No Control >> Louis Tomlinson

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' One direction singer panics on stage,  fans fearing illness.'

'Louis Tomlinson has panic attack on stage, way too much stress, or drugs?'

'Is this one direction singer mentally ill?'

"Bullshit! Utter Bullshit!" I cursed, as I surfed from channel to channel. Same goddamn news, presented in a million ways.  Each lying more than the last. Each hurting more than the last.

Yeah, you heard me right. Or rather,  read it right. These allegations and speculations hurtled at Louis hurt me too. Because I knew what was the actual truth behind it. I knew that Louis just was overwhelmed because of so many people present in an arena closed off from all sides. Not to forget the thousands or so girls screaming their lungs out. As the news channel continued making up stuff, I desperately wanted to conjure up a baseball bat and smash the television screen into bits and pieces, while Louis and Liam bustled about the dressing room. The volume of the television was low, so that they, especially him, couldn't hear. I won't let anyone have another panic attack now.

"Okay, guys! Just knock it off!" I yelled at Louis,  as he brushed past me for the nth time, holding what seemed to be a water gun in hand.

Gotta say, Louis has been really strong through all of this. He put it behind him, and now was trundling through life all the same. I tried to talk to him about it, but he waved me off saying, "Don't faff about me, go do your thing."

So I did.

"Louis, I swear to god!" I complained, as a squirt of water landed square centre of my forehead.  "It's just an hour before the show! Don't tire yourself out!" No body heard me.

"You too, Liam! "

I sighed, exasperated. Even if belonging to a world famous boy band,  they're always going to show their roots. Portraying themselves as much like zoo animals as possible.

"What the actual heck is going on?" Niall yelled, as he finished dressing up, and all commotion stopped.

I want to applaud.

"Water fight!" I wailed. "I can't take this anymore!"

A smile slowly crept across louis' face. "That's what she said last night."

"Louis, ew. Shut up." I chided him in disgust.

Louis shook his finger and asked me to grow up as quick as possible. After a full blown and very offensive argument about my adulthood, they finally decided to get ready.

As Louis was about to walk off, I remembered something and pulled on his sleeve.

"Oh, now, what is it that you want, child ?" He spat. Somebody's a sore loser.

"Are you, you know, ready to face the crowd again? It's been a week, but the topic is still fresh."

Louis smiled huge, his eyes crinkling up and his nose scrunching. "Don't worry! I'll be okay!"

I smiled back. "Okay, just checkin', " I said, and turned to  leave.

I just hope nothing else goes wrong with him. No, I don't mean it in a bad and insensitive manner.  I mean to say I hope he feels better. It must be so embarassing to break down like that in front of people. People as in fans, and blood-thirsty paparazzi.

After having a really late night meeting with Simon Cowell,  we decided to release a statement, truth about the actual situation.  We explained how Louis had a panic attack, as he was simply nervous, and that he was fine now, and trying to deal with it all. The fans obviously were worried, but a tweet or two from Louis seemed to calm their nerves. So, onwards for a new show!

"Okay, I'm ready!" Louis announced, dressed up in a black t-shirt,  black skinnies, and his usual vans. Liam, Niall, Harry and Zayn had went up the stage, to observe the crowd from hidden rendezvous.

"Seriously, Louis? You just changed clothes and combed your hair back, and even that took you thirty minutes?" I scoffed, flipping through the set list.

"Well, you're not a pop star,  so you wouldn't know much about it." Louis sassed,  and walked off.

"Okay, it's five minutes for stage, don't walk off!" I yelled behind him. He stopped, turned his face back to look at me, without actually moving his body.

"Okay, boys." I said, as the band huddled around me. "I don't think I need to give you a lecture about being on stage. You already know more about it than I do." Everyone smiled.

"But if anyone feels they're tired, frightened or sick, whatever, just come back stage. It's okay, really. No need to push yourselves. Please." Louis looked up at me with big, deer-caught-in-the-headlights- sort of eyes, and I nodded.

The boys thanked us, and began their nerve-wracking journey towards the stage. Before leaving, Louis cornered me, and said, "I'll keep that in mind, don't worry. I'm okay."

I hope so.

Louis

As I ran back in the wings, I felt like jumping up and down and screaming. I made it through! I was so scared of having another one of those 'attacks' on stage. But everything went smoothly. It was as if those terrible five minutes never took place. I was confident like always, and had the time of my life. Again, as always.

And there was one person to thank for it- Shiki. Now, I know, it seems nothing major. She just visited me at night after that shiteous concert, and gave me a pep talk. However, I know I've said this earlier, her presence comforted me. I don't think I would have been as good as new if it wasn't for her. She handled everything quite well, the media side of it all. Quite a pro. Paul picked a good assistant

I should give her a treat for this. Take her out to dinner or something.  It will be quite fun, just her and me. We can think of it as a..date.

I gotta talk to her.

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The next chapter should be interesting... (;