LOUIS' POV
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"Guys! Come on!" I got out of my chair and walked up to Bleu and Logan, who stood in the middle of St. Mary's stage in Building C. "Is it so hard to fake a flipping kiss?" I grabbed a handful of my light brown hair and sighed. The play's opening night was in three days and I was in charge of basically everything.
"Well it is kinda hard when I have a boyfriend!" Bleu threw her hands in the air, her thick Texas accent echoing off the walls. I looked at Logan who was bright red. Everyone knew that he had a girlfriend but he couldn't give up this role, even if he did hate Bleu.
"Again!" I turned on my heel and stormed back to my chair. "And if the scene isn't right this time, then we keep redoing it until it's fucking perfect. And action." Bleu grabbed Logan's hand and looked him in the eye. They recited the same lines they had recited time after time, but there was something behind it this time. They kissed and the lights faded out. "PERFECT! You can go home now." I patted Logan on back and gave Bleu a hug. I stayed after to clean up the set.
I was humming along to S&M, when I heard a girl scream from out to my left. I dropped the bag full of props and ran out in the hallway, only to catch a tall girl jump in front of a tall, blond boy whose arms were behind him, held by none other than Zayn Malik. I watched in slow motion as Harry Styles punched the girl full on in her face. She crumpled to the ground in a ball and Zayn dropped the boys arm and ran to her side. Harry stood shocked at what he had just done. The blond boy gathered all of his stuff and ran away. I started running to the circle that had formed around the girl.
"Kris?" I heard Harry say.
"What the hell?" The girl, Kris, was still on the ground except Zayn had lifted her face from her hands. I gasped. Her lips were swollen and her nose was bleeding. Her green eyes were red from crying and a bruise was forming on her left eye. I bent down and looked her in the eye.
"Can you drive?" she asked and I laughed. Nodding my head, I helped her up. She leaned into my shoulder. "Would you mind taking me to my home?" her lips barely moved, she was about to start crying.
"Sure thing, love." We turned away from Harry and Zayn, heading for the parking lot. She leaned on me the whole time. When we reached my car, a rustic thing that my mum had as a teen, I opened the door and helped her in the passenger side. I got in on the drivers side and turned on the radio. Heart Attack by Demi Lovato was playing.
"What do you like to listen to?" I asked as we pulled out of the school parking lot in the direction she pointed.
"I don't care." she sighed. "I find it weird how I don't even know your name and I am showing you were I live." I laughed.
"Louis, and I would hold out my hand but I'm driving so that's not a good idea." She laughed.
But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels
Yes you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand
You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show
