Italics - flashbacks
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The show went great. From the audiences' reaction, they liked our version of When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. Being the band's girl vocalist, I changed some of the lines so when we introduced it to the people at the bar we named it as When I Was Your Girl.
I know, the title sucks but the lyrics weren't, so whatever.
"Do you know what it feels like to be in loved with someone?" He asked. We're laying on our grassy backyard in the middle of the night, staring at the beautiful night sky full of stars.
He came and threw pebbles on my bedroom window, teary eyed. Him and his parents were having a dinner which quickly ended with him arguing about something that his parents told him he didn't approve about. He walked out of their house and now he's here beside me, arms crossed under his head.
He didn't want to say what did his parents tell him that made him really upset. So I just let him drag me out of my bedroom and to our backyard.
"Why do you ask?" I turn to look at him. From where I am, I can see his beautiful features. His hair, eyes, nose and oh. His lips.
What. The. Hell. I turned again and look up at the sky.
"Nothing. It's just... I don't know. I think I have feelings for this one person and I don't know if that is just a crush or-"
"Love."
"Uh huh. So, do you know what it feels like?"
He propped up to his elbows to look down at me. I softly gasped from his sudden actions because he's just too close. I awkwardly cleared my throat.
"Actually, no. But from the books I've read, if you feel like there are butterflies erupting in your stomach or like, uh getting nervous w-whenever you saw her or talking to h-her, those are some of the signs that y-you're in lo-AH!"
He's been grinning at me since I started talking and now his mood is to tickle me. In the middle of the night. In the middle of our backyard. Where my parents could hear us. Or the whole neighborhood. Really.
"What the- Louis! Stop!" I erupted into fits of giggles, worried about waking my parents up because of me then will interrogate us what on earth Louis is doing out in the backyard tickling me to death. No, just no.
Somehow, he lost his balance and I take it an opportunity to tackle him to the ground. And thank God, he stops.
"Why did you tickle me!?" I hiss, placing my forearms on his chest.
"What can I do, you're just so cute I had to tickle you." He answered, placing his right hand on my waist.
My eyes widened and I can feel my cheeks burning red. I slap his chest -quite hard- but when I tried to get away, he pulls me down again by my waist with both of his hands. Half of me lying on top of him.
I subconsciously lay my head on his chest. He loves cuddling as much as I do so whatever.
"More comfy."
I didn't realize I zoned out standing beside the little table where my bag was when Chuck, the guitarist, called my name.
It wasn't the first time I zoned out thinking about the memories flashing back in my mind. Memories with him.
There was one time when we were in the rehearsals at Joel's place, the bassist of the band. They started to play the intro of Superman by Joe Brooks, but instead of me singing the first part, I just stood there waiting for someone to sing.
