"I'm nervous, Ni." Louis announced. And he was. He was really, really nervous. What if they didn't like him? He had already been very rude to one of them and even though Harry had assured him everything would be fine and that Liam didn't hate him, he was practically shaking with nerves. Niall wasn't better.

"It's going to be fine, Lou. It's going to be aaaallll good," he said, hands curled into strained fists and he couldn't stand still.

"You're just as nervous as I am!"

"Of course I'm nervous!" Niall exclaimed. "We're about to meet the most famous and richest blokes of our time! One Direction, Lou! How can I not be freaked out?!" Honestly Louis should have expected this. Niall had taken a while to calm down around Harry too. Damn it, he needed the blonde to calm him. Shit.
It was Wednesday, four days since Louis' awkward date with Darren and Louis and Niall were stood outside a huge arena, surrounded by thousands of girls in One Directions t-shirts, screaming and panicking. Louis felt like he was one of them.

"Okay. Okay, okay, okay." Niall seemed to gather himself up and took a deep breath. "Okay, are you going to call him?"

"I'm not ready. Can we just stay here?"

"No."

"But-"

"No. Now call Harry." Niall gave him a stern face and he complied nervously. He tapped the number that now had made it to his favorites list on his phone. He talked to Harry several times a day and texted throughout most of the time they were apart. He hadn't seen him until Monday after the last Friday and Harry had stayed the night until Tuesday. They hadn't had sex because they'd agreed to take it slow, but Louis had found it extremely hard to keep his hands off that milky skin.

Harry picked up after two signals. "Hey babe, are you here yet?"

"Yeah, we're outside."

"Okay, good. Go to the entrance and stand beside the line and I'll send someone for you."

"Right," Louis nodded. Harry had told him about this before. Harry had also had to get approval and talk to his management and security before Louis and Niall had been allowed to come backstage and Harry had made sure from Louis' wishes to give them secret names so that no one could find out who they really were.

"See you soon, love." Harry hung up and left Louis a bit calmer. He nodded to Niall to follow him and they made their way towards the entrance. The line was very long and he Niall got several confused and irritated glares as the strolled (trying to look cool) smoothly past the line. Then it was awkward. They stood there kind of uncomfortable while people in the line stared at them.

"Blokes! Line's back there!" a girl, looking like she was sixteen said.

"No need for the line. Just gonna' wait here." Louis told her and Niall smirked. Suddenly he felt kind of smug. All these people came to see Harry and the other boys on a stage and here was Louis and Niall who had spent three breakfasts and hung out with Harry quite a lot. He felt the need to brag. He only had to meet Niall's eye to see that he was thinking the exact same thing.

"So, T. Gonna' be fun seeing old Harold again." Niall said, loud enough for people to hear but low enough not to sound like he was trying to get them to listen.

"Yeah, it's been a while."

"Yeah, the days just roll by. It feels like last morning was yesterday." Niall said and Louis snickered lowly.

"Yeah. Nice to see the boys too. Harry's very fond of them."

"Yeah, he always talks about them so kindly. So what are we doing after the show then?"

"Oh we're just gonna' head home. Watch a movie. Harry's very into Leonardo Dicaprio you see."

"Didn't Liam say he found him sexy?"

"Please there's only one person Harry finds sexy."

"Excuse me?" A girl in her late teens said. "Do you know them or something?" she wondered curiously. Louis turned to her and smiled superiorly. He loved this.

"No, not at all." He rolled his eyes and Niall snickered. Then a door beside the main entrance opened and a man in his forties stuck his head out.

"Mr. T and Mrs. Degeneres?" he asked, looking expectantly at Louis and Niall. Niall looked absolutely mortified and Louis laughed like never before.

"I'm going to kill Harry!!!" Niall exclaimed, causing people to stare and whisper. Louis couldn't stop laughing and just slung an arm over his shoulder.

"Harry's friends?" the security man asked and Louis nodded and they began towards the small door.

"That's us."

"Alright Mr. T and Mrs. Degeneres. This way." The guard grinned and Louis immediately liked him. Niall groaned.
The walk was longer than expected and just as Louis thought they'd never get there, the man led them through a small corridor past a bunch of rooms, he opened a door and they were backstage.
It was huge. Fucking huge. There were enormous drapes hanging down from the ceiling to his left and there was a big screen and some sort of build up. Louis realized it was the back of the stage.

"Oh dear." Niall said. "I think I'm going to pass out."

