Hello, Mr. Celebrity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Four

(A/N) Kay guys... don't die.

Chapter Four

(Wait for it...)

Harry's Point of View (BOOM. DEAD.)

I clenched my hands into fists as my stomach flared in pain again.

At first I had thought it was just something I ate, or a flu bug. But then I realized it isn't upset because I'm sick, it's my gut telling me that something terrible was happening.

I'm sitting on the couch in the hotel suite that Liam, Zayn, and I are sharing for the next couple weeks before we have to continue the tour.

We had just finished our concert a couple hours ago, and I haven't been able to shake this uneasy feeling since.

I was trying to figure out why I was feeling this way. What could possibly be going so wrong that my conscience was practically screaming at me.

Suddenly, one word popped into my head. A word that terrified me to my core.

Louis.

I desperately tried to shake the name from my mind, but it just kept coming back.

Louis.

I put my head in my hands, feeling myself tremble.

Louis.

My head snapped up. There's something wrong with my Louis. He's in trouble. Wait, not my Louis. He's not mine. I just met the guy today, for goodness sakes!

But I can't help but feel a connection between us.

A need that cannot be satisfied until he is in my arms and I know he is safe.

I sprung up, fully ready to burst out into the streets, running to Louis' rescue.

But I suddenly deflated when I realized that I have no idea where he lives, or where he's at.

I can't give up. I have to find him. I have to help him.

"Zayn! Liam!" I yelled.

I heard a thud, then the door to the bedroom opened and Liam came rushing over to me with worry on his face. Zayn was just scowling at me, rubbing the back of his head.

I chuckled. Zayn must have fallen off the bed when he heard my screaming.

"What the heck do you need so urgently that you had to scare the poo out of me?" Zayn demanded.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Liam asked, much softer than Zayn.

I rubbed my face in distress. I opened my mouth to tell them what was wrong, but I couldn't form any words.

They stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

I sighed and dropped my hands from my face. I told them about meeting Louis and feeling sparks when we touched, and about how I had searched among the faces in the crowd, trying to spot his beautiful face, and I explained the feeling in my gut.

When I finally finished, they just stared at me in shock.

"Well? Say something!" I cried desperately.

Zayn put his hand on my shoulder, and said slowly, "You really care about this guy."

"Yes, I do." I said quietly.

He nodded, letting go of my shoulder and walking over to the closet to grab his coat.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

He looked at me. "Going to find this Louis kid for you."

I gave him a surprised look. What?

"I'm coming too." Liam announced, trailing behind Zayn toward the door.