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Harry started noticing a pattern in Louis and himself. Every time they stopped for an interview, Harry would flirt with the interviewer like the big oaf he was (it was only natural) , then Louis would suddenly turn sour and throw snarky belligerent words around that were sure to leave a dent in the persons self esteem. Or never want the big famous boy band on their show again. Either of the two.
Louis didn't seem to regain his proper self until Harry gave him his full attention. Which was totally understandable considering they were basically connected by the hip,
but as Harry was the only one to catch it, Louis didn't looked displeased that he wasn't getting any attention but at the fact that Harry may like one of the interviewers more than Louis.
It was the thing that confused Harry the most and he decided not to divulge into too much.
But that didn't stop him from remembering, there was a specific one that he could remember perfectly, it was with his current friend Nick Grimshaw. Thinking of it always made his heart go in overdrive.
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It was a sunny day in Manchester where they had to be stopped for one last interview before they all got back to their respectful homes and could sleep out the tiredness. They were a bit jet lagged considering they had to take two plane rides to even arrive in the UK which was no good for the lot, especially Louis. As the energetic one of the group he bounced around the car trying to get a laugh out of everyone who only wanted to sleep in. Which made him upset.
And when he was upset it was not a good thing for the rest, by the rest he actually means Harry.
"Hhhharrryyy" he whined out loud trying to get the attention of the curly haired boy who had his hand propped up, holding his head up.
"Mm what is it Lou?" His voice was dull and thick from sleep, which may have chilled Louis' bones, not that he noticed. It only made him that more determined.
"What time are we gettin' to tha thing?"
"The interview you mean." Harry sat up fully to look at Louis with a groggy look, who decided to pick at a seam on his shirt. His heart beating as fast as a rabbit was prominent.
"Yeah that."
"I don' really know. Ask Paul."
He stopped paying attention for a bit as he thought the conversation came to an end, but in reality it had only begun.
"I will but I just, I just wanted to ask you somethin' else." it sat silent for a bit before Harry got impatient.
"Well spit it out already, or does the cat got ya tongue?"
He actually snorted at that.
"I um, I was just wondering if you could like, not distract us, I mean not like talk to the interviewer more than us but, you know, the thing ya do. The irritating one. Will ya help me out here?"
Harry's heart pounded rapidly with the change of conversation, what did this mean?
"I don't know what you're talking bout. I do nothing of such sorts."
Louis's blue eyes widened with much needless exaggeration. He was being serious.
"Yes you do! It's that thing you do with all the interviewers. You get really close to them like, like you actually want them in your life. I don't want you getting hurt Haz."
His once patchy British accent became soft and smooth like silk.
"Hurt? It's just playin' round Lou, no harm no foul." He placed a soft hand on him for reassurance but Louis' eyes still swam with worry and something else that Harry couldn't place. One thing was for sure that this conversation was not going to end well.
"I just don't like it. Why can't you listen to my reasoning for once. M' looking out for the band."
Anger filled the words, making them venomous as they were spat out. They never really fought about anything really and if they did it would only be a few hours before they kissed and made up (not literally but you get the idea)
So this was a very serious situation for Harry who thought he had done no harm.
"How's it gonna affect the band? Also if you didn't know im the one who listens to your nonsense all the time so excuse me for bein' a good friend."
Friend.
It was the word friend that swam in Harry's head for a moment.
Because that's what they were right?At this point Louis was beet red with his arms folded across his chest. It was really bothering him. Things don't usually bother Louis.
"Just don't. I'm not going to warn you again ya hear me?"
It was Harry's turn to snort. Did Louis really resort to threats now? He wasn't the boss of him, Harry was the boss of Harry. He'd do what he pleased and if that meant involving in some pleasant conversations with the interviewer then so be it.
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