2 years later
There he is. Louis blue eyes followed Harry's tall silhouette on to the stage. It's the first time he seen him in person in nearly 4 years. Yet somehow, he still adored the younger boy. His emerald eyes and brown floppy curls, some how he managed to get taller and stronger, which to be honest Louis was quite fond of. Biting his lip, he remembered there's probably cameras about after all they were at the Grammys.
It was one directions first time being nominated for one and to call them excited would be an understatement, they were like four giddy toddlers hearing the cheery tune of an ice cream van, but one stead Louis finds himself struggling to breath. Harry is about to perform. Leave, just get up and leave! If the cameras see you crying then it will be all over every social media site. Now move.
He darted through the sea of white table clothes and rich faces, not hesitant to barge past if he need too.
The toilets. Finally he could breath. He stayed there for around five minutes (he didn't want to stay to long incase he missed their category. Harry did that once.)
Returning back to his once pristine, now covered in splashes of spilt champagne, table he made eye contact with three pairs of teary eyes. "What?"
"You really shouldn't of missed that Lou," Zayn whispered into his glass of champagne. Is that a tear in his eye?
"Yeah Lou it was amazing, the trumpets, the lyrics, his voice, what was it called ... fineline?" Niall was waving around his glass trying to highlight just how great it was.
"Yeah well, I really needed a wee," Huffed Louis, clearly not wanting to carry on the conversation.
"What ever you say tommo, what ever you say..."
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Finally the moment Louis had been waiting for. Album of the year. He's been dreaming of this day since he was like nine, or old enough to know what the Grammys were. He wants one so bad. All the boys do. Maybe this year it will be there turn.
"The award for album of the year goes to..."
Louis hopes it's him and the boys, they've worked so fucking hard this year trying to prove that there not just some boy band. Turning his head to the side in anticipation, Louis spots Harry sat with his head down and potentially crying. Even crying his beautiful. It's a simple as it sounds Harry styles is beautiful.
"Fine line by Harry styles!"
I fucking hate Harry styles. "Narcissistic prick" Louis muttered to himself as he saw Harry slowly walk up to the the stage, trying his best to show off his Gucci suit.
"Louis shut up, mate," Liam nudged Louis in the ribs in attempt to make him stop talking.
He didn't need Liam to tell him because as soon as Harry opened is pink lips everything else faded away.
"Wow, um two in one night thank you, I just want to say there was a lot of great artists I was up against tonight and I'm extremely grateful! But most importantly thank you to the people that listen to my music," he made eye contact with Louis "I love you" he flicked it away, "all of you and treat people with kindness!"
Treat people with kindness! I don't think so. It took everything Louis had to not walk up to him and rip it off him.
"I mean he already has like 4 of them at home and every other award going. He doesn't even deserve it!" Louis rage was through the roof and he couldn't find it within him to calm himself down.
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28 chances // Larry stylinson
Fanfiction!!! TW!!! One direction have just been put together, they gain fame, money, success but worst of all hate and for Harry it's too much but it's okay because Louis Said he will all way be there - just a call away. Louis was never very good at answerin...
