but the wait will be worth it

chapter forty one

Present day
A few days later
October 23rd 2012

It was definitely quieter than usual. I'll say that.

"Alright Birmingham! How's it going?" Liam yelled into the microphone among the thousands of screaming fans.

I forced a small smile while running over to the edge of the stage, blowing kisses at some girls in the front.

I was doing good. I was doing great and everything would be okay, the fans would not even notice a frown.

We were now in Birmingham, which was only a few hours away from the main city of London. We had been driving around the area for each show, already having preformed at multiple venues close to home. We were still going home each night, though, as me and Clara would go back to Princess Park until morning.

Louis hadn't written me back since my last letter was sent out, which had been making me a bit jittery and annoyed during the beginning of the show.

I took a few deep breaths before running back over to Niall, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. As he got ready for his solo in our first song, I bobbed my head to the music being played loudly from the band.

Turning to the crowd one more, I gave the security guards at the front a smile. They rolled their eyes and continued to keep fans from hurling themselves onto the stage.

The usual items had started to be thrown on stage; some bras, fuzzy handcuffs, panties...

I didn't think of it to be too unusual. Normally I would take some items home with me. Can't argue with free fuzzy handcuffs, right?

I laughed as a fan threw her disposable camera onto the stage. Picking it up, a flash of memories with Emma came through my mind.

Quickly blocking them away, I pulled out a pen and signed the camera before snapping a few pictures with the other boys. I threw it back to her, while, preparing myself for my solo.

I tried not to think too hard about the lyrics in our songs, as most of them tended to have very deep meanings to them.

Especially the ones that I had written. Poetic I was, but Louis could do much better. I smiled while remembering a part from his letter that had just arrived in the mail yesterday.

'The future is all we have to live for, even as old fashioned love doesn't exist anymore. I wish that we could be in love as Abra and Cal were, but that was just 1955. We can, however, create our own story..." he had written.

The letter was sweet, although his mention of a frat party at the local college had pissed me off for a bit. "Snuck into a fraternity house party yesterday, Emma can drink a shit ton of beer in one sitting! It was fun, though. College guys are interesting."

I mean, why the mention of them anyways? If I was going out to hook up with college boys, I wouldn't announce it to my ex-boyfriend. Maybe he wasn't going to hook up with any of them. Maybe Emma had wanted to have some fun and Louis just wanted to make... friends.

Despite my terrible jealously tantrums whenever a new letter from Louis came in, I really did miss him a lot.

As for Clara, well, she was great at putting up with these breakdowns. She never asked what they were for, or what the meaning of my tears were; she simply just rubbed my back lightly until I had calmed down. She was being quite weird lately.

Distance had always been between Clara and I, although the space was obviously beginning to grow. She wasn't home much, always out at clubs or bars or wherever the bloody hell I found her during some nights at three in the morning. It had always been that way, though. It's just that now... her partying seemed to occur as if she was running away from something.