Love of my life

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"I love you" I say to the beautiful green eyed boy in front of me.

"I know... I love you too" He says with tears brimming his red eyes. He looks so broken and it kills me to see him this way.

"Then why are you crying, my love?" I ask as the tears finally escape and trail down his beautiful face. The way he looks at me like he's desperate is like a bullet to the heart.

"Is... is our love enough?" When a minute passes and I don't respond, he runs away from me before he stops, crouches down and the thing that comes next makes me feel like I lost everything I'd ever had, unlearned everything I'd ever learned. The loud screams and sobs coming from the love of my life.

"Hey, Lou! Wake up, baby" I hear as I slowly start to wake up and words start to make sense. It's X-Factor day.

"Mom... morning" I say groggily. The window is being opened by my mom while she gives me a sweet smile, I love her.

"It's X-Factor day, love, how are you feeling?" She asks with that worried but sweet tone she always uses.

"Uh... I'm okay, yeah, nevous, I guess" I say sitting up in the bed, the sheet falling onto my lap, revealing my chest.

I signed myself up in this thing called X-Factor to sing there, I think I have potential and I'm very confident, but I am scared about what the judges might say, wanting to admit that or not.

I've alwyas liked artistic related things, and ever since I acted on my school's musical remake of Grease, I've been more constantly reminded that, apparently, I can sing. Pretty well.

Singing is fun, and I enjoy it. My hopes for the X-Factor are nothing more, nothing less, than having fun, and seeing what they have to say about me, of course.

Jay leaves the room after she sits down on my bed and just tells me the same thing she's been telling me over and over again for the past few days "You'll do amazing, because you are amazing, and if they don't see that, then it's their loss". I thank her, and she announces that breakfeast is ready, and we should leave in 40 minutes.

I put on an outfit that I think suits the occasion, but I'm not very sure, my sisters surely are, the moment I walk downstairs. Oh, how I love having an army of sisters that tell me if I'm "wearing the wrong thing at the wrong time" and that I should "get up and change into something proper, dumbass"

And that's what I did, a sister approved outfit: light blue button up, navy blue tie, a cardigan and jeans. If they say it's good, I guess it's good.

"Hey, dickhead, ready for the shitshow?" Lottie asks. She wasn't downstairs for breakfeast so I see her as I walk back up into my room.

I'm the oldest child, and she's the oldest of the girls, so we normally attack each other like that, no one really minds at this point.

"Sup, asshole, I very much am, for your information"

"'Kay, I'm actually hoping you do good out there, make us proud" She snaps out of our little joke and says with soft eyes, meaning every word.

"Thanks, sis. I'll do my best, you'll see" I say as we do our special handshake.

"Okay, I'm going back to sleep, when it's time for your audition I'll wake up and see it on the TV, okay?" She says over a yawn.

"Of course, love you"

"Love you too" She says the second I close my bedroom door.

I enter the X-Factor after queuing for at least two hours. Who would've thought these things took ages to just walk in. But I did, that's what matters.

"Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson, I'm here to audition as a solo artist" I tell the lady that was at the reception. She looked kind, but like she really didn't want to be there.

"Hi, here's your number, keep that with you at all times, okay? Can you just show me some ID please?" She asks handing me a number plate, it read 155204. I show her my ID and I have to enter another queue! What is that about?!

After a few more hours (the struggle is real, don't recommend) I finally enter the backstage area, where I'm separeted from my mom.

I see a bunch of boys and girls talking and suddenly I feel left out. I've never really been like this, feeling excluded, I always am the one including people, but my nerves were making me uncomfortable. Normally I would just walk up to any group of people that looked kind, but something holds me back, and I just stand in the middle of the room, alone.

I walk to the bathroom so I wouldn't feel so bad in a place where everyone had someone to talk to except me.

As I walk in, I feel myself getting fifty times more and more anxious and nervous. What was I even doing here? This was a stupid idea.

I stand in front of the urinal to, well, pee, but the moment I do so, a boy stands right by my side and I trip and, accidentally step on his foot.

"Oops!" I look at him with red cheeks.

"Hi!" When the beautiful boy turned to look at me with a gentle smile and relaxed expression on his face, my world crumbled at my feet. I had never ever belived in love at first sight, until he came around.

He was a boy at around 16 years old, the cutest little curly hair ever, and he had these rosy cheeks. And he had endearing bright green eyes. He was beautiful. The most beautiful person I'd ever seen!

I felt my cheeks flush at the thoughts going through my head... he was a boy. How could I be so moved by a boy if I was a boy myself? But that didn't matter at the time. He was so cute and he had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I had to get to know him.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming" I hit myself on the head mentally for stuttering, my cheeks burning like they were actually on fire.

"Don't worry, it's okay!" He says with a dismissive and dimpled smile. How could someone look so good so effortlessly?!

He started doing his thing and I focused on mine, setting up a mental boundary not to look.

We both end up walking towrds the sink together and while we do I see his hands shaking. He was playing it cool but I could see he was nervous as well, maybe even more than me, but he didn't let it show. So I got every single ounce of courage I had and just let the words come out of my mouth:

"Hey, what is your name?" I ask him, mentally praying that my cheeks weren't as red as they felt.

"I'm Harry... Styles" He said so cutely. To me, every single tiny thing he did was cute and pretty, how does one get to this state?!

"Well, hi, Harry Styles! I'm Louis Tomlinson" I say confidently when on the inside I was freaking out.

"Hey, Louis. What are you doing here? I mean, what are you here for? I mean, this isn't coming out the way I wanted.." He trails off. He was so endaring I had to forcefully stop staring at him the way I was, I was almost drooling. What type of witchcraft did he have?

"You're so-" I stop myself before I regret it "What I meant was that I'm singing" I say. If my cheeks were burning before they certainly incinerated by now. One thing that brought me comfort was the fact that he was also blushing.

"Oh, nice, me too actually!" He said excitedly, with his little dimples showing up. He had his cheeks still red, making him glow, oh god, what was wrong with me?

"Oh that's just great! Good luck!"

"Thank you, you too!" He said looking down and walking towards the door of the bathroom. I couldn't let him go, I had to get to know him, talk to him more. He was so kind, so lovely.

"Wait, wait" I stop in front of him and continue "How about we, uh, walk around together? Before our auditons?" I ask, worried he wouldn't want to.

"Yes, of course, I'd love to!" He said with that smile that I had already grown so fond of. I really wanted to hug him, like, I really did.

"Okay, let's go so we have a little time!" I grab his hand in a platonic away and scurry down the hallway.

As I walk forward backstage I see him looking down at our intertwined hands and smiling with bright eyes. Oh my god, I thought, is he... does he like this too?!