A/N: I worked on this very Long but it didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I hope you like it anyways<3

Louis didn't know how or when this happened. It came slowly, he guessed. Like a cold creeping to you slowly so you don't notice it at first until it's already there and you are sneezing your brains out. But at the same time it happened so suddenly. One time they sing nursery rhymes and play with their dolls, a few times later there sit two teenagers in their rooms on their mobile phones instead. Louis would regret that he didn't enjoy the time Lottie and Fizzy were small and cute, but now they have the small cheeky twins, Daisy and Phoebe.

Louis felt a bit sad that he wouldn't see them grow up like the older two girls considering his graduation this year. After that he would go to the university in London. He would only see his family on weekends or holidays.

"You're doing it again." Niall laughed, interrupting Louis' thoughts. Currently they had a short break and they were going to their class that day.

"What?" Louis looked up at the dyed- blonde, confused.

"You're singing 'those annoying Harry- songs'." Niall laughed again, seriously, does he ever stop laughing? Louis often complained to Niall about Harry Styles and his annoying music. It wasn't that he thought he was a bad guy or that his music wasn't catching. He was very attractive and rather sweet in interviews. But his music got annoying as did the obsession his sisters had with him.

So normally when Louis came home in the afternoon it was to Fizzy singing "I should have kissed you" or "Over again" or something. Today it was different though.

Instead of the Harry- music, whether it was sung by his sisters or Harry himself (well, more his voice on tape) he heard the girls talking in the kitchen. It wasn't a normal conversation though. More like a high pitched discussion and pleading.

Louis made his way into the kitchen, also because he was hungry and needed tea. "What's going on here?" He asked, stepping inside.

Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy and Phoebe all began to talk at once, causing Louis to not understand anything. "Girls, calm down," Louis interrupted with an amused tone while he slipped past Jay, their mum, to make himself a tea.

"Harry comes to Doncaster!" Fizzy squealed.

Louis froze for a second, then shrugged his shoulders, "So?"

The girls gaped at him. Jay laughed at their shocked, scandaloused state. Then they began to talk all at once again, "Okay, okay." Louis cut in once again, "What's your problem?" They went on talking simultaneously and it grew increasingly louder because they tried to drown each other out. Louis chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "Okay, so Harry comes here. What do you want to do about it?"

"Go to the concert, duh!" Lottie sassed.

"But mum won't let us!" Fizzy complained.

"It's not that I wouldn't let you." Jay protested,  "You're just too young to go alone and I can't come with you. And it's so expeni-..."

"Louis can go with us!" Daisy interrupted.

Louis hesistated. "Please Louis!" After Phoebe the other girls began to beg too.

"Okay, sure." He said nonchalantly after a few seconds of listening to their screechy voices. 

"But Louis, please."

"Yeah lou, we- wait what?"

"Girls, he said yes!"

"Oh my gosh, Thank you, Lou!"

"We love you!"

If it was possible the pitches of their voices went even higher and they huddled around Louis for a group hug.

"Wait, wait. Kids...-" Jay said.

"Don't say it's too expensive." Lottie interrupted before Jay could say that.

"But-..."

"Mum, please, we'll do anything."

And just like that it was back to the begging Louis came home to.

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Four month later Louis, Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy and Phoebe were on the way to the stadium. They had decided to go by bus and walk since the parking spaces were presumably packed. They were much too early because they were all unbelivably exited.

Well, only the girls, of course, not Louis. Okay, If he was completely honest with himself, he was just as exited as they were, maybe even more so, but he would never admit that.

Once they arrived at the stadium Louis detected that they weren't the only ones being way too early. There were many people standing around, mostly girls since the male fans often weren't that dedicated to pop stars or didn't want to admit liking Harry Styles (there was also the possibility that they really didn't like the singer but Louis thought that was almost impossible).

The Tomlinsons wandered around since they had nothing better to do and they had seats so they didn't need to fight for front row spots. With four sisters it didn't get the chance to get boring, though. They were currently laughing at the facial expression of a man who walked by, watching the girls fangirl.

Looking to his left over Daisys' head Louis noticed a burly looking guy walking towards the stadium. He looked somehow familiar but he couldn't place it. There was an unsettling, not pleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach...

