Fall - Larry Stylinson

Fall - {Chapter One}

“Okay boys, listen up. You guys will be on five. Whatever happens up there, you guys have done amazing. Good luck.”

I’m so nervous. This would be a great cut. I don’t know if I’m going to make it or not. My competitors were all great. If I’m compared to them, I’m nothing. But I believe that I will make it. I will be the winner and be famous.

My knees almost gave out. And I can’t take it. I ran to the bathroom. Washed my face. Looking at my own reflection on the mirror. Will I ever make it? Well my middle name is WILLiam so I guess I will. Will I ever have a fan if I make it? What if I wouldn’t be that famous and I only have a small group of fan?

I washed my face one more time and grab a tissue on the corner of the wall. I turned around and my body hits someone else’s body.

“Hi,” he said.

“Oops.” He offered his hand and helped me up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.” The curly haired kid said. We stared at eachother. He had dimples on both side of his cheek. When I was about to say my name, the guy who told us the good luck thing showed up. “Boys, its your turn.” The curly kid left the room without saying anything. I shrugged and followed him.

All of the boys are on the stage. Waiting for their fate to be called. Not to mention there are only eight boys who will pass. I feel like all my chance are gone. As the judges called their names, my hopes are getting down. I just know that I didn’t pass. When they call the last name, it wasn’t me. The people who didn’t make it run down to backstage. Some of them cries, some just left. But then the guy tells us to gather again.

“Okay, can I have Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne and Harry Styles please?” I was beyond shock. What is happening? I bluntly ran up to the stage. Then followed by 3 other guys and the last one was the boy I saw in the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged. By his facial emotion, I could tell he was crying back there. Then 5 girls came from the other side of the stage.

“We decided to put you guys in two separate groups,” Nicole says. And I swear, the ten of us just jumped carelessly. Hugging each other. And the first person I jumped into was the curly haired kid. We both cried. Well all of us.

What I didn’t know, is this was the day where the complication began. The day I fall in love for someone. And its not going to be easy.

-          3 years later –

“No way! Oh my God. What happened to her after that?” Harry asks, laughing.

“I don’t know. I just left her there. I was like ‘whoa, get off me!’ and I ran away from her. If I know she was a crazy, I mean crazy crazy girl in bed, I’ll never, ever in a million years bring her into that room,” I look at his face. Its changed. The smile and the laugh is gone. Its replaced by a thick line of his mouth, his forehead frowning. He does this a lot lately when I’m around him.

“Hey, are you alright?” I said. Moving closer so I could grab his hand. He lift his head, and giving me the familiar grin he always use. I love his smile. It reveals the dimples like the one I saw that day when I met him. His smile could make girls and guys drooling over him. Like I did.

Yeah, like I did. I love his smile. I love his curly hair. I love his green eyes. I love his style. I love him. I’ve been in love with him since I first get to know him. He’s got that charm that will make people want to be around him. Wanting his presence. That easy and outgoing attitude of him made me fall in love with him. He didn’t know. Neither is the boys. No one knew. I’ve been keeping this secret for about two years now and I guess I’ll keep it this way.