A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Thirty

"Louis!!" I laugh, running down the corridor away from him.

"I'm gonna get you!" He playfully yells after me, his arms outstretched towards me. I laugh, dodging people and sound equipment as I make my way around to the dressing rooms. I hear him getting closer to me, and I laugh harder. I throw myself at the door, grabbing the knob. I twist it, but it doesn't budge.

"Ah-ha! I got you now!" He laughs, slamming into me. He knocks me back against the door with a thud.

"Got you." He whispers with a sly smile. I scrunch my nose up at him and he presses his lips against it. I hook my thumb around one of his belt loops and he sets his hands on my hips. He presses me back farther against the door and knocks our foreheads together. I stare into his crystal eyes, burning with desire. He slams his lips against mine, forcing them open. He grips my hips tighter and his mouth moves faster against mine. I try to keep up with him, but he's being to ferocious. Suddenly I feel the door move behind me, and I'm falling backwards, pulling Louis down with me.

"Urmmff." I groan as Louis lands on top of me.

"Awkward!" Marlene laughs, leaning over us. Louis rolls off of me, keeping his head turned to the ground. I jump up, catching Marlene by the hair.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Marlene?!" I yell.

"I needed to have a little fun before you guys fell apart." She laughs. I yank her hair again and she squeals.

"Leave us the fuck alone!" She bares her teeth at me like a rabid dog and she clenches her hands into fists.

"What ya gonna do, Marlene? Huh?" I taunt, pulling her golden curls more.

"Oh just wait till I get my hands in you!" She lashes out at me, but misses.

"Come on Marlene. You can do better." She lashes out again, but I push her away. She stumbles backwards against the little couch in the back, and she glares at me. Louis takes his chances and grabs my arm pulling me out of the room. He hauls me down the corridor away from the dressing room and towards the stage. I huff as he pulls me to a stop.

"That was uncalled for. Stay here, okay? Luke will meet you right here in a few minutes." He says, kissing my forehead before turning around and walking over to the other boys. I glare over at them and cross my arms over my chest, pouting like a little girl. The boys head out onto the stage and all the girls scream and yell. I huff again, rolling my eyes. Pathetic teenagers in love. Wait, I am a pathetic teenager in love. Oh well.

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I wait right were Louis tells me too, and sure enough Luke comes waltzing up a few minutes later.

"Amber! Ready for one last song in London?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, whatever." I huff, rolling my eyes.

"More conflict with Marlene? Don't let her get to you. Come on, we gotta go get ready." He says, pulling me around back towards the corridor. I follow him into his and the other guys dressing room, where he closes the door. Looking around, the room seems exactly the same as ours, except the guys' has a different smell.

"Oh god." I laugh waving my hand in front of my nose.

"Guys don't always smell pretty." He laughs at me, throwing me one of my show dresses. I catch it, and stare at him.

"What?" He says.

"You expect me to just change in front of you." I laugh and he blushes a little.

"Oh, yeah. Here I'll leave." He stutters heading towards the door. Once he's out I pull off my old dress and shimmy into my new one. After I've gathered the other dress I head back towards the door. I open the door and find Luke.