Love. (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 8

♫Shawtys like a a melody in my head that I can't keep out♫

Chapter 8. 🌺

(LOUIS' POV)

"LOUIS! Why in the world are you so distracted tonight? The concert is in an hour and we'd all love if you didn't keep missing your solo." our voice instructer lectured me. She was right. I was incredibly distracted at the moment. Amber's beautiful face kept popping into my head. Her big wide eyes that practically screamed 'innocent' and made her even more adorable. Her carefree actions.

The way she moved.

That funny way she danced to her ipod's music.

She was stuck in my head, which was honestly a really strange experience. Having a girl stick in my mind like Amber did. I'd only met her this morning. Oh my god, this sounds like one of those fanfictions Liam sometimes finds on the internet. The ones where one of us barely knows a girl, but takes a quick interest in her. Whatever. I guess in my case, those fanfictions might be accurate. I had even managed to talk to her without nervously. I guess...she just made me feels comfortable the more I got to know her.

"Rehearsal and sound check is over. Great job guys, put on another great show tonight." Our voice couch gave us a thin smile before walking away. The lads and I goofed off for about 30 minutes, playing angry birds and rolling around the stage on these weird box things with wheels. Don't blam us. We were on vocal rest until the concert started, so we couldnt talk to each other. Instead we preoccupied ourselves with messing about. The concert came and went, the time flying. Soon enough, we had performed the last song and waved goodbye, collapsing onto the floor as soon as we made it backstage.

"Oh my GOD that was exhausting." Zayn complained, laying down face first on the cold floor.

"What are you even doing, Zayn?" Niall laughed, but even he was tired from the long performance under the bright stage lights. I tuned out the conversation, my focus on the next day. Tomorrow was the day that a certain very pretty brunette girl would join us on tour. To make us food. I was more than overjoyed when Paul had nonchalently allowed it. She would probably save us from hours of Niall complaining he was hungry. And Liam and I wouldnt have to attempt cooking. We could all cook a couple things, but not whilst touring. Our minds were always occupied and we were always rehearsing something. Not only would Amber be a huge help...but I would get to know her better.

"You look like your in deep thought, Louis. Who died." Harry joked, but I only scowled.

"You were thinking about a girl. I can tell. Is she pretty? Have we met her yet?" Harry quizzed me, but I only shook my head and refused his questions.

"Well...she must be something, if youve been so distracted this whole evening." Harry smirked. He's right. Amber is special.