The Look Of Love

Chapter 4

A/N: i do not know how the brit awards or any awards show work so i'm just gonna make up the order of events as i go along and do a little bit of research here and there. 

Updated A/N: I ended up looking up the brit award highlights and put all events in this chapter in order of that video. Took me way too long and i'm not sure why i did it but at least it'll make a bit more sense. lol.  

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We where driving for about half an hour before we arrived at the venue. We where quick to enter and, due to my faffing about back home that caused us to run a bit behind, where shoved onto the red carpet in front of the paparazzi even quicker. 

I've always hated that part of becoming famous. Fan encounters where fine and where mostly really sweet. However, it was the paparazzi that pissed me off. I felt like i had to act like a completely different person and hold up my barricades like the great wall of china or some shit. It sounds stupid but with the many forward and personal questions they ask, you have to adapt to saying stuff without actually saying anything. It's not like i change my personality or anything. I just talk very little about myself, and a lot about everything else.

Red carpets aren't bad, they're actually quite fun if you get into it. You know with the posing and stuff. Sometimes me and the band take it seriously, but other times we take the absolute piss and act like incompetent children. For example, if a photographer shouted 'over here!' we'd look in the complete opposite direction, just for fun. Or we'd just mess about so all the paps got where mugs of us laughing our heads off at each other . It's quite amusing how aggressive some of those people behind the cameras get. 

However, tonight wasn't one of those nights. At least not while we'd only had one drink. 

We where really proud of our nominations. So at least for the first half of the evening, we did not want to look like 'incompetent children' as i previously described us as. 

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Our time on the red carpet was over as quickly as possible. We had a few interviews there too which where only short. They all gave us the same compliments as everyone else like 'you guys look great' and 'somebody smells amazing' and then a few about our album, and then a couple about our thoughts on the evening and our 'competition'. 

After being nominated for the awards we where all too full of excitement to look into anything else. So we had no idea who our 'competition' was upon entering the award show, meaning our curiosity set in instantly. Once our interviews where over, we huddled in a corner chatting before Cooper yanked his phone out of his trouser pocket, with difficulty might i add, and searched up the other nominees. "Right so, our 'competition'" He mocked, before scrolling down the list of names. "Calvin Harris, Ellie Golding, John Newman and Sam Smith"

"What awards that for?" Dylan questioned. 

"Um, music video i think" Cooper replied, quickly glancing up at Dylan before glancing around the room at the many celebs, and looking back at his phone. "Right for British group it's......Bastille, Rudimental, One Direction and Arctic Monkeys."

"Well we've lost that one" Finn exclaimed, not seeming to care. "What makes you say that?" i replied, intrigued to know why he was so adamant. 

"Have you heard Arctic Monkeys' new album? It's insane. I'd be pissed off if we won over them"

"I adore the love you have for us Finn. But fair enough" Dylan chuckled and shrugged. 

"Have you heard it Dyl?" I asked, more intrigued now as Finn regarded them so highly. (It was rare to see Finn appreciate any musician if they didn't have an album released before 1995.) "Only the popular ones but they're good. Wouldn't be disappointed if they won it either to be honest."

I mumbled something along the lines of cool as i glanced around the room, lost in thought. It was then that i caught a stare from a set of eyes at the opposite end of the room. I couldn't see much of him as most of his body was covered by the rest of the people dotted around the room, however i could feel the intensity of his stare and it only grew once i reciprocated it. 

"FOUND IT" Conner half shouted, snapping me out of my staring contest with the stranger across the room. "Found what?" i mumbled, glancing back out into the crowd, hoping to find the person i was staring at before, but he was no where to be found. 

"The other nominees in our category" Finn filled me in. "oh right yeah what one?" "British single. The songs are the following:" Cooper said in his best game show voice, preparing himself for the long list of names he was about to read out while Dylan performed a mini drum roll . "Pompeii, I Need Your Love, White Noise, Burn, Love Me Again, La La La, Dear Darlin', One Way Or Another, and Waiting All Night" 

"You know i think One Direction might have us beat, that songs everywhere" Finn said, once again not seeming to care. Although, none of us where really bothered about winning the awards either. We where just proud to be nominated and i was happy to have an excuse to wear the ridiculously expensive dress that i'd never worn before. It was a win win situation, wether we actually 'won' or not. 

"Once again Finn, i love the confidence you have in us" Dylan sighed. We all chuckled at that and just as Cooper was about to shove his phone back in his pocket, he paused. "What about you Ri? Wanna know who your 'competition' is?" 

"nah i'm fine, i'll just find out when they announce it or something". "Ok, suit yourself" He replied, seemingly relieved that he didn't have to dig through another list. "Who wants a drink?" He offered, clapping his hands. 

"Finally, a good suggestion" I joked, turning to walk out of the room beside him. "When do i ever not make good suggestions?" "Hm i don't know Coop maybe when you decided to DESTROY my sweet collection?" i replied dramatically. "Nah i think that was a great decision actually. Right Finn?" He glanced behind us, looking at Finn expectantly. "Absolutely" He smirked, causing them to receive a small scoff and shove from me before we focused on finding our table in the crowded hall. 

Here we go.