Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 24

I waited until Louis and Harry left the kitchen, laughing to each other about the future water fight. Once they were gone, I reached into my bag and pulled out my Sleeping Beauty script. It was weird. I rarely went anywhere without it now. Without it, I felt lost.

I was starting to fall back into acting again. The world of drama and theatre was sucking me back in. And I don’t know how I feel about it. What if I failed? What if another Chelsea came around and crushed my dreams? What if no one liked my acting, or thought it was horrid? I ran a hand through my hair anxiously. I wasn’t ready to do this. I couldn’t do this.

The kitchen door opening is what jolted me out of my thoughts. Hurriedly, I stuffed the script in my bag, and hid the bag under my arms. Louis walked in, carrying the orange peels from his eaten orange. “Hey, Cam,” Lous greeted, through away his orange peels.

“Hi,” I said halfheartedly, throwing on a fake smile.

“What’s wrong?” Louis asked, his eyebrow furrowing.

“What? Nothing’s wrong,” I said, laughing gently. Louis raised his eyebrows, and I sighed. “How’d you know?”

Louis crinkled his eyebrows and frowned a little. “I dunno. I just know that something was bothering you. So what is it?” he replied, sitting down on a stool on the island and looking at me.

“Louis, have you ever felt that you weren’t good enough to do the thing you love best? That your fears were eating away at you, and you felt like you couldn’t live your dreams?” I asked quietly, staring at my hands. I heard chuckling, and I glared up at Louis, who was trying to stifle his laughs with his hand. “Hey! This is not a laughing matter!”

“You’re right,” Louis giggled. “It’s just that you just reminded me of how I felt when I wanted to audition for the X-Factor. I felt nervous, and I was afraid the judges wouldn’t like my personality or my voice. I got bullied a little in school too because my voice was higher than the typical male’s. I didn’t think I could ever become a singer. But with the support of my family and friends, I auditioned, and look where I am now,” Louis explained.

I nodded and peered at him from under my eyelashes. “Did you ever doubt yourself?”

“Of course I did. I think everyone doubts themselves at one point. But then I realized that if I kept asking myself all of these “what if’s,” I would never get to where I wanted to go.”

I nodded again, taking Louis’ words to heart. He was right. I couldn’t keep doubting myself like this. If I wanted to be big in theatre, I had to start believing that I could. I had to face my fears and be strong, no matter the consequences.

“So why are you asking me this?” Louis asked, standing up and stretching his arms out a little.

“No reason. I’m just having one of those days, you know?” I made up, skirting around the real reason why I was having doubts.

Louis gave me a weird look, but nodded all the same. “Come on. Let’s go start filling the balloons. Harry’s filling and hiding the guns,” Louis eagerly said, tugging me by the wrist and out of the kitchen. I giggled as Louis as he tugged me out to the backyard.

Harry was sitting criss-cross-applesauce by the pool, filling water gun after water gun. His facial expression was serious, as if this was an actual war. I couldn’t help but laugh at his face, and his eyes darted up to me, one eye dipping in a playful wink. I blushed a little bit despite my crush on Louis. What can I say? Harry is an attractive fellow.

Louis tugged me over to the hose on the backside of the house. “Okay, do you want to fill the balloons or tie them?”

I was about to say I wanted to fill the balloons, but then I remembered the cuts on my wrist, and how the makeup would wash off if too much water raced over it. Even if I did have bracelets on, Louis would be sure to notice the scars. “I’ll tie them,” I offered. Louis grinned and nodded, rolling up his sleeves so that his clothes wouldn’t get soaked.