When Marie opened her eyes again they were wide and innocent. "Ny-bear," She almost felt bad for using the nickname. His surprised gasp

made her feel worse. "Please." The brown girl's voice had gone soft, lulling.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Mazzi." Niall pleaded, pulling his already injured girlfriend into his lap. "Someone can stay here with you and

you'll be safe."

"What if I stay backstage?" Marie kissed his hand that was against her cheek.

"Only if you promise that you'll be sitting back there. I don't want you on that ankle." Niall finally gave in, telling himself that tonight he'd work

something out. He didn't feel as bad when he got a wide smile and a long kiss from his princess.

Liam came back in to announce that the stylist was there.

Lou came to do the boys' hair and brought Lux with her. Neither had been told about Marie's ankle and when the little girl saw it she froze.

"Weez?" She asked uncertainly, eyeing the boot.

"Hey beautiful." Marie smiled and opened her arms for their trademark hug. Lux ran into her arms and squeezed her. "How have you been,

Lux?"

"I'm okay. What did you do?"

"Hey Marie- Oh my, what happened?" Lou joined her daughter, the rest of the boys slid into the room behind her. "Did- did a fan…"

"No! No. This was entirely me. I fell on the bus." Marie replied, vehemently protecting the fans. She rolled her eyes when the stylist cracked a

smile. "I'm fine."

The older woman started on the boys' hair. They chatted with her easily; they were comfortable from years of working with her. When Lou

offered to do Marie's hair, too, the brown girl told her sure.

After their hair was done the boys left so that the petite Hispanic and Niall could get dressed.

"Hm," Marie eyed the boot. "Do you think I could leave the boot on?" She didn't wait for an answer and just took the boot off.

Niall studied her closely, making sure she wasn't in pain. He didn't have the presence of mind to think that his girlfriend was in only her

underwear. The blonde helped her into the leggings then made her sit down to put the boot back on.

"Ny, I'm okay." Marie promised. "Go get ready." She pulled her off-the-shoulder, baggy, knit sweater over her head. The Irish boy reluctantly

turned around and walked to his bag to grab clothes out.

A knock on the door made them both look up. "Marie?" Harry's voice came through and she looked over at her boyfriend.

"Go ahead." Niall gestured for her to go see what he wanted.

Marie stumped over to the door with one of her yellow TOMs in her hand. "Hey Harry." She greeted the curly boy standing in the hall.

Harry cocked his head to the side, gesturing for her to join him. "I need to talk to you,"

"Do we have to do this right now?" The tiny girl complained, watching the green eyes she used to love. They were full of shock, like he didn't

expect her to know what this was about.

Harry recovered quickly. "Doesn't your medicine make you sleep?" He reasoned. "I was going to wait until after the concert, but then I

remembered you'd be asleep." The curly boy didn't want to think what she'd be doing with his blonde band mate if she wasn't sleeping.

"I'll come over there after the show, okay?" Marie leaned against the wall, balancing on her bad leg to put on her shoe. When she almost fell

Harry threw his hands out to catch her.

They stood there in shock, his hands still on the tops of her arms. Their eyes met and the green scorched the sparkling brown. It was the first

time they'd really touched since they'd broken up. When Marry ended, so did any type of friendship they might have had.

"I'm- I'm sorry." Harry reluctantly let his light go. "I thought you were going to fall and I didn't want you to hurt yourself again. I just kind of

grabbed you, I didn't think about it…" The curly boy rambled.

"Harry."

"I know you don't want me to touch you and I should have just let you go. You weren't really in danger of getting hurt. You caught yourself

always. I guess that's why you leaned against the wall. You have impeccable balance usually so that should have got my brain working."

"Harry," Marie reached out to cover his mouth. "Shut up. I'm okay. It's okay. Calm down." The curly boy nodded. "You okay now?" She asked

before dropping her hand.

"Walk back to my room with me." Harry started to amble down the hall, not waiting for her. The brown girl followed after him slowly, almost

warily. Louis was coming out of the room just as the curly boy was walking in. "We're going to talk," He explained quickly. The older boy

nodded and walked down the hall to Liam's room.

Marie sprawled on the bed, letting her boot hang off the edge. She waited, knowing from past experience that he had to warm himself up for

any type of serious conversation. After a solid minute and a half Harry stopped pacing and sat down next to her.

"A fan put this inside that koala," The curly boy held out his wrist. Silver and glinting over his I can't Change tattoo was a charm bracelet. He

watched the girl of his dreams study it. "I've been wearing it almost every minute of every day. I just can't let it go. I can't let you go."

"Harry," Marie had seen the pictures and gifs of the bracelet on his wrist. The crazy Marry shippers were breaking. Because he only wore it

over his tattoo, they thought he meant he couldn't change his love for her. "You're killing your fans, doing that to them. They loved us Haz, and

you're just rubbing salt in wounds."

Harry let his fingers crawl until they could twist in the stray locks of hair by his light's shoulder. "I'm not trying to hurt them."

"Think about Boo, Harry. Look at how much he's hurting." Marie didn't jerk her head away like she wanted to.

"I love you, Weez. Why can't you just love me back? That's all I want. I need you." He replied, and other than flinching, ignored the Louis jibe.

"I need to go," Marie said and sat up. She slid to the edge of the bed but Harry grabbed her shoulder before she could get up. "Wha-"

Harry kissed her. He knew exactly the way she loved to be kissed. He had missed the way her lips tasted and when he sighed she shuddered.

The curly boy was too lost in it to realize that she wasn't kissing him back. The brown girl was trying to pry his hands away from her back and

neck.

"Harry! Let me go-" Marie finally jerked her head free of his grip in time for Louis to walk in. "I hate you." She spit over her shoulder as she

tore out of the room.

"Harry, what… what were you doing?" Lou scrutinized the broken-hearted dim light in his boyfriend's eyes. "Were you kissing her?"

"I… I... Louis, she said she hated me." The curly boy sobbed, curling himself into a tight ball around a pillow.