We'd gotten it out at three, people were mad but it went up in the charts faster than the last one did. We're used to getting 10th or lower.
But we were 1st. We'd gotten there on the space of an hour.
So now we were in a bad, Daisy had dragged Louis to sing. Now I'm sort of drunk and starstruck. Everything new I learn about him just sends me even further down.
Daisy had said she'd sing with him, but she didn't, so now he's stuck singing on his own.
He was mumbling, he sounded good. Which isn't normal. I mean it was, but you're only good at mumbling and sounding good if you're great at singing.
He's pacing the stage with Daisy watching with a smile as she sits to the side.
He'd flipped her off but she hasn't a care in the world. "He's good." She mouths to me as the song picks up.
Both of us watching with our mouths open in shock. I'd expected so many things, but this wasn't one of them.
He was drunk so I'm not even sure he knows he's up there. But my god.
Some guy stood next to him had chosen the song and by the looks on his face, he didn't want Louis to win whatever it was that guy had planned.
I guess he thought Louis was shit, fucking dumbass.
Louis was a sad drunk, which worked for him right now. I did have to check a thousand times that he wasn't actually sad. But watching him sing this song with that much passion.
I'm questioning everything he told me.
He knew the guy, I wasn't sure what just happened but he knew the guy.
Every single high note he could've hit, he did. I don't think I've ever wanted to be a microphone so badly in my life. "What the fuck?!" Zayn yells.
I know he was mad at the guy, but the look and the whines were really getting to me.
He looked at me with a smile. "Oh, there is something I see in you. It might kill me, but I want it to be true..."
Dropping his arm, he flips the guy off, who seemed even more pissed by this point.
"Again!" Somebody from behind us yells, a unison agreement soon followed. "What? No. Come on.." he drops his head back groaning.
I blow him a kiss, which has caused some weird fit of giggles and laughs to lead him away.
Requesting his next song, which the dj gladly took. He dropped to the floor, laying down , just to show off even more than he had too.
Vienna by Billy Joel, who'd have thought.
He was drunk and spacey. He kept moving his head from side to side, tapping the floor along with the song.
This seemed like such a sentimental song for him and I felt awful for not knowing more.
And of course drunken me had taken this as a challenge. Pen and paper on the table, jotting down every question I could possibly ask to get to know him better.
Now he's sat with his legs crossed over, smiling to himself as he looked at me.
Taking the paper and turning it over, I wrote the first thing that came to my head.
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His eyebrows raise. I nod, sticking my thumb up like a fucking tool. He didn't say anything, but I gave him a smile anyway.
Going back to my questions. Leaving enough space on the crinkled paper for him to write his answers. Leaving that last question small enough that he can't see it properly without looking twice.
Soon enough I'd gotten so drunk that I'd blacked out and ended up with ice cream, stood on the sand with the others around me.
They were off on their own, doing weird shit for whatever reason. "Did you steal that pen from the bar?"
"Shh, it's fine. I had- have written questions. For you." He hums. "Really? Okay."
"One item on an island, what are you taking?" He pouts. "You." I nod. "Nice. One song you wish you'd heard sooner?"
"Mmm, the man who can't be moved." We both laughed. "Good one. Big house or little house?"
"Little. With a bunch of shit to make it hard to know where to look." The biggest grin on his face. "One book you want to read before you die?"
"Not really into books, probably.. uhm— Alice in wonderland." I nod. "It's good. Favourite holiday? Or- time of year."
"Probably Christmas. I, love, Christmas." His eyes were lit up. "Favourite place on earth?"
"This beach." He was quick with these. "How many kids did you want?"
"One." I gasp. "Me too. Oh my god. Okay, favourite movie?" This was important. "Before sunset." Oh god, I'm done for. "Favourite tv show?"
"I don't watch tv shows, probably teen titans." He laughs. "Favourite utensil?"
"Spoon." He answered that so fast I couldn't even get my mind around it. "Favourite dish wear?"
"Bowl. Big cereal lover." I hummed in approval. "That brings me to my next question, I started getting hungry here. Favourite food?"
"Oh god, uh.. fries- the cross ones, with.." he squints. "The fuck are they called? The little pizza things."
"Oh they're so good, favourite candy- not ice cream, that's not a candy." He huffs. "Sour patch kids. Favourite cereal is coco puffs."
"How'd you know that?" He shrugs. "I just know you." I roll my eyes. "Favourite planet?" He tilts his head. "Guess."
I thought about it for three seconds. "Jupiter." He nods. "How'd you guess that so quick?"
"I don't know. Okay, if you had to choose one song to wake up to everyday, what would it be?" He gasps. "Oh my god, holy shit, I'm so serious when I tell you I have waited for this question for years, this is the day by the the."
"I don't know that song." His eyes went wide. "Oh my god it's one of my favourites of all time, thinking about it now I think it might be my favourite song. Forget everything I've ever told you, that is my favourite song."
"Noted. Favourite shop?" He points behind him to the ice cream store. "Figures. That's all I have for now. I'm done."
I shove the paper into my pocket. Kissing him with my drunken head spinning. "You're my favourite." I mumbled, kissing him softer so that I didn't hurt him. "Favourite what?"
"Everything. You're my favourite everything." He kisses my cheek. "You're so drunk it's unbelievable."
"You wanna sleep with me yet?" He gives a fake laugh. "I'm kidding baby. I swear. Life's too short to care. It was a stupid bet."
"I'll still be making up for it until I die." I hummed. "I think I'll just forgive you now and have you live forever."
"Not how this works." He really wasn't that much shorter than me, all this time I'd just had it in my head that he was miles shorter. But he's a couple inches shorter.
A couple inches is a lot to a few, but right now it feels nice. "I was serious about marrying you Louis. As stupid as it sounds, I think that if I don't marry you then this will end up being something I have to look back on. I don't want you ending up in the back of my head as a stranger. You don't have to say yes at all, that's not what I'm doing, I just, I don't want to lose you."
"Tell you what, we'll keep it as it is now, okay? And if you feel the same way next week, when you're sober and have your head on right, find me. Okay?" I nod slowly. "Does that mean you'll marry me?"
"Ask me next week." I hugged myself into his shoulder, holding him as tight as I could. "I want to ask you right now." I kissed along his neck. "Next week, ask me then."
