blue jeans [l.s.] (sorta discontinued?)

Part 2: Chapter 7

(London 2016)

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POV change: LOUIS POV

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I'm entering my third party of the week. As the door opens, the blaring music comes blasting into my ear. I look around the dark room fluttered with harsh lights looking for any of my friends. I can barely spot anyone, and if I do, they're too busy talking to someone, anyone else. The loud music and dimly lit room added to my sense of isolation. I feel like an outsider in a world I once found exhilarating.

I haven't found parties fun in a while, especially with all these people. They either thought they were better than everyone else, or they strived to be better than everyone else. I have it all, the adoring fans, the parties, all the great shit ( A/N: minibars, expensive cars, hotel room, and new tattoos, the good champagne and private planes). Despite all these wonderful things, I have become more and more lonely. The constant spotlight has disconnected me from the world I once knew. I don't have many friends, at least any that I trust, apart from Liam and Zayn, and there's always something expected of me. I long for the simplicity and authenticity of the life that I left so long ago, the people I left so long ago. I'm so grateful and proud of how far I've come, but I can't help but crave freedom, and forget about pressures.

"Hey, Louis!" I hear Lily say from the kitchen counter. Broken from my thoughts, I turn to face her and join in on her conversation with a celebrity I've probably heard before but can't remember their name.

The conversation goes on, I just nod my head and attempt to join in every once in a while. But with the loud vibrations, and blurring lights, it's hard to understand anything. But it doesn't even matter anyway, no one will remember this by tomorrow.

Amidst the blaring music and flashing lights, my attention was suddenly drawn to someone across the room. My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with the most captivating figure in the room. Harry. Harry stood there, looking more breathtaking than ever in blue jeans and a white shirt that perfectly accentuated his toned physique. The matured version of the 16-year-old boy I once knew, was enough to stop me in my tracks. My eyes burned with a mixture of disbelief and longing as I continued to gaze at him. I couldn't believe it, I really genuinely couldn't. It's probably not the best idea to stare, but I couldn't lift my gaze from his green eyes. To me, Harry had always been beautiful, but now he was something beyond that, something I couldn't put into words. I never thought it possible for him to become more beautiful than he ever was. His hair was much longer now, and it really suited him, and he had tattoos littering his skin. We mentioned getting tattoos before but I never thought he'd get that many. He didn't look as soft anymore.

As I began to approach him, I could see the recognition in Harry's eyes. He knew who I was, and for a moment, it seemed as though time had stopped. But before I could reach him, Some blonde guy whisked him away, wrapping his arms around him protectively, and looked back with a knowing look in his eyes. My heart sank as I watched the blonde closely, trying to decipher his intentions. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Has he moved on? Was that his new boyfriend? Of course, he would have moved on, it's been 6 years. It's my fault I haven't been able to seriously date anyone since. I watched the blonde, and as I got a better look at his face I realised who it was. It was Niall Horan, a new name in the industry, but a very popular one. Harry and Niall made their way to some seats far away from where I was. My thoughts calmed down as I observed Niall from a distance. He was at the bar, and it was clear he was flirting with Liam.

I knew I had no right to, but I wanted Harry back. Seeing him after all these years has made me realize how much I missed him. When I left six years ago, I repressed my feelings and made it my goal to forget him, I knew what I had done was wrong and I wanted no memory of it. But now all my feelings are rushing back, and I just want my Harry back.