A little canon OTRA Lilo, rated M, for @umthatsliam coz you’re pretty.
“I don’t want to.”
“C’mon… For me?”
Louis huffs. Using his puppy eyes on him… Liam’s playing dirty. “I feel stupid,” he says, because he does. The arena looks ghostly and foreboding in the starlit night, and the stage is intimidating in a way it never is when the five… four of them are on it. “There isn’t any music.”
“M’afraid blasting Girl Almighty might attract attention, Tommo,” Liam says with a chuckle, right into Louis’s ear. Louis shivers. Liam is standing altogether too close for comfort, less than an inch of space between Louis’s back and Liam’s front, Liam’s broad hands firmly placed on Louis’s hips in an attempt at guiding him.
“C’mon, just try,” Liam says again, before launching into Act My Age, voice low and deep, gently pushing Louis’s hips this way and that.
“I’m not sure a shimmy is the best choreography for this song,” Louis quips, feeling his cheeks flush and hoping Liam might mistake it for deep embarrassment, which isn’t completely off the mark, either.
“First you shimmy, then you jump,” Liam says, getting back into the song.
Louis knows there’s no point arguing, so he tries to move his hips, feeling like a fool the entire time. He didn’t use to care about his stage presence. But ever since Z- ever since it’s only the four of them up there, he’s been feeling put on the spot. Harry is all over the place like a discombobulated giraffe, Niall’s got his guitar, and Liam… Louis can never look at Liam too much when he’s on stage or he starts forgetting the words to the songs. And then there’s him, standing in place like a flower pot.
He didn’t use to care, but… things are different now.
Which is why when Liam offers to coach Louis a little on “getting his groove on”, Louis readily accepts. The fact that this will score him some very alone time with Liam is honestly just a bonus.