i fucking knew it” Harry exclaimed with a huge grin, pulling Louis in for a bone crushing hug.
“Seriously? Fucking hell, that’s great. God i’d love to see Simons reaction to this” Louis replied with a laugh into Harrys neck, the action vibrating against the mans skin.
“He’d have to eat up all the words he fucking spilled in the past. Bet he regrets it all now” Harry said with a smug look, scrolling through the millions of tweets.
“Wait- oh my god, hashtag ‘shitty Simon’ is trending. That’s fucking gold” Louis pointed out, howling with laughter as he rolled onto his back, harry looking down at him as he laughed along, eyes watering as he tried to steady his breathing.
“I might actually print this out and send it to him” Harry said, clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh.
“Better yet, hand them out as flyers at the concert tonight” Louis replied as he gasped for breath, by now both their sides were in pain from the laughing fit.
“Oi, what’re youse bloody laughing about, we can hear you from the kitchen” Niall said as he poked his head around their bunk bed cautiously, not knowing what to expect.
“Just- fucking look- at this. It’s priceless” Louis replied, throwing the phone to Niall which he nearly missed.
“Wha- Holy fuck, I mean, he deserves it. But that’s honestly the best thing I’ve read all day” Niall said as his eyes widened at the phone, a grin spreading onto his face.
“Too right he deserves it, now he’s got a taste of his own medicine” Harry replied without thinking, only understanding the slight pun when the two lads went silent.
“Oh for fucks sake, I did not mean it like that! Just because I wrote a song where medicine is a metaphor for cum, does not mean it has to apply to everything, especially that!” Harry said with a groan, hiding his face in his hands as the boys broke out into more laughter.
“You sure Harold? You did come up with the metaphor” Niall teased, only to be swatted in the arm by an embarrassed harry.
“go fuck yourself nialler” Harry mumbled with a pout.
“Oh what, like Simon does?” Niall quipped back with a smirk, now having a pillow thrown at his head rather harshly.
“Hey, what you do that for?” Niall exclaimed, rubbing a hand through his thoroughly messed up hair to try and tame it.
“You bloody know what for, now leave” Harry replied with a cheeky grin, gesturing for him to leave sassily with a wave of his hand.
“But rude don’t ya think?” Louis asked sarcastically, smirking at harry who was flushed in the face.
“Not really no” harry said with a shrug, Niall now walking back to the kitchen.
“Hey, look, they support Liam and Zayn as well” Louis suddenly pointed out, looking down at the phone in his hand.
“I’m glad, they really are the best fans” Harry said with a smile.
“Yeah, they are. Anyway, I think we’re nearly at the airport” Louis replied, pointing out the window to see they were turning into the large car park.
“Thank god, I’m sick of this stuffy bus” Harry said with a sigh, wishing the windows would open properly instead of just using air con all the time.
“Same, maybe we’ll get a better bus in Ireland?” Louis questioned, more to himself than anyone else.
“Probably, But we need to get our shit together before we leave, so get your lazy ass up” Harry stated, smacking Louis on the bum for emphasis with a smirk as Louis squeaked like a girl before flushing red.
“Oi, my ass is delectable thank you very much” Louis said as he crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side.
“That it is” Harry replied with a nod, smirking as he began to pack his things. Louis stayed seated as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.
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The flight was short and the lads spent the time they had catching up on sleep before the show tonight. God knows they needed it.
“Thank god the bus is better” Zayn said as they stepped inside with their luggage, needing to head straight to the stadium.
“Knew it would be” Harry muttered, a smile on his face as he saw the windows could open and there was more space in the bunks.
“Well, there’s no point setting up my bunk, I always end up sleeping in yours anyway” Louis said with a wink as he dumped his luggage beside Harrys as the taller man shook his head fondly.
“Hm, and what if I don’t want to share a bed with you?” Harry asked cheekily, leaning against the bunk with a smirk.
“Oh please hazza, you’d be dragging me back into your bed with in five seconds if I even attempted to sleep in my own bunk. Don’t get too proud of yourself” Louis sassed back, a hand resting on his hip.
“You wanna bet?” Harry questioned with a tilt of his head.
“Neither if you can win bets, just saying!” Niall shouted from the back of the bus, referring to the time they were betted not to talk to each other for 24 hours.
