Together (Sick & Hurt Liam)

Concerts and Forbidden Love (edited)

Harry's POV

In 5 minutes we will be all on stage again for the first time in what feels like ages. My heart races as I listen to the screams of the fans out in the stadium. Finally, we are back!

I look around me, all the boys look pumped and excited but Liam looks even more so, but under the excitement the nerves are visible.

"Boys get in your places!" one of the stage hands orders. The sight of him makes my heart sink a little; we still have heard no word from Paul.

We all get in our positions; I take in all of the boys, their excitement and the genuine smile on their faces.

With a nod from a stage hand our platforms go up and soon the screams of the fans are louder, the lights are shinning in my eyes and for the first time in ages an overwhelming joy fills me, please let tonight be a good night.

Liam's POV

Being back on stage is exhilarating. The fans screaming our names, the sound of the music ringing in my ears, my heart beat seeming to match the beat and the joy of my and the boys voices together singing as one again, is incredible.

Half way through the concert though it hits.

Through The Dark's lyrics are running through my head and I sing all of my parts. That is not the problem. My problem is that suddenly it's like all of my energy has been sucked away by some vacuum, one moment it was here and the next it's gone.

I feel the disappointment and frustration rise up in my chest. I take a deep breath trying to regain control of my emotions. For the first time during the concert I am happy that I am sitting down, thank god for my broken leg.

I lean back onto one of my hands letting myself rest a little. I continue to sing my solos and the chorus with the boys but as time goes on all I want to do is sleep.

During Half a Heart somebody sits down beside me startling me. I look up meeting Louis's eyes. He wraps an arm around me letting me put some of my weight on him. I never have been so grateful.

We both ignore the cries of Lilo, not really caring at this point. Let them believe and say what they want at the moment neither one of us care. Louis stays at my side for the remaining three songs letting me into his arm.

Finally the concert is over. As Niall gives the ending speech, the thank yous and all the normal stuff Harry and Louis help me up, Zayn already waiting with my crutches. I take them carefully balancing myself with the help of the boys' steady hands on my back.

We head over to the side of the stage and disappear from the crowd's view after a few more goodbyes and thank yous from all of us.

I manage to get myself down the stairs with little help from the boys.

"You holding up ok, Liam? You started to not look so great about half way through," Niall asks as we head out to the back doors to get in the already waiting car, none of us really feeling like changing here.

"Yeah just got kind of tired, must have been the adrenaline wearing off," I reply shrugging not wanting to make a big deal of it.

"If you say so, let's just get back to the hotel I'm beat!" Louis shouts taking the attention off of me. I give him a grateful smile.

Once back at the hotel, I flop back onto the bed I'm sharing with Zayn, exhausted. Before I know it unconsciousness is taking me. Maybe the beginning weeks are going to be more exhausting than what I originally thought they were going to be.

Zayn's POV

"Did he seriously pass out in his stage clothes?" Louis asks laughing watching as Liam soundly sleeping on the covers still wearing his normal stage clothes.