We decided to go on tour together as his albums, from the begging, was meant for two.The first day of tour felt like a whirlwind.
Louis and I had spent weeks preparing, making sure everything was perfect. His new album had dropped, and the excitement in the air was palpable. We were in this together now, both of us walking the fine line between love and music. We had rehearsals, photoshoots, interviews, and more. But the best part? We had the stage, and we had each other.
On the bus, we couldn’t help but laugh at how cheesy it all felt. Everywhere we went, it was like we were living inside a music video. From the first concert in London to the neon lights of Paris, everything felt like it was part of some romantic script.
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We were back at the hotel in Barcelona, getting ready for the evening's performance.
“I’ve got a song idea for you,” Louis said, grinning like a kid. He was in the middle of the bathroom, staring at his reflection while fixing his hair.
“Oh yeah? What’s it about?” I asked, lying on the bed, scrolling through my phone.
“It’s cheesy,” he said, already smirking. “But that’s what we do now, right?”
“You’re right,” I replied, sitting up. “It’s like we’re the stars of a rom-com. Go on, hit me with it.”
He turned toward me, his face glowing with excitement. He strummed his guitar, and the sound echoed softly through the room as he sang, half-serious, half-joking:
"You’ve got me like a summer storm,
Falling for you, the calm before,
We’re just two hearts, no more and no less,
Running wild, we’re a love-struck mess."
I laughed, clapping my hands. “Oh, that’s so cheesy! I love it!”
He smiled, completely unphased. “I thought you might. You know you’re the muse for every song I write, right?”
“Lucky me,” I teased. “But I think we need to do something extra cheesy to top that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”
I walked over to him, reaching for my own guitar. “I’ve got a little something in mind for our encore tonight.”
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The concert was amazing. The fans were electric, and the chemistry between us on stage was undeniable. As we finished the set, I turned to Louis, and he gave me a wink.
“You ready for the best moment of the night?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.
I grinned. “Born ready.”
The band kicked in as we both started singing:
"We’re like a movie, you and I,
Two hearts in the sky, flying high.
No plot to follow, no script to know,
We’ll make this story as we go."
He kissed me.The crowd screamed, and I couldn’t help but laugh as we harmonized. It was silly, it was romantic, and it was perfect. The audience ate it up, their love for us pouring through every note. We were living the dream, playing our love story out loud for everyone to hear.
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Later that night, after the show, we found ourselves on the bus, parked in some quiet corner of Amsterdam. The night was winding down, the buzz of the crowd slowly fading.
Louis leaned against the window, his face serious for the first time in a while. I joined him, sitting across from him as he fiddled with his guitar.
“So, what happens after this?” he asked, his voice quiet.
I frowned, not entirely sure where he was going with this. “What do you mean?”
“This tour’s been incredible,” he said, meeting my gaze. “But it won’t last forever. So... what happens when we’re done? What comes after? Because I’m not just asking about the music. I’m asking about us.”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. We hadn’t really talked about the future. We were caught in the whirlwind of the present, and I didn’t know how to answer.
“Louis, we’re living the dream right now. I don’t want to overthink it,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “But I guess... it’s hard to imagine what happens next. This tour is just a part of our story, right? What if we both end up wanting different things?”
He sighed, placing his guitar down on the table between us. “I don’t want to lose you, Isabelle. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. I don’t want this to just be a phase. I want something real, with you. But we both know this life isn’t easy. The industry, the tours, the fame—it’s all consuming. And I’m not sure where we fit into it after all this is over.”
I leaned back, thinking. “I’m scared of that too. It’s hard to imagine life without this. But we’ve been through so much, Louis. We can make it work. We’ve always found a way. I’m just... I guess I’m scared of what comes after the music. After the spotlight.”
He took my hand in his. “We’ll figure it out together, okay? Whatever happens after this, we’ll face it as a team.”
I smiled, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure what the future held for us. There were so many possibilities, but none of them seemed certain. The music was our glue, but when the music stopped, would we still have what we had now?
“You know, if we make it through this, we’ll make it through anything,” I said, squeezing his hand.
Louis smiled back, though there was a hint of worry behind his eyes. “I just want to make sure we don’t get lost in it. We can’t forget what really matters.”
