Treacherous {Louis Tomlinson}

(15) Surrender

    So I just realized that I never posted the other chapter yesterday. *facepalm* I'm so sorry, guys!! Here it is now. :)

    Clara

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~Harper~

    “One more song! One more song!” The crowd all cheers together, pleading for the boys to come back on stage. Of course they have a couple songs picked out for an encore and they’re basically a part of the set list since every show the crowd demands more. But the boys still wait and make the crowd fidget in anticipation as they chant.

    The grin is back on my face as I lean over to Danielle.

    “I need to get to the dressing room and help Caroline. See you back stage later?”

    She takes her focus from the stage to look at me and nod. Her face is split into a joyful grin, the same as mine and Perrie’s. I give a curt nod in response and stand up from my seat, making sure I have everything before sneaking to the door and slipping out. I hear the cheers and screams from the crowd as the boys finally come back on stage. With a laugh I shake my head. I wasn’t originally planning on watching the concert with Danielle and Perrie. After all, I’ve already seen it before. But when Caroline insisted that she would be fine, I had no reason to decline. I’m glad that I did get to, now that it’s nearly over. I haven’t spent much time with Zayn’s or Liam’s girlfriend, but both are really nice. Perrie reminds me a bit of the female version of Niall: always eating, always bubbly, and sometimes a bit eccentric. And Danielle is just an all-around sweetheart, always willing to help others without a second thought.

    As I turn the corner I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. My legs are framed nicely in a pair of black skinny jeans, my coral peeptoe ankle boots adding several extra inches to my height. The three-quarter sleeve white lace shirt hangs loose around my abdomen and shoulders, while the sleeves are snug against my arms. I’d gone for some subtle accessories this morning, only a pair of coral pearl drop earrings and a set of assorted bangles with a few matching colors. My hair is pinned up on the right side with a few bobby pins, but I hadn’t spent much time on it this morning. A few weeks ago I had it re-dyed, as my roots were starting to show. I pass Romanov back stage and he doesn’t even give me a second glance. A small sigh of relief slips from my lips and I’m filled with appreciation. For a few days after I’d accidentally on purpose bumped into him, I was afraid he might find it suspicious. But he hasn’t seemed to pay me any more attention than he had before, so I think I’m okay.

    Caroline sends me a small wave and I return it before setting to work. I gather Zayn’s clothes from the second outfit change, which he has draped over the chair as usual. I fold it all neatly and stack it atop the chair, then start to fold Louis’. Just as I place each of the outfits in their respective bags, the boys come bursting through the door. They’re all chattering and laughing like always and they all immediately head toward the table stacked with water. Each of the band members grabs a water bottle and twists the cap off, downing half its contents. After putting away Zayn’s and Louis’ shoes I walk over to them with a smile.

    “Great job today. It was amazing. I mean, it’s always amazing, but you know…”

    “Thanks, Harper,” Liam smiles at me, tossing his empty water bottle in the trash and striping his shirt off. The others all nod and smile in agreement.

   “Yes, thank you, Harper.”

    Louis grins at me, coming closer with his arms spread for a hug. I can see the sweat rolling off his forehead and wrinkle my nose.