"Oh my fucking god. This is the best days of our lives, Niall. All we've ever dreamed of." He sighed happily. "Let's find Harold and ask if we can go on the stage." He grabbed hold of his arm.

"Hold on." The security man said, putting a firm hand on Louis' shoulder. "Wait here until Harry gets here."

"What is this place? The white house?" Louis muttered to Niall who shrugged. After a total of thirty seconds Harry appeared. He was in his usual performing outfit. Black tight jeans and a loose black shirt, curls everywhere.

"Harold!" Louis exclaimed excitedly and he grinned back. Without hesitation Harry laced his arms around Louis' waist and kissed him softly. After a few seconds Louis pushed him off, blushing fiercely. Niall smirked knowingly and the security man had disappeared, thank god.

"How are you, babe?" he asked, letting his hand rest at his hip.

"Good. Niall and I actually studied today." Louis gave Harry two thumbs up and a big smile. Harry laughed.

"Can we go check out the place?"

"Don't you wanna' meet the boys?" Harry wondered.

"We can do that later!" Louis waved him off. He wasn't ready for that mentally just yet. Harry pulled out his phone from his pocket and started typing. Niall raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Louis and he nodded in agreement. Quick as a cat, Louis smiled at himself. He reached out in a swift move and snatched Harry's phone out of his hand.

"RUN NIALL!" He yelled and they ran. Niall was laughing like an idiot and Louis tried to keep up while going through Harry's phone. He didn't read any text or anything, he just made it onto Harry's Keek app and smirked.

"LOUIS!" Harry yelled after them.

"How do you get onto the stage, Niall?" He asked.

"Do I look like I know?" Niall said, looking for a way to get up. They found a small and short stairway and made their way onto the stage. Wow. It felt weird already, just standing there behind the giant curtain. They went over to the right edge where they stuck their heads out of the drapes.

"Woah." Niall gasped. Louis just stared. The arena was huge. It was almost filled and all you could see was twinkling lights from phones. Only the stage was lit up and Louis turned to Niall.

"Niall. We've got to do this."

"This is the moment of our lives."

"Our dreams will come true."

"I'm gonna' be a star."

"I'm the next Justin Bieber."

"LOU??!" Harry's voice was getting closer.

"Niall, quick!" Louis brought up Harry's phone and pressed record on the Keek app. He filmed the scene and the massive venue and said,

"Hello to all Harry's followers! This is the Tommo speaking. I have confiscated dear Harry's phone and N and I are about to make history!"

"LOUUU! I'm going to kill you!!!!!" Harry's voice was really close.

"Let's go!" He grabbed Niall's arm and they dashed out on the stage. For a moment the lights were blinding and he couldn't see much. Then he saw everything. It was incredible. Thousands of eyes stared at him as he filmed out and then there were screams. Loud and deafening screams.

"Holy crap." He said to the camera.

"Jesus! I'm the next Madonna!!!" Niall screamed, fisting the air and the screams around them got wilder. These people obviously thought they were someone to yell for. How fun. Louis thought he was going to pass out.

"Stan is so dead! The fucking bastard his going to die when I tell him. Fuck you Stan!" Niall laughed. The recording time was running out on Harry's phone.

"Bye Harry's followers. Love you guys. Harry is little fucker, but he's cute. Love me. BYE!"

"LOUIS!" Harry bellowed exasperatedly and then the clip was over and uploaded. "Get off the stage!"

--

"So uh...how long are we going to sit here?" Niall asked lowly. Louis looked around the small, undecorated room. He and Niall were sat at the end of a table awkwardly in silence. There was a security guard by the door glaring at them and Louis was surprised they weren't in handcuffs or something.

"I don't know..." Louis whispered back. He was hoping that Harry would send someone to get them out of here.

"Can you call Harry..." Niall glanced worriedly over to the guard. "I'm scared."

"I don't think I'm allowed to move..."

"I'm getting claustrophobic."

"Same, Niall. Same." Louis' body was rigid and he felt like his clothes were a little tight. The clock on the wall was ticking loudly and the minute hand was getting dangerously close to the top, which was when the concert would start. Frankly Louis was a little scared Harry was going to leave him in there until the show was over. He was sure Harry wasn't angry with him because he had just shook his head at him when they'd caught eyes and the guard had given Harry back his phone, but the twinkle in his eye had been there so Louis wasn't worried. But he wouldn't put it past him to leave him in here to punish him for a while.

"Um, could I have some water?" The man glared at him. "No? Okay then." Louis' eyes pinned on the table again.

