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The rest of the weekend flew by. Much to my dismay Harry and I never got to see each other. I had called him on Sunday asking to hang out but he had to decline when Niall clogged their toilet when he attempted to flush Amelia's makeup wipes down the drain. Harry had to stay home while the plumber fished dozens of wipes out of the tank.
Now it was Monday and I was on my way to the theater like usual. I decided to use the front door this time. I swung the door open and was met with the familiar feeling of home. Everything felt right when I was in that theater. It was a place where I could be me, while simultaneously being somebody else. I walked up to the redhead at the counter.
"Good morning" I smiled sweetly at her.
"Oh, hey Louis." She continued staring down at her magazine and took a long sip from her Big Gulp.
"So, uh the big night is coming up soon." I tried to continue the conversation.
"Wow you get to live out your dreams while I'm stuck here dealing with stuck up 'patrons of the arts'. Yippee." She lazily pumped her fists.
"Ok I can tell this isn't going to work so I'm just going to go" I awkwardly pointed finger guns at her.
"Best thing you've said all day." She finally looked up and smiled.
I awkwardly laughed before heading backstage.
"Brr ahhhh. Mee moo. Eeee ooo." Eleanor paced around backstage lightly pressing on her throat while running vocal exercises.
"Good Miss Calder. Now try the line again." The voice instantly made me weak in the knees. Eleanor ran a piece of her solo and it was flawless. Once she finished, I watched as her face lit up and she went running into Harry's arms.
"Thank you, Harry! I can't believe how well that worked!" She said, clinging onto him.
"No problem." He muttered while awkwardly patting her back. She eventually pulled away and Harry wiped his hand softly on his jeans. Eleanor turned around and saw me.
"Louis! Did you hear that? I was fucking rocking it!" She skipped over to me.
"It was great El!" I exclaimed, pulling her into an embrace. I could see Harry smiling at me from over Eleanor's shoulder. I softly smiled back and did a little wave.
"I need to go talk to Amelia about my costume." She let me go and headed towards the costume room. I watched her leave before turning to face Harry.
"Hi." He said leaning back on the wall. I walked up to him grabbing the hem of his white t-shirt.
"Hi," I whispered. There was a new sort of twinkle in his eye. It was a look I had never seen before but god could I get used to it. He had a way of looking at me like I was the most important person in the room. No, more like the most important person in the world.
"Sorry about yesterday. I swear I'm going to kick that little leprechaun out." He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"No, you're not. You're too kind." I reached up and lightly caressed his cheek.
"You think too highly of me."
"Maybe" I shrugged. "But I'll be the judge of that." I cradled his jaw and leaned in. I watched his eyes close before shutting mine. As soon as our lips made impact it felt like fireworks all over again. He took control of the kiss, slowing it down. I heard the loud sound of a door slamming in the distance and Harry and I both scrambled to pull apart. In an attempt to 'play it cool' I picked up a playbill and pretended to read it. Harry took a much smarter approach and just pulled out his phone.
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Maroon (larry stylinson)
Fanfiction"The one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes, looked up at the sky and it was maroon." Louis Tomlinson is an aspiring actor living in New York. When he lands his dream role as 'The Phantom' in "The Phantom of the Opera", he is forced to endure...
