Who are you?

chapter 4.

"Lottie! Fizzy! We have to go!" Louis called upstairs. He was frustrated with his sisters to say the least. It felt like as soon as they had ten minutes before they had to leave, they both suddenly decided they forgot to do one thing or another. Lottie didn't like the way she did her hair, Fizzy didn't like what she was wearing, and Louis just wanted to leave so they could get there. The show started at seven, and Louis wanted to get there at five because he couldn't remember if this show met the VIP people before or after. He wanted to say before, but it always depended on the show. 

"Three more minutes and I'll be ready," Lottie called down as Fizzy half-ran down the stairs. 

"Do you want to meet One Direction or not?" Louis asked, which seemed to work because less than a minute later Lottie was downstairs. 

"Finally," Louis said, and Lottie shot him a glare before following Fizzy outside. Louis sighed and shouted a quick goodbye to his mother, before following his sisters. 

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"Who do you even know that helped you get VIP tickets? Like i know you said it was a manager, but what kind?" Lottie asked after about thirty minutes of driving. Louis internally froze, somehow not thinking that far ahead into the question. 

"Well, I..." he stopped for a moment to think. "I went out drinking a few nights ago and met their tour manager, Paul Higgins," he said, praying she wouldn't think too much into it. Unfortunately, she did anyway. 

"Why would their tour manager be in Doncaster instead of with the boys on tour?" She asked, obviously not believing him. 

"Family stuff, he wouldn't tell me what," he said, then turned the radio up so she wouldn't keep talking about it. We are never ever getting back together by Taylor Swift was playing, which led Louis to wonder - did Taylor and Harry ever end up doing the stunt earlier in the year? The only reason they even had that stunt in the first place was because Eleanor wasn't doing anything to stop their rumors. Especially considering they were apparently not that well known in the US anymore. He would have to look into that later. 

When they finally arrived at the venue, the general line was a lot longer than Louis thought it would be. The pit line looked like it was starting to grow, and the VIP line looked exceptionally short compared to the rest of the lines. Louis brought Lottie and Fizzy to the VIP line and waited. 

About an hour into waiting, someone - Greg, Louis recognized - started to bring people inside. "I told you it was a good thing we left early," Louis said to Lottie. 

"We've been waiting for an hour," Lottie retorted, and Fizzy giggled. She was clearly nervous, Louis knew her to get giggly when she got nervous. He just hoped they wouldn't do too bad when meeting the boys. 

Louis hoped he wouldn't do too bad when meeting the boys. He knew them as his best friends and boyfriend, whereas to them, he was just another fan. If he didn't make some sort of progress because of the fact, he might actually cry. 

Three more sets of fans went in before it was their turn. Louis was glad that they got there when they did, because suddenly the line behind him looked a lot longer. 

Greg guided himself and his sisters into the venue, and it took Louis everything in him not to make some sort of quip or joke to him. He wasn't used to Greg, or any of the security guards for that matter, not restraining him from doing something stupid, it just wasn't right. 

They went into a room, and this was it. In stood Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, in that order, against a screen with their logo on it. 

"You have five minutes, please do not harass the boys or ask them any personal questions. I will be keeping an eye on the room to make sure you do not do anything to harm them," Greg informed, and god was it weird to be on the receiving end of the warning. 

"Thank you sir," Louis said, proud of himself for not slipping up. They looked over to the boys, and Louis immediately locked eyes with Harry. Harry hadn't seemed to notice him yet, and if he did, then he didn't recognise him at all. 

"What are your names?" Liam asked once Paul was settled by the door. Louis could see Lottie and Fizzy freaking out next to him, so he decided to take charge. 

"I'm Louis Tomlinson, these are my sisters Lottie and Fizzy," he said, and that was when Harry decided to stare him down. It wasn't an unsettling stare, just one that looked as if he were trying to figure something out. 

Lottie and Fizzy introduced themselves to all the boys, and it seemed to be going well for them. Louis noticed that Harry hadn't taken his eyes off of him yet, and it was starting to feel slightly unsettling. 

"Did you audition for the X-Factor by any chance?" Harry asked when it seemed they were far enough away.

Did he? Louis had no bloody idea if he auditioned or not. He couldn't be honest in this world, and-

"Yeah, he did in 2010!" Lottie said happily, and Louis let out a sigh of relief. Apparently he did audition, he just didn't make it. Considering how bad his audition was, he wasn't surprised in the least. 

"I know where I recognize you from!" Harry shouted, cutting  Louis out of his thoughts. "I wee'd on your shoes in the wash room the day of auditions! You took a picture of me and said you were my first fan!" he said with the widest smile, and Louis' heart warmed up. 

Something about the fact that Harry still pissed on his shoe in this world gave him a slight sense of comfort. "You remember that?" Louis asked, a small smile playing on his lips. 

"Of course, you don't forget about weeing on a person's shoe like that. You know how embarrassing it is? Keeps me up at night, really," Harry laughed, and the rest of the boys looked at him, confised. 

"You never told us you pee'd on someone's shoes," Liam said seriously while Niall broke out into laughter. Harry looked down with a smile. "I'll tell you about it later," he said, before looking back at Louis. 

"If you want to come backstage after the show, maybe I can sign a shirt or something for my first fan," he said with a small smile. "My mum might even still have the picture."

Louis felt like he was about to implode. How did Harry remember him? Harry wanted to meet him after the show. 

Harry wanted to meet him after the show. That was what fans wrote on about them on that fanfiction site Wattpad, wasn't it? Random fans getting invited backstage?

"We would love that," Louis said, looking into Harry's eyes. He missed those eyes. He missed Harry. The end of the show couldn't come fast enough. Lottie and Fizzy also seemed excited, as he had never seen them this happy. Louis was glad that he helped cause that.

"Good, it would be nice to catch up with my first fan," Harry said, and Louis felt his face flush red. Greg then motioned for the band, him, and his sisters to get a quick picture, and Louis fell naturally under Harry's arm. 

"Time's up," he said after he took it, and Louis looked back to his boyf- to Harry. 

"See you later?" Louis said with a small smile, and Harry nodded, beaming. 

"Yeah, which room is your VIP box?" he asked. 

"Room 5," Louis said, and Harry told Greg to write that down. "Stay in your room after the show, and we'll send someone to come get you, alright?"

Louis nodded. "Of course, Haz- Harry, see you after the show," he said, mentally kicking himself for the nickname slip. Lucky for him, Harry didn't seem to notice, because he just told him goodbye as they were escorted to their room. 

"We actually get to hang out with One Direction, oh my god. Sydney's going to be so jealous," Filly said excitedly as they walked to their room. Louis just smiled, praying that tonight would be the night he found answers to his problem.