Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter 10: The Water War

It was showtime, and the energy in the stadium was electric. The fans were out in full force, screaming and waving signs, holding up flashing banners, and practically vibrating with excitement. Louis had that glint in his eye—the one Savannah had learned to recognize over the years as a clear warning sign. When he got that look, trouble was brewing. And tonight? Well, tonight Louis had other plans.

As the lads launched into one of their biggest hits, Savannah watched from her spot just off-stage, camera in hand. She was here to capture the memories, but with Louis on a mission, she knew she'd end up catching more than she bargained for. Sure enough, halfway through the chorus, she spotted Louis reaching for a water bottle with a mischievous smirk that could only mean one thing: chaos.

And in true Louis fashion, he aimed it directly at Liam.

Liam, right in the middle of a note, got an icy splash across his face and chest. He spluttered, momentarily caught off-guard, and glared at Louis. "Mate, what the fuck?"

Louis only grinned wider, holding up the bottle and waggling his eyebrows. "Can't let you be the only one looking soaked and sexy, can I?"

The crowd was eating it up, roaring in approval as Liam shook his head and wiped his face. "You're an absolute tosser, Louis!"

"And you love me," Louis shot back, before taking another swig from his water bottle and spitting it, like some sort of twisted fountain, all over Liam.

The two were now full-on laughing as Liam lunged for his own water bottle, eyes narrowed like he was planning payback. Before anyone knew it, the "Water War" had officially begun. Liam aimed a spray right back at Louis, who danced around the stage, dodging like a lunatic, all while still singing into his mic.

Harry, Zayn, and Niall tried to keep their distance, but they barely had a chance. Louis spun around, cackling like a maniac, and shot a stream of water directly at Niall, who yelled, "Louis, you little shit!" before grabbing his own bottle in retaliation.

Savannah could barely keep her camera steady from laughing, catching every chaotic, sopping-wet moment as Louis turned on Harry and Zayn next. Harry tried to play it cool, dodging and ducking, but Louis was relentless. "C'mon, Haz! Thought you liked getting wet?" he taunted.

Harry, drenched but grinning, rolled his eyes. "Not when it's coming from you, you twat!"

Meanwhile, Zayn had tried—tried—to keep his distance, but Louis found him anyway. "Oh no, Zayn, you're not getting off that easy!" Louis charged at him, launching a stream of water right in Zayn's direction. Zayn groaned, wiping water from his face with a resigned look. "Unbelievable. I thought we were mature adults on stage."

Louis shot him an exaggerated, shocked look. "Us? Mature adults? Don't be daft!"

The crowd was screaming louder than ever, watching the world's biggest boy band turn their concert into a full-scale water fight. Between laughs and taunts, they somehow managed to keep up with the music, harmonizing even as they dodged, splashed, and soaked each other from head to toe.

Savannah caught it all, laughing so hard her sides hurt. She'd been to a lot of concerts by now, but this—this—was a spectacle like no other. And the fans were loving every second of it, chanting, laughing, and shrieking with every splash and spray.

As the final song ended, the boys stood on stage, dripping, breathless, and laughing so hard they could barely keep it together. Liam shook his head, pointing at Louis. "Never again, mate. Never bloody again."

Louis, unbothered and still smirking, shrugged. "Just another day of being a superstar."

The lads waved to the crowd one last time and sprinted off the stage, water dripping in every direction. Backstage, they were immediately handed towels by the crew, who were all grinning and shaking their heads.

"Louis, you are so fired," Harry muttered, trying to wring out his curls.

Louis just grinned wider. "Ah, c'mon, lads, admit it—you had fun! Besides, the fans loved it. Best bloody concert we've done yet, if you ask me."

Savannah, still catching her breath from laughing, chimed in, "You're all absolutely mental."

Louis threw an arm around her shoulders, giving her a playful squeeze. "And you bloody love it."

Savannah rolled her eyes but couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Yeah, yeah. But next time, maybe warn me before you decide to turn a stadium into a water park?"

Louis gave her a wink. "Where's the fun in that, love?"

As they made their way back to the bus, the lads pulled on hoodies and caps, attempting some form of "disguise" from the fans waiting outside. It was a poor attempt, honestly, given they were still soaking wet and laughing like lunatics, but somehow, they managed to slip through without getting mobbed.

Back on the bus, everyone collapsed into their seats, passing around sodas and rehashing the chaotic night. Niall ripped open yet another bag of crisps, shaking his head at Louis. "You're gonna get us banned from every venue in the world at this rate, you know that?"

Louis just leaned back, looking more pleased with himself than ever. "It's a risk I'm willing to take. Besides, can you imagine the headlines? 'One Direction Turns Concert into Splash Zone—Wet T-Shirts, Screaming Fans, and One Very Sassy Diva.' It's pure gold."

Liam threw a cushion at him, laughing. "You're insufferable."

"And you love me for it," Louis shot back, popping open a soda and leaning back with a smug grin.

Savannah couldn't help but agree. This was madness, all of it. But for now, at least, she was having the time of her life, drenched to the bone, laughing with her best friend and the biggest boy band in the world.