Amid the bustling scene of a film set, Millie and I found ourselves perched on the sidelines, engrossed in the captivating dance of actors and cameras. Hours passed, witnessing the magic unfold, until the director's call for a lunch break punctuated the cinematic symphony. A producer, a conduit between the realms of creativity and administration, approached us with a purpose that would soon intertwine our destinies with two nonchalant young boys.
"Millie! Parker!" the producer exclaimed with an air of familiarity, ushering in a duo seemingly indifferent to our presence. "I'm thrilled you guys could join us. There's much to discuss, but first, meet some of the show's young talents. This is William, and this is Louis." The boys, expressions betraying a mild disinterest, extended polite smiles and hands for a handshake. While Millie effortlessly engaged with them, it was apparent that my non-Southern twang left them curious, navigating the unfamiliarity of my accent.
As the hours unfolded, Louis, in particular, became an unexpected chapter in the story of our trip to Rome. Lunches and casual discussions about the show ensued, followed by the exchange of contact information. Despite our limited time on set, Millie and I immersed ourselves in the vibrant company of Louis and Will, venturing beyond the confines of the set into the heart of Rome's wonders.
Alas, the curtain fell on our Roman escapade after two exhilarating weeks. Despite the absence of a significant plot twist in our careers, Millie and I departed with cherished memories. Louis, Will, and the camaraderie forged during those fleeting moments lingered in our hearts. The "Fabulous Four" emerged as a testament to the bond we had formed, sustaining daily communication across continents.
Returning to the familiar rhythms of life, I found solace in regular FaceTime calls with Millie and maintained sporadic conversations with Louis. As my fifteenth birthday approached, a new adventure loomed on the horizon, beckoning me to London at the invitation of Millie, now embarking on a project named "Enola." The prospect of reuniting with Louis, who had secured a role in the production, sparked a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation.
July 15th arrived as a milestone, not just for turning fifteen but for the journey that awaited me in London. The prospect of witnessing Millie's behind-the-scenes exploits and the anticipation of rekindling the camaraderie with Louis added an extra layer of enchantment to the occasion. However, beneath the surface, the complexities of teenage emotions stirred, and the undeniable truth of Louis being my first real crush cast a subtle shadow.
The anticipation built, culminating in a family trip to London. The prospect of my family meeting Louis, my sister's inevitable teasing, and my brother's well-intentioned advice on relationships unfolded as potential hurdles in my fifteen-year-old mind. Landing in London, the countdown to seeing Millie and Louis commenced. Eager to maximize every moment, I urged for an immediate reunion with Millie.
Our rendezvous materialized as Millie and her mom picked me up, whisking me away to their haven. In the confines of her room, the floodgates of my excitement opened, pouring forth a torrent of words. My enthusiasm for seeing Louis was unabashed, yet carefully tempered with affirmations of pride and support for Millie's burgeoning success.
As the night unfolded, time seemed to stretch its limits, and before we knew it, the clock struck 2 am. Plans for me to stay overnight crystallized, and we succumbed to sleep after hours of laughter and conversation. The dawn of the next day brought with it the promise of more moments with Millie, and the enchanting prospect of meeting Louis loomed on the horizon.
The narrative, however, took an unexpected twist when the revelation that my family and Louis's would convene for dinner unfolded. Panic set in; the magnitude of the occasion eclipsed even the grandeur of premieres or birthdays in my adolescent perception. I couldn't simply meet Louis – I had to be impeccable, especially in the eyes of his family.
An internal dialogue unfolded, a meticulous examination of my appearance, behavior, and the weight of meeting the parents. Nerves momentarily subsided, only to resurface with the ring of the doorbell. The imminent encounter sent a surge of embarrassment through me, prompting my brother's half-amused, half-exasperated reminder that, after all, Louis was just a boy.
The door creaked open, unveiling Louis on the other side. I surreptitiously positioned myself behind Millie, stealing glances as he stepped into view, an encounter that marked a momentous juncture in the pages of my teenage chronicle.
A/N - HELLO hi I know its so cringe her little puppy love and again, a bit rushed through but I just wanna get to their loveeeeeee! ALSO, i hate when bad things happen in movies and books that cause conflict in ppls relationships so for this story don't expect any crazy breakups or scandals 😁 also ik I use so many commas im sorry 😭 im writing this story as it's being updated so expect a lot of updates to anyone who reads this bc I dont wanna be like ok see u next week lol I just wanna get the story finished so it can be read :) OK BYEEEEEE!!
ps do we want any chapters in louis pov or anything retold in louis pov?? lmk
