One Direction Imagines

Louis Requested Imagine: The ONE

Watching the kids quad biking, because I'm off CAMPING!!!! Woop Woop, and I get a lovely room to myself and can drink tea whenever I like, as long as I don't wake up the neighbouring leaders :S So, whilst I'm sat listening to the safety briefing, I'll think about this Louis Imagine and write a little bit when I get home :D

Gunna do another boys point of view because, well, I haven't really done many and it always feels awesome writing as a guy, because I feel like I think like a guy a LOT of the time anyway. (until I meet One Direction or Peter Pan and then I get all fangirly and cry and it just does not work out well. Defo not a pretty sight)

 

Louis' POV

It's only been three weeks since I saw her last and it literally feels like I've left my soul behind back in her room, back in her bed, just laying next to her, keeping her company, like I really should be.

My heart seems to get this twisted joy out of missing her, making me yearn to just touch her and breathe her in.

But I can't.

I'm stuck in this bloody tour bus, serenading delusional teenagers with my voice which is starting to tire of being in the background, wishing for its chance to break free. I need to escape, need to fly away, need to gain the courage to demand more for myself, to prove my point and make a change in the way I professionally live my life and make Management see the light. 

If she was here, I'd be able to do that. She would give me the underlying desperation for more, to make me grow and develop into something amazing, rather than half-arsed and lazy like I am now. She would provide me with a fortifying reason to be better and encourage my development at a faster rate then I thought was plausible.

Until I finally make it out of this overcrowded, testosterone pit, I have to survive knowing I will see her soon enough, even if it does feel like it will be an eternity, which it probably will be.

This is the only problem with being in the tour bus. I have too much time to think and it terrifies me endlessly, because thinking has led me nowhere; just further into myself, making me more of a recluse than I already am. I'm pretty sure the boys can tell there is something unnatural about me recently, but they now I won't speak my mind.

I only speak my mind to my Olivia, and that is why I miss her the most, because without her, I just bottle up, and it's exhausting.

~'''~

The concerts are the only things that are keeping me going because really, I do enjoy what I do, i just wish it was a little bit more unpopular.

I know that sounds ridiculous but it's starting to become uncontrollable. So many people believe they love us, even though they know literally nothing about the real us, just whatever Management put out about us, and they swallow it hook line and sinker.

Nobody questions the ridiculous rumours that are spread around about us, and then they bring up this shit when they meet us and we just have to smile and bare it, whilst Management count the unfair percentage that they take form everything we do.

They have us marketing a fucking PERFUME. Do you know what? It smells rancid; no wonder they call it an eau de toilette.

Anyway, now that we are performing, I'm thinking a little less about my Olivia and just enjoying the boys humour and outright retardedness on stage. I do love them, but they just get a little stupid at times, but then I do instigate a lot of the shit that happens on stage, so I can't really argue with them being ridiculous. I'm just no in the mood today to pretend to be happy.