World Tour
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***Louis Tomlinson***
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 – London, England
We got to the hotel in London for our interview, and went into a large room with a couch where we all sat down. I was next to Harry on one end, with Liam on the arm next to me, Zayn on Harry’s other side, and Niall on the arm next to Zayn. The interviewer sat across from us, and I knew we had immediately charmed her, as we usually did with our female interviewers. As she began asking questions, I started stroking the microphone that was between my legs, glancing sideways at Harry to see if he noticed. He pursed his lips and his cheeks reddened, but he was smiling, trying not to laugh. I spent the entire interview doing suggestive things like that – which was normal for me, but only Harry knew they were directed at him. The other guys ignored it like they always did.
After the interview, I felt my stomach fill up with butterflies – massive, man eating butterflies. We were going to do this. We were going to tell our best friends that their two band mates who they had trusted had been seeing each other behind their backs while they had been thinking we were straight and just really good friends this whole time. I wanted to throw up.
“Harry,” I grabbed his shoulder as he walked out of the interview room, the other three already making their way down the hallway back to the lobby of the hotel.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. “You look pale.”
“I can’t do it,” I told him, looking into his eyes.
“Okay,” he nodded, understanding without me having to say another word.
“You’re okay with that?” I asked.
“Of course, Lou. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“I just – I can’t lie to them, but I can’t tell them the truth, either.”
“Give it time,” he soothed, smiling comfortingly.
“Thanks, Curly,” I smiled, and had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but I held back, knowing there were too many people around.
Once we were back at our house, I was glad we still had some alcohol left over from the night before. I was starting to get nervous about giving Harry his birthday present – I’d never done that before. I hadn’t been nervous at his party because, well, I’d been drunk, and I always had more courage when I drank. So I cracked open a beer while he cooked dinner – I didn’t know how to cook, so I did the dishes as our trade off. We ate and played some video games, then decided to get ready for bed, acting completely casual, like nothing was about to happen. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, wanting to make sure my breath was fresh. Once I was ready, I went into Harry’s room. He was laying on his bed, reading a book which he immediately set down when he saw me.
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 – London, England
We got to the hotel in London for our interview, and went into a large room with a couch where we all sat down. I was next to Harry on one end, with Liam on the arm next to me, Zayn on Harry’s other side, and Niall on the arm next to Zayn. The interviewer sat across from us, and I knew we had immediately charmed her, as we usually did with our female interviewers. As she began asking questions, I started stroking the microphone that was between my legs, glancing sideways at Harry to see if he noticed. He pursed his lips and his cheeks reddened, but he was smiling, trying not to laugh. I spent the entire interview doing suggestive things like that – which was normal for me, but only Harry knew they were directed at him. The other guys ignored it like they always did.
After the interview, I felt my stomach fill up with butterflies – massive, man eating butterflies. We were going to do this. We were going to tell our best friends that their two band mates who they had trusted had been seeing each other behind their backs while they had been thinking we were straight and just really good friends this whole time. I wanted to throw up.
“Harry,” I grabbed his shoulder as he walked out of the interview room, the other three already making their way down the hallway back to the lobby of the hotel.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. “You look pale.”
“I can’t do it,” I told him, looking into his eyes.
“Okay,” he nodded, understanding without me having to say another word.
“You’re okay with that?” I asked.
“Of course, Lou. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“I just – I can’t lie to them, but I can’t tell them the truth, either.”
“Give it time,” he soothed, smiling comfortingly.
“Thanks, Curly,” I smiled, and had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but I held back, knowing there were too many people around.
Once we were back at our house, I was glad we still had some alcohol left over from the night before. I was starting to get nervous about giving Harry his birthday present – I’d never done that before. I hadn’t been nervous at his party because, well, I’d been drunk, and I always had more courage when I drank. So I cracked open a beer while he cooked dinner – I didn’t know how to cook, so I did the dishes as our trade off. We ate and played some video games, then decided to get ready for bed, acting completely casual, like nothing was about to happen. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, wanting to make sure my breath was fresh. Once I was ready, I went into Harry’s room. He was laying on his bed, reading a book which he immediately set down when he saw me.
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