Stay Strong

Chapter 9

Louis just threatened Harry. That was.... unexpected, I always thought Lou and Harry were the perfect little bromance that never had any problems. I was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized quietly, I didn't know what for. I wasn't the one who kissed Harry.

“It’s fine,” Louis muttered, not making eye-contact. He got up and walked over to the small spillage of beer on the ground. He started picking up the pieces of glass from the smashed bottle.

“Please don’t be all grumpy like this at your show. Thousands of girls are wanting to see you guys smiling and having a good time,” I begged him as I walked over to help him clean up.

“I won’t,” He answered as he mopped up the spillage with a cloth. Grumpy sod.

“Louis, get over it. It meant nothing,” I said with a slightly annoyed tone.

“He is Harry fucking Styles, the boy that can get any girl in the world. Why would he be so selfish and go for the girl I really like? Surely he has some sort of respect and decency!” Louis snapped back, I could see he was trying to fight back tears.

“Louis,” I said with a soft sigh as I leaned in, placing my hands on his cheeks. I kissed him hard. He ended up falling on the ground with me on top of him. Louis didn't pull away, he just kissed back. I smiled slightly as I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip, pleading for entrance. I allowed him and let our tongues explore each other’s mouths.

“Lara, I want you,” Louis moaned as we kissed, pulling my body down against his. I could feel a bulge in his pants which made me blush.

“No,” I said as I pulled away, “Not here. Not on the flippin’ floor.”

“Let me show you to my room!” Louis said excitedly as he got up, fixing his hair.

“You chancer!” I dramatically gasped, punching his arm.

I walked back to the couch and Louis joined me. I noticed he was pouting and had his arms folded like a little 5 year old. That was his mental age.

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching ‘The Lion King’ and eating pop-corn. Which was a better alternative than sex.

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“You are on in 5 minutes,” I heard a voice say. I was sat in a room with the boys, Danielle and a bunch of stylists.

I scrolled through my twitter news feed. I had 273,879 followers and a whole bunch of notifications. I found out that all of the boys had followed me on twitter thanks to all the crazy fan-girls tweeting  ‘OMG ONE DIRECTION FOLLOWED U!!’ ‘U R SO LUCKY OMG OMG’.

I felt my lips curve into a small smile as I read Louis’ tweet ‘Watching lion king with @laraforrest.’ He also put a picture of me with tears in my eyes when Mufasa died. ‘Sneaky pic of Lara crying at Mufasa’s death.’

I replied quickly ‘@Louis_Tomlinson: you cried as well! xx’

I watched as Louis checked his phone, he turned to face me and gave me a smile.

“You are on boys!” I heard the same voice again. Must have been Paul.

The boys ran out after thanking the stylists and saying bye to me and Danielle.

Danielle and I chatted for what seemed forever, half way through the show Perrie showed up and I got introduced to her. We all three chatted for a bit before Danielle decided we would watch the boys sing their last song of the night; ‘She’s Not Afraid’.

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“1... 2 ...3 ...GO!”

We where sat in the front row with a bunch of screaming die-hard fans.

“She sneaks out in the middle of the night, yeah,” Harry began singing. His eyes scanned the crowd until his eyes locked on me.

“Tight dress with the top cut low, she’s addicted to the feeling of never letting go,” He sang with a smirk, eyeing my hungrily.

“She walks in and the room just lights up but she don’t want anyone to know,” Louis sang, also watching me.

“That I’M THE ONLY ONE that gets to take her home,” Louis sang, clearly aiming it at Harry.

The boys continued to sing until it came to Harry’s solo again.

“I can’t let her get away from me,” He sang, gazing in my direction again. Louis scowled, he was going to snap. Thank god this was the last song.

“Thank you Florida! We love you!” Niall shouted, everyone screamed.

“Byeeee!” Zayn sang with a goofy voice, wearing a bra on his head that he found lying on the stage.

The boys all waved and left the stage.

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“I have to see Lou,” I whispered into Danielle’s ear.