Cloud 9

[C]loud 3

Naturally of course, hope sparked within me because when Louis Tomlinson says you look familiar- you better bloody react. But I dismissed it, if you expect nothing- you won't be disappointed.

"I just have one of those faces" I replied, struggling to keep my face neutral.

Louis apprehensively stared me down, his blue grey eyes nearly seeming hidden behind his cliché fan fiction feathery fringe. I almost wanted to reach out and touch it, it seemed so.. 2010. I mentally shook my head, it was 2010- and I just had to get used to the fact that Louis wouldn't have his quiff or his messy bed head look for another few years.

"Why are you staring at me like I have an extra head?" he questioned, eyes narrowed but happily curious. I quickly averted my eyes, staring down at my hands- playing with my beanie's loose threads, trying to seem preoccupied. My mind was racing.

Is it bad that even though I knew all odds were against me. I couldn't help but wish- no, hope- that I wasn't the only one with these memories? with these dreams? whatever they were.. that maybe Louis, or Niall, or Zayn, or even Liam could look at me and just feel all that's happened or will happen hit them like a tidal wave? 

I just didn't want to feel so alone.

I mean I know Liam looked at me and basically held a somewhat steady conversation with me and everything but maybe he just didn't try hard enough. Maybe I had to remind them. I had to try, right?

 "I don't know, I feel like you're familiar too... like we've met?" I murmured.

I tried to seem casual, but when he cocked his head to the side to get a better look at me I felt the hope well in me like a bubble. I wanted to grab him and yell 'RECOGNIZE THESE CURLS BOO BEAR- RECOGNIZE THEM NOW' in a crap carroty way that only he and I would've understood. Of course I didn't though. Instead, I smiled awkwardly.

"Wait yeah I do know you" he muttered, eyes flashing with something.

Recognition?

My smile widened, what felt like a bubble was expanding, filling my stomach up as if it was swarming with bees. He shook his head again and chuckled, "You're that weird kid that I met back home the other day aren't you? You dropped your beanie and said it wasn't yours, that's pretty odd mate" he shook his head, and instantly my smile faltered. 

I had noticed what caught his attention, the beanie that was in my hand. 

Stupid. 

Stupid false hope.

I ignored the kid jab, I didn't know which to be more offended to- being weird to someone like Louis who was only thirty seven percent normal or to being called a kid, or mate. For all he knew I was his age, which was... older than me yes, but still. I pretended to look confused.

"Don't know what you're talking about...mate" I muttered, shoving the beanie onto my head and washing my hands. I hadn't done anything but I still felt dirty. I wanted mate to have a discouraging effect on Lou but of course it didn't, he simply shrugged.

"Ah, whatever you say" he replied, eyebrows piqued.

I felt the awkward tension building.

"Listen, good luck on your audition- you'll be brilliant” I said, diverting the subject and my eyes as I turned to leave, but Louis chuckled in disbelief, causing me to spin around in curiosity.

"You haven't even heard me sing though" he said, eyes crinkled in amusement.

I shrugged, "I don't need too, it's about faith isn't it?"