Maroon (larry stylinson)

Prologue

this is my first fic and im so so scared. enjoy :)

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing from my bedside table. Blindly, I patted my hand around the cold hard wood until I eventually found the source of the noise. I slammed my hand down on the cold hard metal and listened with relief as the loud sound finally ceased.

I shivered and pulled my covers up to my chin basking in the warmth they provided. I reached over and grabbed my phone and was reminded that it was time to get up. I sighed and threw my covers off and slowly inched out of bed.

I quickly wrapped my arms around myself and walked over to the thermostat and began to bump up the heat. New York gets extremely cold in the winter, and it doesn't help that the apartment complex I live in is falling apart.

I made my way over to my bathroom and started the shower. As I let the water run, I begin to strip out of my black boxer briefs. I put my hand under the water and a chill is sent down my spine when I feel the icy cold water begin to hit my palm. Every day was a gamble on whether or not the complex would have hot water, today was not one of those days.

I quickly showered avoiding the water at any cost.

I exited the shower and swiftly wrapped a soft warm towel around my waist. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of khaki trousers and a soft green jumper. I put them on along with a pair of black converse. I grabbed my phone off the charger and headed for my small kitchenette. I pulled my tea kettle off the shelf and began filling it up with water. As I waited for the water to boil, I opened my phone and turned on my vocal exercise recordings.

I began to warm up my vocal cords as I stretched out my sore muscles. Once the water had finished boiling, I poured myself a cup of my favorite Yorkshire tea. I sat down on my small couch as I looked out my window. I have lived in New York for three months now and the view still amazes me.

I peered down at my phone and my eyes widened when I realized it was almost 6:45 and I had to be on the other side of the city for my audition by 7:00. I flew to my feet and quickly ran to the front door, grabbing my denim jacket as I dashed out of my apartment.

I exited the building and was met with the chilly air of New York. "Taxi!" I yelled, as I waved my hands around like a madman. It was no use. All the taxis ignored me. "Fuck it." I mumbled under my breath as I began to walk down the sidewalk.

I eventually made it to the audition building with five minutes to spare. I sat down in the waiting room that was filled with actors just like me, waiting for their big break. I was sure this was mine. All I had ever wanted was to play 'The Phantom'. I was determined to make this dream come true.

Sitting next to me was a young brunette girl. She was wearing black tights, a black miniskirt, a frilly white top, and a pair of Dr. Martens.

"Uh hey." she whispered.

"Hey?" I replied.

"My names Eleanor, I'm auditioning for Christine."

"I'm Louis, hoping for the Phantom" I said as I crossed my fingers.

"Have you ever met the director before? I heard he's quite a handful." She laughed.

I had never met Harry Styles personally, but I had always admired his work. I have been to almost every show he has ever directed and always dreamed of the day I would be able to work with him.

"Oh really? No, I've never met him. I'm sure he's a great guy." I responded.

"Miss Eleanor Calder?" a voice speaks.

"That's me." Eleanor squeaks.

"Follow me miss." The woman talking was dressed in all black and holding a clipboard.

"Wish me luck." Eleanor whispered quietly to me. She quickly stood up and followed the woman in all black into the audition room.

Eleanor seemed nice. She was pretty and poised, just as any Christine should be. I definitely wouldn't mind acting beside her.

Ten minutes later the audition door opened again, and Eleanor came walking out with a big smile plastered on her face. She began running over to me and started jumping up and down.

"Louis it went amazing!" She squealed.

"El that's amazing I'm so happy for you." I said excitedly.

"Lewis Tomlinson?"

I looked behind Eleanor to see the same lady from before standing there with her clipboard.

"It's Louis." I responded nervously.

"Oh, my apologies. Louis, we're ready for you." She said with a warm smile.

I looked back at Eleanor who was looking at me with an emotion I can only describe as empathy. I didn't even realize how nervous I was until I noticed the way I was absentmindedly fiddling with my fingers.

"You'll do great." She said with a sad smile.

I nodded and began to walk towards the door. The woman in black smiled as I reached her, and she handed me my audition number. I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw the number "28". Twenty-eight people had auditioned before me? I swallowed my fear and walked into the audition room.

This moment right now could be the start of something great.