~Harry's POV~
Well. This sucks. Paul said DaRae and I couldn't share hotel rooms anymore. 'Too many noise compaints' he said. Now I have to share a room with Louis. I mean, don't get me wrong, Louis is one of my best mates, but sharing a room with him just isn't the as fun as sharing a room with DaRae--if you know what I mean.
After the concert, I went and took a shower before bed, and when I got out, Louis was already fast asleep.
"Mmmm, Torie..." he moaned in his sleep.
Or should I say, SOUND asleep.
"Torie, Torie. Mmmm." He continued to moaned.
I laughed.
Louis' eyes popped open, and he turned his head to look at me. "if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
"Not a word," I laughed, zipping my lips.
He grabbed his pillow and smacked me ove the head with it.
"Oi! What was that for?" I asked.
"That's for not letting me dream." He grinned.
I shrugged. "If I can't have sex with DaRae tonight, you can't have sex with Torie tonight. Even if it is only in your dreams."
He rolled his eyes and fell back onto the bed. "Goodnight Harold."
"Goodnight Louis."
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~Torie's POV~
We were on the bus, getting ready, and I was stressing out.
"What should I wear?" I asked DaRae as I searched aimlessly through my suitcase. I really wanted to look good for Louis. I just wasn't sure how to 'dress to impress'.
She was wearing her Rolling Stones shirt. She and Harry would probably being matching. Ew. HaRae.
"Wear that maroon dress Perrie got you," she suggested as she tied a bandana in her hair.
"But I don't have the right socks. All I have his tube socks." I informed her.
She shrugged. "Wear them anyway. Now hurry up! Everyone is waiting on us."
I quickly got ready then DaRae and I hurried off to meet up with everyone else.
When I arrived backstage, Louis greeted me with a hug and a kiss. "Hey babe."
"Hey," I smiled back.
He was wearing a tank top and jeans and a grey beanie. His tattoos and facial hair were worn so attractively.
MERP.
"You look fantastic," he grinned, placing his soft lips lightly against my own.
"Thanks," I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "I like your beanie. Looks good."
He took it off his head and handed it to me. "Here. Lou has to do my hair anyway."
He winked at me then headed to the dressing room to get his hair done.
LOUIS TOMLINSON'S BEANIE.
MERP.
I hugged the beanie tightly before putting it on my head.
*
All the boys were dressed and ready early, so all of us decided to hang around backstage. HaRae did their gross couple thing, Maela watched Niall tune his guitar, and Destany and Liam were trying to have a conversation with Louis, Zayn, and me.
Louis and I, however, only pretended to be listening as we sat in our group circle. The two of us eyed each other lustfully. My phone buzzed, and I jumped lightly. It was a text from Louis.
Louis: You do look incredibly sexy ;)
I smiled and looked at him. He was busy pretending to listen to whatever Batman movie Deam and Zayn were talking about.
Me: Only because I'm wearing your beanie ;*
I immediately joined in the conversation with a few nods.
Louis: No love. You make the beanie look good. I promise.
I felt a sudden urge of confidence and typed my next message.
Me: What do you say we leave for a few minutes and go to the dressing room? Then we can see if the beanie and the dress look better on the floor ;)
Louis saw the text and smiled widely.
"Are you even listening?" Destany asked, annoyed. "are you two texting each other? Give me that?"
Before Louis could react, Destany snatched the phone out of his hands.
"Ooooooh! They were about to have a quickie in the dressing room!" Destany announced. Everyone burst into laughter except for me. I could feel my cheeks getting redder by the minute.
"Guys! You need to start rehearsing!" Paul reminded us before going back to his business.
Harry did a dramatic leap into the center of the circle.
"Harry whaat are you--" before Louis could finish, Harry burst into song.
"Her name is Torie! Louis has dreams about her!" He sang, giving Louis a wink.
"Now wait--"
"She rings his phone! We have a show in half an hour," Liam chimed in.
"Oh how she rocks," Niall sang s he began to strum on his guitar.
"In Keds and tube socks," Zayn sang, joing in.
Louis stepped in front of all four of them and started to serenade me. "But she doesn't know who I am. And she doesn't give a damn about me. Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby. Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby. Listen to One Direction maybe for me."
I smiled widely as the boys tried to finish the remix but failed.
DaRae hit Harry's arm.
"Ouch. That hurt love," he said, rubbing his arm.
"why don't you remix song for me?" she asked glaring at him.
"That was amazing," I said with a giggle, turning back to Louis.
"An 'amazing' song for an amazing girl," he said putting air quotes around the first amaziing.
I kissed him. "Thank you."
"So does the dressing room offer still stand or...?"
I shook my head.
He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Alright."
"Louis, we need to practice," Zayn said, motioning him over with the rest of the boys.
"In a minute!" he said, waving Zayn off. He leaned in close to my ear. "See you after the concert," he whispered.
My eyes widened, but before I could say anything, he winked and ran off to join the rest of the boys.
One word.
MERP.
Hey guys! Look at Torie getting a song! Why doesn't anyone ever remix a song for me ._. hahah anyway, please comment and vote!
-DaRae(: xx