// a.n. pretty basic Y/N stuff but I was SO in the mood for this rn ♥
[[ Frank Sinatra – Fly Me To The Moon ]]
"Cheers!" you shout as your glass clinks against your friends', in a failed attempt to be heard over the music banging through the speakers. Their faces are lit up with joy; pure excitement and anticipation for your first karaoke night ever. You have to be at a university in less than eight hours, but it's only your first year; all you and your friends care about is living the college life for now.
A round of loud applause fills up the small space, excited screams of people congratulating the two girls standing on the little stage, which looks more like an elevated surface than anything else. They bow, each one a microphone in their hands, smiling widely and waving at the crowd; just having their moment. You clap too, leaving your drink on the bar, fully concentrated on wondering what song is going to be next; you requested Mr. Brightside. What drags you out of your world is a hand, softly patting on your shoulder between the crowd.
He walks behind your seat on his way to the tiny stage, his chocolate hair standing spikey and his ocean eyes intensely locked into yours. He's been staring at you since you first stepped in the karaoke party, sitting on the other side of the bar with his own group of friends. And now, he's pointing towards the single microphone standing next to him, with the other one in his hand. Gesturing you to sing with him, as a crowd of people suddenly notices him and starts screaming – mainly the girls.
You frown. You look towards the screen, at the displayed lyrics of a song which surely isn't the one you requested. Once you look back at him, you notice his lips are formed into a curved line, his face is lighting up; not taking his eyes off yours. A song has started playing, a soft classical melody and you make it up to the stage, next to him, a brief second before the cursor of the lyrics on the screen approaches the first line.
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
You feel your cheeks flaming hot, staring at the screen only, since it's your turn to sing; everyone's eyes are locked on you now, scanning you with their eyes wandering like strangers in the night. It almost feels weird, yet you focus on the song; a song you haven't heard in a long time.
And let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
Your voice comes out clearer than you thought it would; it sounds great, considering it's your first time at a karaoke. A quick glimpse of him as you turn your head left, where he is standing, reveals that he's still smiling – this time shyly. Which makes your cheeks feel even hotter, and you're certain he noticed, too. A long musical pause gives him the chance to say something that, over the speakers blasting all around you, you can barely hear;
"We sing the next part together, alright?"
You nod.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
"A little cold to be out here, innit?"
A British accent; it sounds like none of your friends. You turn back abruptly, your drink in one hand and a cigarette on the other, leaving the view of the city lights behind you.
You smile. The fresh winter air somehow made you feel less tired; maybe less drunk and less aware of the fact that you have to be in class in less than six hours.
"I'm all good."
He tilts his head momentarily, glimpsing over the background behind you; the street lights, the buildings with their windows lit up, cars speeding down the highway in the distance. Then his eyes focus into yours – again. He smiles back.
"And I'm Louis."
You take a deep drag of your cigarette. The smoky taste runs down your throat, and you take a step closer to him; you could barely hear him because of the loud music, even outside, on the balcony of the karaoke bar. "Of course you are."
He rolls his eyes; still smiling.
"I heard you're in a band," you comment in irony.
To your surprise, Louis lets out a soft, subtle laugh. "As a matter of fact, yes."
He leaves his unfinished beer on the ground and then fishes for something in the pocket of his leather jacket, grimacing as he can't find what he's looking for at first. He finally takes out a card and stares at it for a good second, a slightly tired smile lighting up his face.
"Here's my phone number...", he hands you the card. Slowly, almost cautiously. "So you'll know where to find me. I'm staying at the Grand Azure Hotel-"
"What the fuck?"
The sudden erupt of your voice interrupts him, and makes him step back. His face looks curious – almost confused, as his eyebrows raise over his eyes.
"Do you think that you can get any girl you want just because you're in One Direction?" The card tears into pieces between your fingers, then falls to the ground like confetti. "You're wrong, I'm sorry. For fuck's sake."
Louis opens his mouth to say something and, for a second, he really seems like he has no words; then he looks down, at his feet and his shoes that are covered in small pieces of torn paper, lets out a slightly drunken, apologetic smile and finally stares back at you.
"Uh... I just thought you'd be a great supporting act for our next tour, but I guess I have my answer."
Your eyes widen; your jaw drops in shame, until both your hands cover it.
"Oh. I... Fuck."
You stare at your feet, too; your cheeks are once again burning in embarrassment, your heart is pounding against your chest and pulsating against your ears many times in a single second. However, you hear him starting to laugh.
"Interesting reaction!"
"Wow, I'm sorry," you bury your whole face in your hands, breathing deeply, trying just to calm down.
However, when Louis speaks again, his voice doesn't sound as angry as it should have. He almost sounds entertained. "Don't fucking rip it again."
Another card is resting between two of his fingers, pointing towards you, waiting for you to grab it.
"Challenge accepted?"
It takes you a second; but you finally smile, step towards him and calmly take the card in your hand. "Fine," you mumble under your breath.
Louis nods, chuckling. His eyes are locked into yours again; staring so intensely that you can feel the heat on your face getting even stronger. For a second, you don't notice anything; the music, the autumn night breeze, your friends behind the glass doors staring at you with their eyes wide open in awe mixing with anticipation. You can only focus on his dark figure against the bright lights inside the bar, at the slight smirk on his face.
You stare at his card for a second, then back at him. You smile; slightly biting your lip.
"Fine."
