Where I Am Without You [L.S]

Chapter Forty Eight

A/N - We're (somewhat) nearing the end of this story and I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who's read, voted and commented on my story so far !! I loved writing this and am in the process of finishing editing another, shorter Larry story and delving out the frame works of a bit of a monster one !! Thank you for sticking around till this point and hope you're still continuing to enjoy it !!

They're in Singapore, the heat almost unbearable, though it's the humidity that truly forces them all into hiding since pre-show ended some half hour ago. Forgoing heading back to their accommodation, the five of them each opt to stay at the venue until their late show tonight which is set to start in just under three hours. There's numerous fans and air conditions circulating through the venue, but even with the climate controlling devices, each of them are dead on their feet as they slump down together in Zayn's dressing room. A pile of sweaty, exhausted male bodies.

"You think we could ask for a giant fan to be rigged above the stage tonight, several even?" Louis grumbles from somewhere in the pile of limbs.

            "Even better," Niall huffs, "I vote that we pull a sicky."

"I'm not even gonna start on that Niall." Zayn replies.

            "It sounded like a viable option in my head." Niall tries to defend though they all know he's far from serious.

"All right." Liam says and with seemingly great effort manages to sit up from where he was apparently nestled at the pile, simultaneously causing the rest of them to tumble together to the floor. "I'm crying out for a shower and I reckon the rest of you are the same, then I'm off for a nap."

            "Look at you, suffering in your old age." Louis jibes at him with a wide smirk.

"Louis, you're older than any of us." Liam replies before he's off out the door leaving the rest of them cracking up on the floor. The heat's definitely getting to them.

Singapore is there last stop on the Asian leg of their tour before they set off for Perth, thus beginning the last few shows of tour. August had passed in a blur, the two week break they'd had after playing in Bangkok had been a blessing and though all five of them had stayed in the country, he'd seen none of the other boys aside from Louis.

The two of them had embarked on a handful of wonderous journeys during that time. Harry had awoken one of their first nights, promptly shaking Louis into consciousness also and demanding that they go on a date. Louis had wearily blinked at him, trying to sort through his words through his apparent tiredness and it had taken several long moments before he'd burst out laughing.

A date? Louis had claimed, I think it's finally got to you now, but you realise we've been together for months now and also, I think we're a little past dates?

Nonsense, Harry had rebutted, just because we've been together a long while doesn't mean we should stop going on dates. If you think about it, we do it all the time. I don't care when we've been together sixty years and have our grandchildren racing at our feet, I never want to stop dating you.

And that had been that. Dating had become their new routine.

They'd managed seven so far, from coffee dates in strange, back alleyways in Tianjin, to a candle lit diner on a secluded beach in Taipei. So he supposes he should be less surprised than he is when Louis makes a grab for his hand when he attempts to follow after Liam in the directions of the showers in an attempt to at least temporarily escape the heat. He halts instantly, turning to look over his shoulder before he steps back into Louis' space. Niall and Zayn filing out of the room.

            "Tonight, at 12:30, me and you."

"And just where might we be heading?" He questions, a smile already forming on his lips.