Dancing the Louis Tomlinson Style [Under editing]

Chapter 2: A moving ball of curly hair

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I was slightly startled awake by a banging on the door. Loud banging if I must add, obviously too loud for my liking. I groggily got up and marched inside the cruise suite in a not-so-straight line, a foot overlapping the other as I trip over. My hands immediately finding support on the couch, hastily pushing myself up as the loud banging resumed. I was now making my way to the door in a quicker pace, the previously neat bun on my head has now fallen to a messy ponytail.

"Mum can at least tone it down..."

I looked through the peeping hole not to find a familiar brunette lady. But instead stood a lad looking quite scared and uneasy.

My left hand scrambled over to the lock as my other hand immediately twisted open the doorknob, yanking it open halfway when the door itself suddenly flew open and collided with my forehead. My body stumbled backwards as I attempted to keep my body standing tall. The uneasy feeling starting to build up in my head as I collapsed to the floor, my body laid out in an unruly form.

A low growl escaped my gritted teeth as I scowled at whoever did that. (Well, tried to). My eyes lost focus of everything and the entire room felt like it was trembling beneath my barely conscious body.

My pair of eyes soon started to retrieve focus but the feeling around my head was like it was tightening even with the slightest of movement, my eyes screwed shut once again but enough to just give me a peek at the person behind such unexpected visit. A groan emitted from my mouth as my hands flew up to rub my temples to ease.

The figure approached me, standing right in front of my face. It wasn't the type of figure my mom owned, it was a more built figure. My fingers brushed through my hair only to feel a moist feeling against the pads of my fingers, the only one thing I remembered before I engulfed in darkness once again.

I saw quite an amount of blood oozing out to the side of my head. My blood.

Louis' POV

Like any other day, it happened again. Getting chased again by fans. But only that today I've got no security with me to control it, and I've nearly been stripped off of my clothes. Liam was definitely wrong when he told me to sniff the bread from the buffet table.

"Don't sniff the bread on the buffet table, that's rude." Liam ordered sternly, his tone held a feeling like it was most likely of me to do it anyway. I just nodded whilst he continued to chatter away, my mind finding a new interest on something else. It's not usually Liam is like this, but he seems oddly parental today.

I let out a long sigh. Harry was left to respond with nothing but a chuckle and I think if I'm right, I heard Liam growl?

"Are you even listening, Louis?" he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah...Sniff the bread on the buffet table, easy as pie." I grinned, my eyes finding his obviously stressed out figure. He just shook his head again.

"Just... please try to stay out of trouble." he mumbled as turned on his heels, walking to the opposite direction of us.

My hands frantically banged against the wooden door, not worrying about causing too much commotion. No answer. I looked around, my eyes darting from each ends of the hall before I moved on to the next door, knocking even louder this time. My desperate hands hoping someone would answer this time. Even if I held the knowledge that I could risk my exposure with this, I had no choice but to rely on the owner of this room.