Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Five

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Louis' point of view

I'm trying to eat breakfast but it's made incredibly difficult because Fizzy and Lottie are rambling about the One Direction concert we're going to later today. Mum got them tickets because they're doing so well in school and Ben and I will be their chaperones. I have tried my best to act annoyed when mum told me she couldn't take them but I don't really mind. Most of the songs are alright and the guys aren't that much younger than I am plus they're not bad on the eyes either. I sigh heavily when my sisters argue about which one of the boys is hotter, I'm trying to eat my breakfast in peace here!

"Niall!" Fizzy yells. "No, Liam!" Lottie yells back. "Who do you think is the hottest mum?" Lottie asks as mum walks into the kitchen with a full laundry basket in her arms, about to hang the clothes out to dry. "Ehm, let's see." She walks over to the girls and examines some of the many pictures, stickers and posters spread out on the table and floor. "That one!" she says pointing at one of the boys. "Really mum? Zayn?" Mum nods and leaves the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Never thought she'd go for the bad boy." Fizzy giggles.

"What about you, Lou? Only Harry is left," Fizzy asks me. "I'll go for him then. Is it the kid with the long hair?" and I regret asking them because before I know it they tell me his age, shoe size, where he's supposed to live and who he's dating. "Kendall Jenner? Really? At least go for Kylie because she has nice lips!" I chuckle. "She has blowjob lips and that's the only reason you'd pick her." Lottie states. "Excuse you!" I can't believe my 17-year-old sister just made a comment like that but to be fair, she has a valid point. I'm as straight as a hula hoop but if I have to choose between a stick or a curvaceous body and massive lips the choice is easy.

As soon as I finish my breakfast I lock myself in my room, two teenage girls already drive me crazy so what will happen tonight? At least Ben will join us, Ben and I have been together for nearly two years and even though we're complete opposites, it's working out great. Ben loves to dance, modern something, whereas I enjoy playing football. I was a striker for my high school team and even played in college. Our high school team became national champions and mum actually framed the article and picture that was printed in the local paper a few days after the competition.

Around two o' clock I start getting ready, the girls wanted to leave hours ago but I refuse to stand outside a venue for five hours just to wait to get in and be surrounded by thousands and thousands of teenage girls. The drive to Sheffield is pure torture. Lottie, Fizzy and even Ben are screaming along to One Direction songs they force me to play on the radio. By the time we arrive at the venue the girls outside seem to be going insane over some sort of tweet and my sisters immediately find friends in the queue so we join them, upsetting a few of the girls behind us for cutting in line.

When the doors finally open it feels like there's a sale on shoes or something, all the girls run like they're being chased by Zombies, just to get a good spot in the large venue. My sisters are satisfied when we find a spot right by the fence near the end of this massive catwalk and Ben and I stand behind the girls to protect them from being crushed to death.

As soon as the lights go out and a video starts playing on the massive screens, screams fill my ears and Fizzy hits me across the face with her Irish flag a couple of times. The band comes running out from behind the screens and the screams get even louder than before, I can't believe that was even possible. I'm impressed by the show these lads put on, they're running around, goofing off and the vocals are better than expected.

They try to talk to the fans and even make us sing happy birthday to a girl in the crowd. I hum along with a few of the songs and see my sisters and Ben have an amazing time. I put my arm around Ben during one of the ballads and we softly sway from left to right while I hold up my lighter and the girls hold up their phones with the flash turned on.