Lou & Liv Trilogy (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Olivia's P.O.V.

I swayed to the music backstage. The band was doing Rock Me at their concert and I had the privilege of staying backstage for this one. I had basically memorized the set list and knew they had a clothes change right after this song, so I could see Louis. They finished the final harmonization on the final chorus. The audience went wild, it was always a crowd favorite. One of the stage directors gently pushed me aside just in time for Niall to jump out, handing his guitar to people and ripping off his clothes. The rest of the boys followed. Niall was soon dressed and back out, ready to talk to the crowd.

“Hey babe.” Louis kissed my cheek while he unbuttoned his shirt. I handed him a water bottle and he sucked it down.

“You did amazing.” I told him. He just beamed. “Your solo was spot on.”

“Thanks.” He answered, pulling down his pants. I didn't really watch the other boys dress, because, well...that would be awkward. I just helped Louis get the right clothes on. They had a few seconds before they had to jump back out, so the four of them just kind of chilled.

“You're really sweaty.” I told Louis, ruffling his damp hair.

“Yeah, I figured.” He kissed my cheek again. Niall kept talking on stage about all sorts of different things. One of the other stage managers started shooing the boys onstage. “Okay, I've got to go.” Louis gave me a quick hug and then disappeared back onstage. I wiped some of his sweat off my hand. He can be really disgusting sometimes.

“You're a good supporter.” One of the female stage hands, Larissa, commented. I smiled.

“Thanks! I like coming to these.” I told her. I watched through a crack backstage as the boys jumped around on stage. “They're amazing performers.” I said, mainly to myself. Louis went out of my view and was replaced by Zayn and Liam singing, shoulder to shoulder. I smiled to myself, thinking about how proud of all these boys I was.

When Louis had came back from The X Factor, I became fast friends with all the boys. And then, two or so years ago Niall and I had dated for a short while. We both were over that, happy where we were. Zayn and I had a funny relationship. We didn't hang out much as just us two, but when we did in the large groups, me and him were really good at making puns back in forth. Everyone would always get mad at us, but we were really good at it. Harry and I were really good friends. We, surprisingly, had a deep friendship in which we could talk to each other about a lot of intense things. Liam and I's relationship is really weird. We're both really good at shopping together. Liam somehow always trusts me to help buy him clothes and then he helps me figure out what Louis would like on me. He's like the gay best friend I never had...although he's 100% straight.

And then were was Louis and I. We started as best friends, hardly able to picture a life of love between us. He had been my best friend since birth and we were inseparable. Everyone assumed we'd end up together but neither of us saw it. Then we started our 'friends with benefits' stage. Boy, that was awkward. Looking back on it, I realized what dumbasses we were. We were constantly unfaithful and it was just not a good time for us. It caused a lot more problems than it solved. I guess falling in love could be classified as a 'problem'. Then we dated. Then Louis made a movie. Then we moved in together. Then we went to LA. Then we had problems. Then we broke up. We broke up horribly. It was the worst possible break up I think anyone could ever have. Eight, agonizing months passed and we met again. We didn't get back together right away, but we had that familiar spark. Then we went back to LA. Then we had the pregnancy scare. Then we had the definitely-not-pregnant-but-you-have-fallopian-tube-problems to deal with. Then we were back together, normal and perfect. Falling in love was never part of the plan, but it ended up pulling together in a way that couldn't be more perfect.