If I'm Louder [One Direction]

I heard the sharp clink of a heavy lock releasing and gazed up warily. Louis then popped his tousled brunette head of hair through the front door of our lavish flat, his naturally silly expression changing to that of concern as he eyed me.

"What's got you so down, mate?" He asked genuinely as he sunk into the seat adjacent to mine on our buttery leather couch.

I stared blankly at the blindingly white screen of my laptop, which was displaying my cluttered Twitter feed. He nudged me a bit to make sure I had heard him properly as I took a minute to form a sentence.

A sigh parted my lips, "I'm just lonely, Louis. Aren't you? I mean, we have each other and we have the fans, but nothing romantic." I explained a bit and rubbed my eyes with my tightly balled fists.

"I dunno. You 'n' I have a bit of a romance, don't we Nialler?" He joked typically and used his elbow to nudge me more playfully than before.

I chuckled slightly before returning to stone, "I'm serious Lou. I really miss that feeling."

"I miss it too. Just remember that eventually you'll find someone perfect for you, ya hear?" He patted me strongly on my cottony t-shirt clad back and smiled before retreating into his room.

I supposed I could only hope he was right.

Returning my attention to the sleek silver laptop in front of me and clicking the 'compose new tweet' button, I typed, '@NiallOfficial: awful lonely lately...'.

Shutting my laptop hastily, I placed it on the rich wooden coffee table my feet were perched on. Slowly, I slumped further into the plush couch and fell onto my side for an unplanned cat nap.

-Louis' P.O.V.-

After patting the solemn blonde Irishman on the back, I made my way to my messy room, where I stripped off my clothes and threw them onto the ground with the rest of my wardrobe. After minutes of nearly hopeless searching for something relatively clean, I changed into some grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.

Plopping onto my bed, I considered Niall's words. The poor kid was right. We had all been a tad lonely while touring. The lot of us were single, and that being said, although it was obvious we received lot of attention from fan girls, I think we all just needed something more passionate and, well, two sided.

I habitually logged onto Twitter from my black iPhone and threw my head back onto my thick down feather pillow, quickly sinking into it. Reading Niall's most recent tweet, I sighed inwardly and replied, '@Louis_Tomlinson: @NiallOfficial cheer up lad! we all love you. <3'.

His mentions were exploding with lovely fans either telling him to perk up or telling him how much anyone would love to be with him - sweet gals and guys they were.

I attempted to take a nap, but Niall's proposition of our loneliness began eating at me as it had him. After mentally wading in a choppy ocean of it for a while, I decided I'd best get up and make myself and the blonde sap some lunch.

Quietly, I put together two turkey and cheese sandwiches and placed Niall's on the coffee table his feet had thumped to the floor from whilst in his sleep. Then I precariously sat next to the sleepy head and flicked on the television. Moments later, the door swung open wildly to let in bellowing laughter.

-Harry's P.O.V.-

I chuckled with Liam on the way home from our Italian lunch, opening the door to our flat upon arrival. Inside I saw Louis moping while watching reality television next to a lightly snoring Niall.

"Hey!" I yelled ignorantly, accidentally stirring the sleeping boy awake.

"Ugh, Harry." He blinked his sunken sea blue eyes open slowly and then glinted them at me.

"Sorry Nialler." I apologized sheepishly and set my leftovers on the kitchen counter, "how are you feeling? I saw your tweet."

"The same as I was when I sent it. Thanks though. Really." He forced a toothy smile and I couldn't help but feel my chest wrench painfully.

None of us had been in a serious relationship since before we became One Direction, and it had taken it's toll. Famous teenage boys need proper romance too - not just obssessing over. I plopped myself next to Louis like a rag doll and assumed his wary position.

-Liam's P.O.V.-