Before he could worry too much his attention was demanded by Fizzy. When Louis looked back up the guy was gone. Maybe it was just an imagination...

"How long till it starts?" Phoebe asked, looking up at Louis.

"Two hours, well, a bit less." Lottie answered before Louis could.

He looked at his wrist watch and hummed in agreement, "I need to find the toilet. Somebody want to come with me?" Louis asked. The girls shook their heads except for Phoebe who nodded and took his hand. Louis smiled at his small adorable sister and said to the others, "Okay, we'll be right back. Lottie, look after the little ones."

"I'm not little!" Fizzy shouted after he retreating siblings. Phoebe, who was still holding Louis' hand, giggled and Louis couldn't help but smile fondly at her.

Louis didn't have a clue where toilets were but he figured they would find one if they would just wandered around a bit. They had time, after all. Phoebe just followed her big brothers' lead and began to talk about a new series her and Daisy had begun to watch.

After ten minutes or something they found a small toilet house. Once Louis had his business done he waited infront of the small block building for Phoebe. He watched his surroundings.

There were many teen girls standing in cliques, a few with their boyfriends, assumingly. Between the groups, who most likely came to the Harry Styles concert, hurried the normal population to their required locations. Some of them looked at the standing crowds in wonder and curiousity, others seemed to know about the concert seeing as they chuckled at the squealing and giggling girl groups, some of them rolled their eyes at them though. Somewhere in the distance Louis noticed a muscular guy that again looked familiar. He squinted his eyes inorder to recognise him.

He had seen him before... but different... maybe younger, yeah, but... when? And where?... What did he do a few years ago?... Football... Piano...-

His train of thoughts was rudely interrupted by Phoebe tugging on his hand, "Louis, Lou. We can go back. He drew his gaze away from whatever hole he was staring into the air infront of himself, down to his sister. The guy he was contemplating about was long gone. But the bad feeling about him stayed in the pit of his stomach. 

However, he pushed it aside in favor of taking Phoebes' hand. A few steps into the way back he hesistated, "Do you remember which way we came?" He asked Phoebe, who shrugged cluelessly. "Okay." Louis said more to himself, before proceeding into the direction he guessed his sisters were. 

Again, Phoebe just followed his lead. He supposed his sense of orientation wasn't that bad since he saw his sisters in the distance after maybe a half an hour with many detours. "Pheobe look, there ar-..." He interrupted himself when he saw them, "Fuck!" He hissed and pulled his sister behind a corner of some house.

"Lou. What's-..."

"Pheobs," Louis interrupted, "Go over to our sisters straight that way. You see them, don't you?"

Phoebe nodded, "Yeah, but-..."

"It's okay, I'll come after. I'll be there in a minute, promise." Phoebe looked like she wanted to ask more but then just nodded, turning around and following Louis' instructions. Louis peered around the corner to make sure she arrived safely.

She was halfway there when he felt eyes on himself. He searched his surroundings with his gaze and- Fuck! He caught their eyes. Louis took a few steps backwards hoping they wouldn't recognise him. Well, he hoped wrong.

"Who do we have here?"

"Our beloves Louis Gaylinson."

The two buff men Louis had noticed before came walking towards him, wry smirkes on their faces. Louis knew this wouldn't end good. They would want to take revenge for...

Without thinking too much he followed his instincts, turned around and ran. Still running, Louis realized that that wasn't a smart idea, hearing loud footsteps following him. Beginning to panic since he knew he wasn't a very fast runner and heard the footsteps coming closer, he hurried towards a fence. It wasn't too high and with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins he managed to hop over it rather smoothly.

"Fuck!" He swore at the pain that shot through his knee as it hit the concrete. He looked behind himself seeing his persecutors still determined to catch him. "Fuck!" He swore again and continued running to the building, praying the doors were open. It didn't matter that he didn't even know where he was, he just needed to escape.

Fortunately, luck was on his side and he slipped into the door. Louis didn't know whether they followed him so he continued running, trying to open a few doors that were closed though. The fifth door opened and he was relieved to see that his persecutors weren't in sight and didn't see him disappearing in what he now noticed was a bathroom. Taking a step further a door slammed open and-... hit him in the face.

