We Are A Secret, Can't Be Exposed. (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Prolouge

My heart was racing a million times an hour. My heartbeat was so loud I could've sworn it could be heard all across England.

Fingers trembling, shaking with nervousness. I've never felt this nervous in my entire life. Not when I had to do show and tell in fist grade, not when I had to discuss my report on pollution in secondary school, not even when I went on my first date with my girlfriend, Hannah.

In fact, I probably wouldn't even be here without her. Well, my mum too.

I had always loved singing ever since I could remember. I never thought anything of it though. Hannah and mum always told me I was good. I didn't think that.

Hannah was an amazing girlfriend. I loved her so much.  We had been together for almost a year now.

"Louis, you're next." The voice broke me from my thoughts.

I looked at the man who helped you get in stage.

I couldn't move, my feet were glued to the ground.

"Wha-" Was all I managed to get out of my mouth.

"It's your turn." He looked at with confusion in his eyes.

"Oh." I gripped the microphone that was in my hands tighter.

I walked up the stairs to get to the stage. I stopped just before the stage. About to face many people in the crowd, waiting for the next audition to come on, and the next audition was me.

I don't know why I looked back the man, for reassurance I think.

He gave me a small reassuring nod.

I took a real breath and started taking steps toward the stage, forward my future.

I stood in the middle of the red 'X'.

My palms were getting sweaty as the judges stated at me with their piercing cold eyes. 

"What's your name?" Simon said to me.

A big lump formed in my throat, making it hard too speak. I swallowed it and opened my mouth to speak.

"Louis Tomlinson." The scorching hot lights were causing sweat to bead down my forehead. I wiped it off.

"Alright what song are you going to sing, Louis?" Simon said causing my eyes to flicker back to his bored features.

"H-Hey There Delilah." I swallowed hard hearing the music start to play.

It felt like my heart was starting to beat right out of my chest.

I sang the lyrics the best I could. I think I sang my guts out with it.

The music stopped and I finished.

My eyes flickered back ton Simon. A look of hopefulness glistened I his eyes.

"Time to vote, Louie?" Simon looked over at Louie.

"Um, yes."

I looked at him in shock, I bet I looked like a took with my mouth agape and my eyes wide.

Next was Cheryl.

"Yes."

I grinned wide.

My eyes looked upon the king himself. Deciding whether I was going to the next level closer to my dream or back home, to resume my regular life with singing as a just a side note.

"Yes"

I grinned so wide I thought I was going to break my face.

"Thank you so much." I gripped the microphone between my not-so-sweaty-anymore palms.

I made my way back stage and down the stairs. The man that greeted me brought me into a hug, congratulating me.

After I broke out of the hug I took my phone out and rung Hannah.

"Hey babe, I-I made it." I replayed those words in my head, as they sunk into my brain.

I made it. One step closer to the finish line. One step closer to pursuing my dream.

"That's great, Louis." Her voice trailing off.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy for me, love?"

"Y-yes, of course I am. Listen-"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think we'll work Louis."

"What do you mean?" My eye brown furrowed.

"O-our relationship, I don't think it will work anymore. We're through  Louis. I'm so sor-"

"No. You're not. You don't care. You don't care that I did this for you. Why? Because I love yo-, I loved you." Tears were streaming down my face. Her words sunk in. They sunk in deep.

"By Louis." Her voice broke off the call. Taking a piece of my heart with it.

My fist clenched in tight balls. My lips in a straight line. Eyes squeezed together.

I opened my eyes and let out a breath.

I walked down the hall until I saw a sign that said 'Restrooms'.

I need to calm my nerves. I needed to wash my face, wash my tears, wash my pain away.

I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open.

I went up to the sink and placed my hands in the cold porcelain, looking up I took the mirror.

I notices my red eyes and rosy checks. I starred at myself feeling pain, hurt, self pity.

I was such a fool to give my heart to a girl that didn't even love me.

I turned on the water and brought my hands together and watched the water look into my cupped hands. I brought the water up to my face and washed away the tears, the pain. I turned off the water and went over to the paper towels.

I tore one off and dried off my face, placing it I. the bid after I was finished.

I dusted off my shirt, slowly walking at the same time. Just before I looked up I was bombarded with a hard object.

"Oh, sorry." I looked up to find a curly headed boy with piercing emerald eyes. He looked a little younger than me, but about the same height.

"Hi, I'm Harry." He smiled cheekily sticking out a soft looking hand.

"Louis" I grabbed his hand looking back at his beautiful green eyes- wait what?