Tell Me A Lie -Larry Stylinson

Who Knew

A/N:

Just a heads up, the concert chapters will be short because theres probably going to one chapter per song performed so theres probably going to be quite a few but the last leg of the concert, i promise, will be huge, emotional, and possibly huuuge.

Harry's crown is on the side.

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Even after a full ten minutes, the initial shock hadnt worn off.

People were still flipping out, but we had to continue the concert.

We have a very, very  long set of songs, so we have to be as fast as possible.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and truned my head to see a head of blonde hair.

Pink drew her hand back and flashed me a soft smile, letting me know everything was ready.

After another round of cheering, I looked up into the lights and sound booth opposite and above the stage, giving a slight nod.

I had five minutes exactly to announce the next song.

"From the minute i confessed my feelings for Louis, everyone shot us down. It was before One Direction was formed, and everyone tried telling me that i would just get hurt. We were enemies fighting for the same prize. Then we were thrown into a group with four other boys, and i couldnt have been happier. We werent against eachother anymore, and nothing could stop us from being together. Who knew what harm three years of love can do?"

Suddenly, the lights were cut off and the stage was thrown into blackness.

I shuffled backstage, hastily throwing off my clothes.

I grabbed the outfit hanging on the door at the end of the hall, shrugging it on, opening the door and racing up a flight of stairs to an open floor.

I stepped into the small room, immediately being rushed at.

I counted four stylists in total, fixing my hair, adjusting my clothes, and redoing my stage makeup.

I looked down at myself while various wires were snapped onto me.

White paint on skinny jeans, a skin tight white shirt, and a white half leather jacket with silver zippers and  buckles decorating it to match my white knee high leather boots.

I shuffled over to the small vanity in the corner and swapped out my smoldering gold contacts to a shining silver set.

I took a deep breath, slipped the white rose flower crown onto my head, and opened the small door in the corner and onto a wooden beam hanging from the ceiling.

I felt someone slip something heavy onto my back, telling me the lights would come back on in five seconds and that i should get into position.

I closed my eyes, scrubbing away my fear, and stepped off the beam.

I bit back a small scream when i fell towardsthe ground, quickly saved by the wires connected to me and the giant set of wings on my back.

The intro to the song started, and the lights flipped on, showering me with twinkling white and silver lights, creating the illusion it was snowing softly.