ATTENTION: THIS STORY IS ABOUT A BAND THAT I CREATED IN MY HEAD. THE BAND IS CALLED "NO DIRECTION" AND THE MEMBERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
-HARRY STILES
-LOUIS THOMLINSON
-ZAYN MALICK
-LIAM PAIN
-NIALL HORAM
ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. ANY LIKENESS TO ACTUAL PEOPLE AND/OR EVENTS IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL AND UNINTENTIONAL.

Louis' point of view.

Harry doesn't think I know. He doesn't think I know that he crawls into my bed every night and just lies there, staring. And he doesn't know how much I look forward to feeling his warmth beside me or how I love the way he sighs contentedly when he does. He doesn't know how much it hurts when I wake up every morning and he's gone.

Things hadn't always been like this, it had all started about seven months ago. I remember one night specifically. We had just finished a rather lengthy show and I, like the other three boys, retired to our individual bunks earlier than usual. Harry on the other hand couldn't seem to sit still. He kept fidgeting in his bunk, hopping down every so often just meander about the bus. I kept my eyes screwed shut willing sleep to just take me already. But I couldn't seem to relax knowing Harry couldn't either. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, I gave up. I pulled the curtain aside and stumbled slightly as I stood on my weary legs. Sounds of Harry rifling through our limited food supplies filled my ears and my feet followed them without a second thought. As soon as I pulled back the thin fabric separating the beds from the 'living' area, I couldn't help but smile. There, sat in front of our tiny little cupboard, was a particularly disheveled looking Harry. His shirt appeared wrinkled and bunched like he had just been wringing it out roughly and his sweatpants had been messily pushed up to his knees. He ran a hand through his brown curls and sighed. He looked up and jumped at the sight of me. I giggled.

"Jesus Christ Lou, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He whispered harshly, not wanting to wake the boys.

"Sorry Haz," I smiled, making my way over to his spot on the floor. As soon as I had plopped down Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "Can't sleep?" I asked him.

"Nah, didn't really try to be honest."

"Why not? You look pretty tired to me." I said, and he did. His limbs moved languidly and his eyelids remained half hooded over his green eyes.

"Aw thanks Lou, how nice of you to notice." He said in a mocking tone, I hit him playfully and he laughed quietly before continuing. "I just don't want to lose this, you know?"

He looked at me thoughtfully and I felt utterly lost. "What do you mean Harry?"

"It's just… This all seems so unreal, Louis. The fans, the money, the fame, the boys, everything! It's just like a dream. And sometimes I get scared that that's all it really is and if I fall asleep I'll lose everything." I was about to respond when he added, so quietly I almost didn't hear it, "I'll lose you."

I wasn't expecting that, not at all. But when I looked at him he looked so sad and frightened that all traces of shock melted away and was replaced by this burning need to comfort him. So I stood up, and for a second his eyes grew so wide so wide in fear I almost cried, before offering him my hand. Harry took it immediately bounded upwards like a mattress spring.

"Sleep in my bed tonight Hazza," I whispered. "I promise I'll still be there when you wake up."

And that's how we got here. That's why I'm lying with my back pressed against the wall of the bus, purposefully leaving space for Harry, pretending to sleep while he stares. Ever since that night he sneaks in, but I'm not sure why he goes through all the trouble. If he were to ask I would let him in with out even thinking. Maybe then he would actually wrap his arms around me like he did that first night, stay like he did that first night, maybe I could wake up in his arms like that first night. But he never asks. Every night I try to stay awake as long as possible, try to enjoy my secret time with Harry as much as I can with out either of us exchanging words or touches. But every night I fall asleep, and every morning he's gone.

It's hard to act like I don't know. It's hard to look him in the eye every day and pretend like I'm completely unaware us this thing we share. And I know somewhere in my mind that one night I'll snap. I won't be able to hide how scared and confused and hurt by all this I am. And when Harry finally realizes I'm awake I don't want it to be by accident. So I roll over.

Now it's not like I've never moved before. If I just stayed as still as a statue all night then Harry would obviously be able to tell I'm faking it. But most nights I just move an arm or a leg by an inch or two. Tonight I cross the empty space between us so his chest presses firmly into my back and our bodies align everywhere else to. Harry didn't move, he didn't breathe, and if I had to guess I'd say he wasn't thinking either. I was so tempted to look over my shoulder and see his face but I didn't want to let this charade up just yet, I wanted to see what he would do. But as soon as he did respond I immediately regretted waiting. Harry began moving away, pulling backwards from my body and out of my bed. The loss of his warmth next to me felt like a stab wound through the back, and before I could register what I was doing I turned around a looked him in the eye. Harry's head shot up at the movement and his eyes grew wider than I've ever seen them. He stood completely still with one hand still holding the curtain open and one knee still propped up on my bed.

"Lou-" He croaked out, but I stopped him before he could continue.

"Don't leave me." I said sternly, a small amount of anger seeping into my voice.

"W-what?" Harry stuttered. He looked absolutely shocked, like he had been expecting me to kick him out or yell at him. Honestly, I couldn't do either if I wanted to.

"I promised you once that I'd be there when you woke up," I said. "It's about time you do the same for me Harry." He didn't move at all, and for one stupid moment I was so scared he was going to leave me. But then he was back, lying down next to me in the spot where he belongs and wrapping his arms around me. I released a heavy sigh into his chest and inhaled his scent deeply before saying,

"I love you Hazza."

And there wasn't a moment of silence before it was met with a,

"I love you to Lou-Bear."

A/N: "Yay rainbowsugarcupcakes posted a second chapter!" says no one. I like this chapter considerably more than the last. I have not been able to get it out of my head for the twenty-four hours so I decided to say 'what the hell?' and just post it. Please take a moment to review and thank you for reading!