"Oops." Louis heard a deep voice that sounded kind of familiar.

Louis just hissed and clutched his forehead, "Hi."

"I'm so sorry," The same voice said, hand touching Louis' shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you need something?"

"Oh no, I'm-..." Louis stopped his sentence when he saw the collarbones of the man infront of himself, his shirt hanging low. The ends of bird wings. He knew who had a bird on his right collarbone, a bird with a weird curved eyebrow. And now he also got why the voice sounded so familiar to him.

He looked up into the green eyes that always stared at him from the posters on the walls at home. Damn, he was even more attractive in person. Especially with this intense look of amazement in his eyes and the small sweet smile... wait- Why did he look like that?  And when did they get so close? Louis could still feel the warmth of the worried boy's hand on his shoulder.

Louis opened his mouth to say something but...- nothing came out. His tounge was tied and his mind was fogged. The other lad seemed to notice and stepped back, clearing his throat and retreating his hand and held it infront of him for a handshake. "Hey, I'm Harry."

Louis took his hand, "Yeah, I know... I mean I-... I don't, it's not like... Sorry, that was stupid. I-..." Louis ran his hand not holding Harry's through his hair and exhaled shakily, nervous.

Harry smiled widely, twinkling eyes and dimples. "Everything's fine. You're cute." Harry slapped his hand over his mouth and blushed.

Louis blushed too and smiled at the ground, a chuckle escaping him. "That's interesting." Seeing Harry's look of confusion Louis continued, "I just-... didn't think you'd be like that."

"Like what?" Harry asked. 

Louis smiled and shook his head, turning his ear to the door, listening carefully. "Doesn't matter." He told Harry.

"Is it a good or a bad different?"

"A good different, definetely good." Harry smiled widely. Louis was fascinated how much more childlike the pop star looked and how much more bashful he acted than the media let him seem. He was known as a player and womanizer.

Once Harry noticed what Louis was doing he furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

Louis glanced at him before pressing his ear to the door again, "Why do you think I'm here?" Harry shrugged and Louis chuckled, "I kind of angered two guys two years ago. Met them again today?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, "And what? What did you do? I don't really understand. Why are you here because of two guys you met?"

Louis grinned, stepping away from the door and cheered, "Story time!"

Harry giggled, fucking giggled! Louis caused Harry Styles to giggle. Louis cheered a bit more on the inside. "Okay, start." Harry looked like a child being happy for a good night story. Louis found it increidibly endearing and freaking adorable. So Louis chuckled and sat down against the wall on the ground, patting the space beside him. Once Harry sat down Louis cleared his throat.

"Okay so, in my first year in high school err... Okay no, let's start different. Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a bit smaller compared to other boys his age, but really not that small, he always wore colourful jeans and braces and when he came into high school people just assumed he was gay, I don-... I mean, he didn't even know why exactly but it wasn't like they were wrong. It wasn't that he was bullied or something, sometimes teased but he was told to have a sharp tounge so he could always come up with a comeback. Anyways, so there was this kind of gang in the last year grade, like seniors, and they had something against the boy, especially when he was elected to be the head boy for the freshmans. So there often happened fights. It never got physical, it was more like, mutual hate we weren't afraid to talk about, you know."

Louis looked at Harry to see if he was listening or if he got bored. It seemed like Harry was very interested in his story since he nodded along and had this intense stare on Louis. A blush creeped onto his cheeks so he looked away again and continued his story, "Okay, but I knew those guys were-... I mean our mysterious boy knew that (Harry chuckled) the people in the gang were assholes. One day for instance he saw how they picked up on Niall, he was a smart guy with glasses and such... a nerd they say, I guess. They made him drop his books and pushed him around, like these typical high school movies, you know. I ma-... I mean, he made them stop, of course. And then was their gratuation and I had to hold a speech. It was like welcoming the new ones to school and letting the old ones go. And he said some stuff, like, 'we will protect the small ones from idiots like those going away thankfully'. He looked directly at them at that part so everyone could see who he was talking about. I said more, they were just harmless implications... wait, did I say I?"

