"Thank you so much for coming out, guys! Your support is everything to us, we wouldn't be here without every single one of you," Zayn said, his lips hovering inches from the microphone. I zoomed in on him as he spoke, thinking it would serve as good footage for the movie.
His little speech made the crowd go wild. I could hear the girls around me yelling various proposals and declaring their love for them. I pulled back the zoom and scanned the girls around me, zeroing in on a particular girl who looked to be about fifteen. She was holding up a "I love you Louis" poster and crying hysterically. I could never get used to the reactions of their fans. The fact that being in the same room as them and 20,000 other people made them react this way boggled me. But it was sweet, in its way. I made a mental note to get Lily tickets for the Chicago show, if possible.
"Alright, guys, we've got one last song for you. A personal favorite of mine," Liam grinned, wrapping his arm around Niall's shoulder. The rest of the boys joined in the huddle. Harry and Louis were on the end, linked together. I was fairly certain they hadn't spoken since this morning, since I had been with Louis all day, up until the very last second that I could be. But they were doing a good job concealing any hostile feelings they had towards one another. I knew Paul had delivered a pep talk of sorts, telling them to put whatever it was aside, and deliver the quality performance these girls were expecting. Their petty drama should not ruin any fans experience.
They were doing a good job, too. Grinning and laughing with each other so much that even I was convinced it was real. Perhaps Danielle was right and they really could make up at the drop of a hat. I hoped so.
They performed the last song with as much energy as the first, if not more. I made sure to get all the shots I needed, including the band behind them. Then after they were finished, said some good byes and the lights finally went black, I stayed out there, catching video of girls going wild.
"Alright, I think we've got some really good footage tonight," Phil said, having to lean in close and yell to be heard over the screaming girls. I didn't bother trying to reply, just nodded. So we packed up out stuff and were led through the packed crowd by security, until we reached the back door. We loaded our stuff back into the bus.
"Anything else need to be done?" I asked.
A small smile perched on Phil's lips. "No, we're good. You can go find Louis," he teased.
I didn't bother denying it because well that was my plan. Instead I said thank you and hurried off in the direction of the boys dressing rooms.
Louis' door was cracked open, and in my rush of excitement to tell him how amazing he was tonight, I just pushed it open.
He was sitting on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear, hunched over with his forehead rested in his palm. "I don't know...after everything..."
He looked up and saw me, his face paled considerably. "I have to go. Bye." There was no way he gave the person enough time to respond before tossing his phone down on the couch cushion. "Hey," he muttered, replacing his sad expression with a cheerful smile.
"Who was that?" I asked as I sauntered over to him, my curiosity getting the best of me.
Louis licked his lips and looked away. "N-no one," he stuttered, his fingers playing nervously with a loose thread on the arm rest.
"Lou...was it...was it Eleanor?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?" He snapped. Then he winced. "I'm sorry," he murmured quickly after.
