Y/n is so excited to see her favourite K-pop idol, Oli London, perform live! She decides to bring along her best friend, Louis Tomlinson, but he gets swooped away by his fans, leaving y/n all by herself - oh, what will she do now?
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Y/n scooped her hair up in a messy brown bun and pulled a white T-shirt overtop her black and white striped shirt, tucking it messily yet neatly into her mini skirt and adjusting it over her fishnets that were also covered by knee-high striped socks, one black and white and on the other foot, rainbow. She tied the laces of her pink converse and checked herself out in the mirror.
"Lookin' good," she thought to herself. She especially liked how the words 'So Kawaii!!' shimmered on her T-shirt as she moved in the light, almost the same as her eyes shimmered as Y/n thought of the one person she loved and admired the most - Oli London.
His glistening blonde hair, his crystal blue eyes, his plump rosy lips - Y/n could go on and on. Biting her lip, Y/n skipped away from the mirror and out the door, looking forward to that night's events.
Louis waited by the door, checking out his newly painted nails - ice blue, to match with his eyes. He was sporting a denim jacket, a black tee, cuffed jeans and red converse, his go-to outfit. Y/n thought that he was going a bit hard on the denim stuff, but every time she tried to say anything about it he just got upset and ran off, so she just stayed quiet about it.
"Y/n, ar' you rea'y yet? you're takin' ages luv," Louis snarkily asked.
"You're so mean to me Louis, I literally haven't done anything to you and you're just being horrible to me. Sometimes, I regret inviting you to go out to these sorts of things with me because you never appreciate them," Y/n said, not taking any nonsense from him. Y/n was used to being scorned by men, so she knew how to show them that she wasn't a docile girl like they think. No, she wasn't like that at all and was all the more ready to prove it.
"Wow okay no need ta be loike that Y/n, I was jus' sayin' . . ." said Louis, obviously upset and offended as per usual.
Without another word, Y/n and Louis walked out of the house and got in the car. Louis' mum was driving them, so they both sat next to each other in the back and talked about how excited they were - well, it was mainly Y/n that did the talking, and Louis giving his "best attempt" at reciprocating that energy (he was absolutely awful at it but what else is there to be expected from a man like him. ugh.)
Finally, they arrived - the local assembly hall glistened in the coloured lights that shone upon it, the three lamps mixing and creating vibrant colours of purple, turquoise and orange. With bated breath, Y/n took a step out of the car, but a sudden gust of wind blew her leather jacket right off her shoulders and into the night sky until a hand grabbed it from the air.
"Louis don't tOUCH MY STUFF WITH YOUR MUSTY HANDS YOU DUSTBIN," Y/n growled at him as she launched herself from her 3'6" stature and clawed at Louis' face as she took the jacket.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her with the eyes of someone whose fragile masculinity was just shattered by an absolute girlboss. His eyes were annoyingly dejected to look into, so Y/n took to commanding the situation and walked straight into the assembly hall, Louis soon following after like a stray pup.