Harry laughed and giggled, "It's okay. That was it? That's why they are mad at you?"

"Well, not exactly. There happened much in the school time. I think what bothered them the most was that I had so much power in the school even though I was 'the small gay boy'. Also, I made the girlfriend of the leader of the gang realize what an asshole he was and then she left him on prom. I wasn't there but apparently she made a scene. They were the star couple of the school."

"How did you do that?" Harry asked.

"Talking." Louis said, "I get most things through talking." Louis laughed, "Mum says I should become a politician."

Harry nodded, "I can see that. You're good at telling storys too."

Louis laughed, "Thanks."

"That still doesn't explain why you're here though." Harry wondered.

"Oh," Louis chuckled, "Yeah, I saw two of them today, Ethan and, I don't know, I forgot the other name. They got even more strong and burly, it's scary. So I ran away as I saw them. I'm just relieved that they didn't see Phoebe."

"Who's Phoebe?"

"She's my sister. She's with my others sisters right now, I hope."

"How many sisters do you have?"

"Four, all younger."

Harry smiled, "Aww, that's cute."

Louis nodded, "Yeah, they're really cute."

"No," Harry shook his head, "I mean it's cute that you're a big, protective brother."

Louis blushed, "I should go back anyways, concert should start...-" He paused, looking at Harry questioningly, "Shouldn't you be backstage or something? It should start in less than an hour."

"Yeah, well," Harry said, "I kind of am back stage?"

Louis' eyes widened in realization, "So we're in the stadium toilet?"

Harry nodded, "Ethan and Adam?" He asked.

"What?" Louis asked, confused about the sudden topic change.

"The two guys who you ran away from. Were their names Adam and Ethan?" Louis nodded. 

That very moment Harry's phone started ringing. He pulled it out and smiled at Louis apologetically. Louis couldn't make out exactly what the person on the other side of the line said but it was clear that Harry was being yelled at. It was only confirmed when the singer stood up and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, sorry, coming... Right now, yeah... In a second..."

Once he hung up he looked at Louis with a kind of pained expression, "I'm sorry. I have to hurry. It was really nice meeting you."

Louis stood up too. "Yeah, yeah. I understand. You're a pop star. Of course you're busy." He had a teasing edge in his voice that Harry picked up on and rolled his eyes.

"I'll see you." He said and was out the door.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. He'll see him? How so? Harry had nothing but his name. Louis shrugged, not caring that much. He was lucky meeting him, let alone have a conversation with him. He then realized he could at least have gotten an autograph from Harry for his sisters, well, too late.

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Harry went backstage, thinking about Louis. He didn't know why he said he would see him again, but he really wanted to. He regretted not getting his phone number. He didn't have much time to think more, though. He got  styled and this ear thing and checked the sound and he was pretty busy.

It was about fifteen minutes before the show should start when he got a pause to breath. He stood backstage with his best friend and guitarist Liam. 

"Have you heard about this guy," Liam said, "who jumped over the fence on the back of the stadium and ran into here? The bodyguards reported him. He's not allowed to go to your concert now. Poor guy." Liam laughed.

Harry perked up, "What do you mean, he's not allowed into the concert? Why?"

Liam looked at him like he was stupid, "Safety? He was some crazy fan. You can't just let that through."

Harry shook his head, terrified. He was almost sure it was Louis. Who else should it be? Shit, no. "Is his name Louis?"

Liam shrugged. "Could be. How should I know. He actually met you? Oh my gosh, he got what he wanted." He laughed.

Harry shook his head frantically, "No! I mean, yes, I met him. In the bathroom. But he didn't want to meet me. He was running away from Ethan and Adam, you know, those two bodyguards. He knew them from school. Shit, Liam. I have to get him in."

Liam looked at him like he was crazy, "And you believed him?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "You can't just, he...- Fuck it!" He ran to someone from management he saw, but he was busy. Harry ignored Liam's calls about how he was being stupid and that the concert was about to start.

Harry just took matters into his own hands and ran to the back door and outside. Thankfully it was almost empty since almost everyone was already inside. He had barely ten minutes to find Louis and bring him inside and then go back onto the stage. He ran around the stadium hoping to see him.

