Sυρєя Sтαя [Lαяяу Aυ]

••Chapter Two••

"It was the most humiliating experience of my life!" Louis shook his head, recalling the horrendous sight of his bashed camera. The lens had been cracked into a thousand smaller pieces, and the insides, he was fairly certain, had been sticking out last he'd seen it. He'd  gotten the most perfect picture of a celebrity as well, and now it was forever trapped inside the broken bits and pieces of the camera, never to be seen by the human eye again. It was the type of devastation caused by hard work only to fall short on what you had been trying to achieve. It was like climbing a mountain for days in hopes of reaching the top only to find an obstacle in the way that inevitably blocked you from ever reaching your goal. He had other cameras, thankfully, but this one had been his favorite. His first. He had captured many great shots on it and now he felt only misery. 

Sat across from him was his only and best friend, Niall. After Harry was cut out of the picture, Niall found the mopey Louis. He had just moved here from Ireland, so whilst his accent was alluring and helped to peak the interest Louis had about the bleached haired boy, it also took him a while before he could understand all that Niall said with the unusual (at least to these parts) accent. 

Louis was a stress eater, and so there the two of them were at a Stake 'n Shake. All Louis had ordered were some chips [fries], and he smothered each one in a dripping layer of ketchup before he shoved it into his mouth. Niall attempted to reach out and nibble on some himself (they were to be 'sharing' Louis said) but every time he did Louis slapped his hand away and Niall would retract it and cradle it to his chest like a wounded animal. 

"Who cares?" Niall finally tutted. Louis blinked at him, looking hilariously baffled. 

"What?"

"Who cares?" Niall shrugged his shoulders simply. "Think about it this way-you're sitting here, embarrassed because a group of story hungry reporters and crazy fan girls saw you trip and fall, right in the path of your former best friend whom is now one of the biggest names in all of Pop." Louis' eyes twitched. If this was advice, it was the worst therapy session ever attended, and he willed for his money back (though this was free). He wanted advice, to be comforted, not to have the entire experience relived through Niall's haunting and gibing words. "So who cares what they think? Those girls are what, five?" Louis shook his head. There were a lot of older teens within those crowds, definitely not the crazy hormonal twelve year olds most pretended they were. "And those reporters make everyone look bad." At least that was true. "And Harry? Well, he's just another big-name celebrity. They're normal everyday people with extraordinary jobs. They get hurt, cry, laugh, sleep and shit just like everyone else." A fond eye roll left Louis. 

"Wow, you almost sounded smart." Louis taunted him, flicking a chip in Niall's direction. The Irish lad, instead of letting it peacefully fall to the floor, managed to catch it in his mouth. Grinning ear to ear like the Grinch, he glanced at Louis and wiggled his eyebrows. 

"Mmmm," He exaggerated the moan at the flavor. "So gooooood!" Louis scoffed. 

"You are such a fricken weirdo, and I don't know why I talk to you." 

"You love meh, that's why." Niall stated, reaching over to grab a chip. This time, Louis just pushed the remaining chips towards him so he could finish it off. He had to try and at least keep his thin figure, or else he would end up looking like a bloated goat, and that would be almost more embarrassing than that fall. The memory resurfaced in his mind, and he audibly cried out in embarrassed, burrowing his face into his hands.