“Shut it niall!” Both harry and louis shouted at the same time, laughing slightly afterwards.
“So, What do you say? Think you can actually stay away from me for one night?” Harry asked cockily, looking smug as ever.
“Your on styles” Louis agreed with a smirk, shoving his hand out towards harry to shake.
Harry took his hand and pulled him in roughly, so their chests were pressed together, Harrys breath on Louis’ ear.
“Your gonna lose, and when you do you owe me” Harry whispered huskily, causing shivers to run down Louis’ spine.
“Owe you what?” Louis asked hesitantly.
“I’ll decide when we get there” Harry answered with a grin.
“And what if I win? What if you come crawling into my bed?” Louis asked, his confidence returning again.
“Then same goes, I’ll owe you something” harry said with a shrug. “But that won’t be happening” he added before turning away to the kitchen.
“Fuck sake” Louis muttered before angrily shoving his luggage by his own bunk bed, sighing at the thought of the stupid bet.
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As they walked into the stadium it was eerily silent. Nobody could be seen rushing around like usual, there were no sound checks and the stage hadn’t been set up.
“Fuck, they really didn’t show up” Liam said in disbelief, shaking his head in shock.
“I thought they would at least have the decency to call us, you know, to maybe tell us they either wanted a pay check or for us to fucking find another team!” Louis exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.
“Shit, right I’ll call the team I’ve worked with here before, see if they have time to come down right now” Niall said as he hurried to get his phone out.
The lads were just glad Niall was from Ireland and had many connections here, otherwise they would be fucked right now.
As Niall walked away to take his phone call, a few voices were heard from another stage opening. Soon enough, the vibrant coloured hair of Louise could be seen, along with a few members of her hair and makeup team. They all seemed to be stressed out and rather confused.
“Oh my god, thank fuck Your here. What the hell is going on? We thought the show was cancelled or something, why is nobody here?” Louise exclaimed as she rushed over to them, looking even more stressed than the lads did.
“They haven’t been paid because we’re now out of a management team, so they haven’t shown up. Niall’s making a phone call now to see if we can get some help up here” Harry explained with a heavy sigh.
“I can’t get over this shit. Your bloody concert is in less than three hours and the stage hasn’t even been set up yet, never mind sound check and lighting. If fans begin lining up out there, which they will in about an hour, then there will be no one to manage them all. We don’t have the barricades set up and there’s nobody on the entrance check in. How the hell are you gonna pull this one off?” Louise ranted, not helping the situation at all.
“Louise, love, you know we love you, really. But can you please stop listing all the shit that could go wrong, it’s not exactly doing anything to help the situation is it?” Louis sassed, earning a slap to the arm from Harry.
“Lou she’s only worried for us, don’t be so harsh” Harry said with a look of disappointment.
“No, harry he’s right, I shouldn’t be saying all this shit, I should be helping you guys. I’m sorry Louis, now, what can I do to help?” Louise apologised with a soft tone.
“Well, do you have any suggestions for managing the fans, I didn’t even think about that until you brought it up” Louis asked.
“Um, I guess you could tweet something out, but there’s no guarantee that everyone attending the concert will see it” Louise suggested with a shrug.
“I guess, I mean it’s the best and only idea we have so far so we may as well. We could ask them to show up an hour later than they were planning?” Harry said as he took out his phone, ready to type out a tweet.
“Yeah that should do it, we need all the time we can get” Liam agreed, harry nodded and began to write out his tweet.
“Lads, thankfully the team I worked with here last have an opening free and can be here in twenty minutes” Niall said with a proud smile on his face, running over to them.
“Thank fuck, thanks Nailler” Zayn said as he ruffled his hair lightly.
“I’ve sent the tweet, I just hope the majority of them see it” Harry suddenly said as he pocketed his phone with shaky hands.
“Well, I guess all we can do now it wait” Louis said before they all walked to the dressing room with Louise, silently praying that no more problems would arise.
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Author notes:
This chapter isn’t edited so if there’s any mistakes I’m sorry lol.
Sorry again for the late update, it was meant to be out yesterday but I got too tired when writing it, so I hope you enjoyed it either way.
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Love you all xxx
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