"Are we going to die in here?" Niall whispered.

"If I die first I give you the right to feast on my body to survive."

"I love you, Louis." Niall captured his hand between his and squeezed it tightly. "I just thought you should know."

"Well then, if we're being honest... I'm in love with you and I have been since the day I accidentally hit you in the head with your grandmother's urn."

Niall wiped an imaginary but very convenient tear away. "Those were the days," he sobbed. Then the door opened and Harry appeared in the doorway. Louis and Niall jumped out of their seats quicker than they had stolen Harry's phone and crushed him in hugs.

"It was awful, Harry!" Niall sobbed. "It thought we were going to die."

"Why did you take so long?" Louis cried. "We thought it was over! OVER!" he bellowed and Niall patted his back and they sniffled together against Harry's chest.

"Uhm, guys..." he started to say.

"Oh please! Like you care! We were in there for days!" Louis sobbed.

"It was ten minutes. And uh, this is–"

"Harold! I don't know if I can do this anymore. You betrayed me." Niall patted Louis' back soothingly and shook his head at Harry.

"It was his choice," he whispered. "I couldn't do anything. Sorry. It was nice knowing you."

"Guys." Harry said lamely. "This is Zayn and Liam, and Zayn and Liam this is Louis and Niall." Louis and Niall immediately straightened up and stared wide-eyed at the two blokes, who were eyeing them like they were some objects they couldn't figure out what it was.

"Oh." Louis said.

"Well, this is awkward." Niall said. He fixed his snapback and Louis straightened out his shirt and cleared his throat, making it even more uncomfortable. Both parties studied each other and Harry looked between them nervously. Louis recognized Liam, he was bulkier than the other and his hair was short and he had a small amount of stubble along his jawline. Speaking of jawline, there was Zayn. His hair was black and his eyes were glowing brown.

"Niall. Nice to meet you." The blonde reached out a hand after several moments of examination from both sides and the two shook it politely and introduced themselves as if they didn't already know their names. Louis shook their hands too and he felt like he was meeting mommy and daddy Styles.

"So... Hi!" he said. God, he wasn't an awkward person! Jesus, and Niall wasn't either so why was it so damn uncomfortable? "You have an amazing son." He told them, trying to lighten things up. Niall snickered as he leaned on Louis' shoulder and Harry rolled his eyes.

Zayn studied him for a second and then snorted. "Well he better be home by ten or you're not seeing him anymore." Louis laughed.

"Yes, sir."

"So you're the famous Louis. The Tommo." Liam said.

Louis nodded. "Sorry no autographs." He smiled. "But yeah. It's cool to meet you guys. You're like...famous." Liam smiled back and shrugged.

"So you and Harry?" he asked.

"Kind of." Louis nodded.

Niall smirked. "It's not really defined yet, but they are dating... a little bit."

"Okay..." Liam said, frowning though a small smile played on his lips.

"A little bit?" Louis turned to Niall.

"Yeah... I wasn't eavesdropping..." Niall explained. "I just happened to walk casually by your room." He told him with big hand gestures but stilled when he saw Louis' face. "A lot." He gulped. Louis moved an inch and Niall was suddenly hiding behind Harry's tall body. "Harry, he's going to kill me."

"Ni. When we get home, there won't be anyone to stop me."

"Yeah, about going home. I think I'm gonna' stay at Darren's for a while." Louis rolled his eyes. Harry came over to him, leaving Niall, and snuck his arms around his waist from behind, causing Louis' cheeks to turn slightly pink. Harry kissed his cheek sweetly and Louis tried to breathe normally as Zayn and Liam watched them.

"Hey, aren't you guys supposed to be on stage in like fifteen minutes?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, we should go." Liam decided and they slowly made their way back to behind the stage. Harry and the other boys gave them an impossibly quick tour of dressing rooms and Niall managed to steal some food from God knows where and soon Louis found himself being kissed before Harry stepped on stage. Luckily the awkwardness had soon disappeared between them all and Louis was quite satisfied with it for a first meeting.
Niall and Louis watched from beside the stage and it was incredible. Watching Harry perform was mesmerizing. He was energetic and funny and got very into the songs and often danced around in an awful manner that Louis couldn't resist laughing at. The three boys seemed to have blast up there and Louis couldn't believe he had been up there himself if only for about thirty seconds. He didn't understand how they could spend hours up there every night. But it was obvious they loved it. They relished in the spotlight and it was clear they deserved to too. Their singing was flawless and their songs were even more amazing live. Louis and Niall danced to the upbeat tunes and pretended to be drunken criers when the slow and sad songs were sung. Harry would occasionally catch his eye and once he even waved, causing Louis body to almost melt. And of course the girls in the audience were wild. They threw bras and stuffed animals and roses and a bunch of crap things on stage and when Zayn accidentally exposed some of his toned stomach, the crowd went insane. Even Niall swooned a little.
Louis filmed when the boys were singing their most famous tune "What makes you beautiful" and then posted it to twitter, writing,

