According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 (Make sure to read the lyrics, they are adjusted to fit the story.)

                                                                                "And let's all give a round of applause for the Power House Girls." I cheered from backstage, clapping. They were all 12, but they were pretty talented and it must have takena lot fo courage to go on stage and sing it. I watched as they walked off stage, all of them hugging each other.

                                                                                 It was finally the time for the competition, and I was shaking. There were four more bands ahead of us, including the Rogue. All of my band mates were fixing their instruments, tuning them and everything, but I was just standing backstage and watching the competition. Doing vocal exercises didn't help anyways.

                                                                               The next band was a group of boys and girls, all wearing black leather and had a lot of piercings. Considering the fact that they looked like they were a bit younger than me, I really hoped all of the piercings were fake. I watched as they set up their instruments, and I cheered for them when nobody else in the audience did.

                                                                             Turning around, I looked down at me mum. "I'm just going to go use the restroom real quick, yeah?" She nodded, smiling at me. "Make sure to fix your hair, it's a right mess." She kissed me on the forehead, causing me to blush as I walked down the small hall to get to the restrooms.

                                                                            There were a lot more people here than I had expected. A lot of kids from my school and all the local public schools were here, as well as all the teachers, parents, and local club owners. I knew there were a few musicians here who were looking for young teens to teach to sing, so I hoped they picked me.

                                                                            The halls were all decorated, a lot of glistening streamers and metallic papers. "Big Musical Competition-Not too late to sign up!" Posters were posted throughout the hall, and I chuckled, thinking it might be just a wee bit too late for anyone to get their band in to play.

                                                                            I walked into the bathroom, quickly going into a stall and using the loo. I hated using urinals, as I was a bit overly self-conscious. I zipped my pants up, heading out to wash my hands when I saw Louis looking in the mirror, applying a bit of eyeliner.

                                                                         I pushed past him to the sink. "This isn't a drama show, it's a concert." I said cheekily, shocking him. He looked down at my outfit, probably a bit surprised. I was wearing my tightest pair of black skinny jeans I owned, matched with a Ramones shirt and a fedora. Normally I just wore a flannel shirt and some comfy jeans, but today I felt...different.

                                                                           He was wearing his normal red jeans, except he had paired it with a blue blazer on top of his stripey shirt. M heart ached, and i wanted to rip that shirt off of him like i had done so many times in the past month. I took a deep breath, turning my head and ripping my eyes off of him to wash my hands.