Double Act (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen: For Now

Double Act - Chapter 15

~~ Louis' P.O.V ~~

"Please welcome, my special guest judges!" I announced, throwing my arm out to the side as the boys jogged towards us. The cameras pointed at the contestants faces as they went mad over them, screaming and yelling, laughing and cheering. It was a great atmosphere, positively buzzing.

So why was I so moody?

I'll tell you why. Because there was no sign of Double Act.

As the excitement died down, I nudged Harry. "Ha! No one fainted when you came in!" I scoffed. The crowd laughed, and I recieved a glare from Harry. I ruffled his hair and the crowd cooed, with some shouts of 'Larry' and 'Bromance'. Ugh, why are people so dramatic?

Harry pushed my hand away, and Liam launched into a welcome speech. As I do, I zoned out, watching the mini play fight that went on between Zayn and Niall as Liam continued to talk.

Lara and Liv hadn't shown up. They were still away dealing with 'personal matters'. What did that even mean? What could have been more important than this? I didn't know. I just hoped they would be back in time for the performance.

~~ Lara's P.O.V ~~

Thankfully, James had just got excited. There was nothing to worry about, and he was fine.

For now.

We sat in the hospital room, with James, Liv and I wriggling about furiously as we frantically pushed buttons on our controllers, our eyes glued to the screen with the Playstation blaring. My phone buzzed for the fourth time in 10 minutes, and Liv groaned.

"Lara!" she moaned, pausing the game, "Answer that lovesick puppy of yours before I do!" she threatened. I would have usually brushed a comment like this off with a simple smirk, but this time I knew she was serious. I was surprised she'd been as forgiving as she had been so far, so I didn't dare to push her any further.

I unlocked the screen, and saw I had recieved 5 messages. 1 from Louis, 1 from Dylan, and the rest from unknown numbers. I frowned, and opened the mystery messages.

hi lara this is niall. im louis' friend by the way. hows it going?

Like I didn't know who he was. Liv had a poster of him in our wardrobe, believe it or not, and I was sure that his eyes watched me every time I changed. The next message read:

hiiiiii laraaa! You neeed to call Lou, hes goin maad! Aha x Z xx

Ah. Zayn. I don't think there's anything I don't know about that boy. Worrying, really. I had one last message from an unknown number and I opened it, already having guessed who it was.

Laraaa Louis is annoying.X Coomee baackk noww.x

And Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry, the curly haired baby of the group. The target of the press and seen as the most popular member. Absolute rubbish, if you ask me. He's a 19 year old boy. No nineteen year old should have to go through that. I felt sorry for him, but that didn't mean that I liked him. He was a silly kid, and should have thought things through before he did them. He got in a lot of trouble.

I smiled as an idea sprang to mind, a way of subtly telling him that he shouldn't be so stupid. I turned my head and looked over at my sister. "Hey, Lara,"

Her head snapped to my direction. "Yeah?" she asked, pausing the game once again as a plump nurse entered the room. The nurse waddled over to James' bed and began tending to the machines and syringes on the tray she carried.

"D'you want Harry Styles' number?"

~~ Livvy's P.O.V ~~

My brain didn't really register Lara's question, so I didn't answer for a second. Then I froze, and turned my head slowly to look at her. Then I got it.

"Oh!" I giggled, shaking my head at her joke. "Funny, Lar!" I laughed.

She didn't laugh back. She didn't even crack a smile.

My laugh faded, and I stared at her like she'd gone mad. "Are you serious?" I stammered, dropping my controller. She nodded, grinning madly. I didn't move.

Lara held out her hand. "Here, gimme your phone!"

I fumbled with it as I slipped it out of the pocket in my jeans and placed it in her hand. I watched her with an open mouth as she typed on my phone, not believing what was happening. She finished and handed me my phone back.

Holy crap. I have Harry Styles' number.

I narrowed my eyes at my sister. "Don't joke with me, Lara, I can't take this much of a tease!"

She rolled her eyes. "Trust me, will you?" she smirked. "It's his!" she nodded firmly, before adding, "Go on then, text him something!"

I looked at the phone in my hands. I didn't need telling twice.

~~ Louis' P.O.V ~~

"I think that went rather well!" I heard Niall say from the kitchen, no doubt rummaging cupboards to find food, the greedy lad. This sparked off several conversations between my fellow bandmates, but I said nothing.

Not wanting to seem clingy, I hadn't texted Lara about her absence, but now I was worrying a little about whether she'd be back at all. I picked up my phone and tapped a quick message to her;

Hey Lar! Hope youll be back for tomorrow!xxx

Seemed sufficient. I hopped off the bed, checking the time to find it just past 3:00pm.

"You hungry lads?" Niall yelled.

"No,"

"Nah!"

"Not really," I said, emerging into the lounge to find the boys lying about on the sofas and the floor. Niall stood at the doorway to the kitchen. "Why do you ask, Nialler?"

Niall shrugged. "No reason,"

Liam sighed, "Louis, he's eaten the contents of your kitchen," he said apologetically, acting as if Niall was his responsibility.

I groaned loudly, and let my head fall backwards. "Niiaaalll!" I marched into the kitchen and threw open a cupboard to find it almost empty. I frowned, and picked up the only two things in there, turning round to Niall."You left these?"

He was at my side in seconds, his nose scrunched up at the site of the pot in my hand. "Ugh, vegemite!" he grimaced, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head. I nodded, shrugging in relative agreement. It was a gift from some Australian fans and I'd never really gotten round to opening it. I put it back, and looked at the crisp in my hand that I had scooped out of the corner.

"This too," I waved it about, and he had grabbed it in seconds.

He sniffed it. "Must of missed this!" he chuckled, winking at me before shoving the crisp into his mouth. I groaned in disgust, and he grimaced at the taste.

"Is it moldy?" I asked, worrying that he might become ill or something.

He shook his head. "Worse than that!" he moaned."It's Cheese and Onion!"

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