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
At One Direction concert and I think I've done it all. Went on stage before in front of thousands and it was totally worth getting locked up in a room for 10 minutes.

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
Finally met @ZaynMalik and @Real_Liam_Payne too. Great blokes. Harry should be worried I might steal them from him.

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
Great night in all. I hope Harry isn't contemplating murder now after N and I stole his phone...

--

"It's amazing what people come up with." Niall said as he was lying flat on his stomach on the kitchen floor, computer in front of him. Louis was sitting on a stool above him, peering down at the screen while chewing on some coco pops that Niall had brought out. It was Sunday, half a week after the show.

"What now?"

"The latest theory is that you are Harry's illegitimate brother who Harry finally decided to take out of the closet." Louis scoffed. Brother.

"Anything else?"

"Well after our little appearance on stage, which there are like hundreds of videos of on Youtube, people are very keen to find out who you are. I've scanned all the pictures there are and all the videos that have come up since Wednesday and you're lucky because none of them shows your face, or mine. We are really sneaky you know."

"You're like my publicist. I don't have to do anything about my official look. You do all my work."

"I think of it more as a hobby, but I'd like to get paid." He held out his hand and Louis dropped a fair amount of coco pops in and Niall shoved them to his mouth, chewing loudly.

"When can we meet Zayn and Liam again?" Niall asked. After the show they had all gone over to Liam's place and hung out. The boys were actually fun and they all got along well. Harry and Louis had snuggled up on the couch and the other boys had made fun of them and then they'd played Fifa and chilled. It had been easy, like hanging out with Harry. Harry had been very pleased with how everything had turned out and Louis knew he had been nervous about mashing up the two parties.

"Soon, I think."

"When are you meeting Harry again?"

"Very soon," he smirked. He and Harry were together as much as possible. Whenever Harry didn't have interviews or had to do rehearsals or work on the next album, he was at Louis and Niall's. They hung out during the days and nights and then when Niall went to bed they kissed until their lips were swollen. They acted very much like a couple, they called each other every day, texted all the time, called the other nicknames and if you watched them you would immediately assume they were boyfriends. Except there were no titles. They hadn't defined their relationship yet, and Louis was sort of happy with it. Sort of. As much as he loved being free and single, he loved being with Harry even more. He was sunshine and flowers with a note of tattoo and Louis loved every second they shared together. A part of him wished they would just talk about it and define what they were, but another part dreaded it. What if it would ruin things? What if Harry didn't want to be nailed to anyone? What if he didn't want Louis like that? Louis was beginning to worry a bit about what was going to happen when they finally would speak out about it. But for now he would shake the thoughts away and just enjoy things like they were.

"Oh and how's Darren?" Niall asked spitefully with a smirk. "He's been calling me like crazy, asking about you."

"I've spoken to him twice on the phone since I saw him. I've ignored his other calls." Louis felt bad. He should just tell him that he wasn't quite as available as he used to be. Or just that he didn't fancy the guy in the least.

"You should tell him the truth. The man is totally in love with you. I've tried to lead him onto another path but he won't listen."

"I'll have to speak to him about it..." Louis dreaded it. He hated these things. They were exactly the reason why he didn't date, why he had stuck to his motto for so long "Fuck before feelings". He should have taught it to Darren... but really Louis was just being a jerk.

"You're being spammed by a girl named Jenna on twitter. Your mentions are flowing with her tweets. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten to tweet limit yet."

"Let me see." He flopped down on the floor next to him. "Woah. She's tweeted me 260 times." The message she had written was quite enjoyable,

Jenna Cambridge <3 (@JCbridge)
@TheTommo Hiiiii would you mind following me? Just so you know I'm about to figure out who you are. Beware ;) x 197

The same message was written over and over and Louis smirked. Well if anyone could do it was a directioner. Harry had told him they once had figured out his password on his phone. Freaky.

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
@JCbridge Game on ;)

He clicked on the follow button and smiled.