A group of screaming girls came running towards him. He groaned internally but smiled at them. Louis was certainly not with them, he thought, the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach growing. After a few smiles into the cameras and a few signs he apologized he had to hurry and continued running, searching for Louis.

A small group on the small grass field caught his eye. He got closer he could make out five figures and realized that they were crying. When he got more close he recognized Louis' hair and black t- shirt. He was sitting on the grass and held two small girls in his lap, rocking them from side to side. They hadn't seen Harry yet.

He came up behind Louis and laid a hand onto his shoulder, "Louis."

The boy jumped in surprise and turned around, "Harry, thank god." He stood up and took his hand, "Can you please bring us in? Or leave me out, but please let my sisters in. They're not allowed alone, normally. They're all still underaged. And now they're so damn sad and this is all my fault. I accidently went into the stadium without...-"

"I know." Harry interrupted with a fond smile, "That's why I came."

Louis smiled brightly, "Really? Thank you, thank you so much! I can wait here and somebody needs to walk them in. Lottie is almost seventeen. She can-..."

"No, Lou." Harry laughed, "You're of course coming with them."

Louis beamed, "Really? Oh my gosh, thank you!" He threw his arms around Harry for a rushed hug. Harry had not much time to hug back before Louis pulled away and took one of his sisters hands, "Now, come on. We don't have much time. It should start in-..." he looked at his wrist watch, "four minutes." Harry laughed at his eagerness, but it was increidibly fond. If Harry could think straight at the moment he should have been concerned about how gone he was already for a boy he just met.

"Wait," The oldest of Louis' sisters said, "How is it fair that Louis gets to hug Harry and we don't?"

"Lottie!" Louis hissed.

Harry chuckled, "It's okay. Come here." He opened his arms and suddenly he found himself in a group hug with the five Tomlinsons (Not that he knew that they were called Tomlinson. What he also didn't know was that he would be a Styles- Tomlinson himself one day...). 

Once they approached the entrance the guy who checked the tickets looked at Harry questioningly, "Aren't you the guy who sings today? The concert is about to start."

Harry nodded, "I know. I just need a favour." He took ticket guy to the side and talked to him quietly so Louis and his sisters couldn't make make out what they said. He said something into his walky talky. About a minute later a man came.

"Have fun." Harry said and with one last hug for each of the siblings he disappeared and the man lead them inside. Louis was confused as they didn't take the normal way, instead they went through an underway, but Louis trusted the guy to know where they were going.

Needless to say, they ended up in the front row. It was perfect. Harry looked a few times directly at them, sang some cheesy lines directly at Louis. Everyone who was at a concert knows the feeling. Suddenly your idol stands there. In real life, not just through a screen. You feel on top of the world and you have this constant bubbling in your stomach and you sing your heart out and you have the constant need to scream to let your star know you're there for them and it is over much too fast. And when it's over it's almost like a dream because... you waited so long for that day to come and then- wusch!- It's just over.

It was like that for them, just... the post concert sadness didn't last long.

When they stepped outside again Ethan and Adam came. Once Louis noticed them nearing he stood infront of his sisters protectively. They didn't look friendly at all.

"Listen." Ethan said, "We still don't like you, but we have to say sorry and give you this or else we loose our job and this is a danm good job."

"Yeah," Adam agreed, "We don't have to do much and get paid good. So, sorry, I hope I'll never see you again and we have to give you that. Text him now so he knows we did it. Bye."

Louis looked at them and wondered what the hell just happened. "Louis, Louis. I think they gave us Harry's number!" Lottie squeaked, "Now I can marry him."

Fizzy laughed, "Sorry to break you Lotts, but I think he's much more interested in our beloved brother." 

Lottie pouted, "Damn him and his amazing arse."

"Lottie!" Louis squeaked.

"Come on." Fizzy said, "We always knew he was kind of gay, didn't we?"

"How can somebody be kind of gay?" Daisy asked.

"I mean...- anyways, doesn't matter." Fizzy said and turned to Louis, "Now text him, meet him again, steal his heart and make him our brother in law, will you?"

Louis laughed and rolled his eyes but did it anyways (Every part<3).