I'll Be Singing [LARRY STYLINSON]

Chapter Four

I flop down on the sofa in Niall's bedroom, completely overwhelmed by everything that had happened today. I don't think much of the whole Louis Tomlinson situation in the bathroom, but his eyes. Those blue eyes just won't leave my mind. I need to stop thinking about it.

"I need some tea, should I make you a cup too?" Niall asks me. We have just gotten back to Camden, and the plan is to play some video games. "Will you start the playstation. We can play Call of Duty?"

"Yea please to that tea. It would be lovely," I lean my head back. He's asking so much of me, especially because I'm tired. "And yes, I'll turn it on."

Niall walks out to get the tea. He's a year older than me, and has his own loft a few blocks over from where I live with my mum. It's not that I don't want to live with my mum, but I like the thought of getting my own place more and more. I turn the playstation on, and finds the controllers. My phone makes the very well-known Messenger sound, and I pull  my phone out of my pocket.

Hey you, lovely performance today. x Louis from the judge's bathroom

The message is from guy named Tommoboy123, and there's a picture that looks like a selfie of Louis. It could be him, but it could also be one of his super fans. I decide to answer him.

Louis? How did you find me? -H

Only a few moments later another message pops onto my screen.

You did write your full name when you signed up for the X Factor. I just bribed one of the assistant so I could find you. -L

It makes sense. But I still don't know if I should believe it is actually him. He says things that only he would know, but why would he be writing to me?

Oh. Okay. How do I know it's actually you? Tommoboy123 could be anyone, and isn't it a bit weird to call yourself that on Facebook? -H

Niall comes back carrying a tray with a pot of tea, mugs, teabags and a plate with biscuits on it.

"You're so British," I grin and takes one of the biscuits. "In a good way."

"Thank you," Niall laughs an takes a controller. "You could have loaded the game."

"Nah. I have you to do that," I take the other controller and taps my foot impatiently. The game is very slow at starting. "How can this take so long?"

Then I get another message.

"Who's that?" Niall looks curious, and is about to rip the phone from my hands.

"I'm not completely sure yet," I answer and unlocks my phone. It's a video, and it's without a doubt the real Louis Tomlinson. "It's actually Louis."

"Who's Louis?" Niall asks, but I just ignore him and opens the video.

"Hey Harry Edward Styles. Yes, this is indeed the real me. You probably thought I was one of those fangirls, but no. This is Louis Tomlinson and I just want to say you did great today. Bye!" his voice goes an octave up when he says bye, and he looks to be enjoying himself.

There's nothing hostile or fake about him in the video. He still acts kind of like a smart ass, but the rest seem pretty genuine. He almost looked human. His crystal clear blue eyes were still standing out, immediately imprinting themselves into my memory. His hair was messy, but not in a way that made Louis look bad. He had been wearing a black v-neck, a pair of glasses that suit ham very well.

"You're actually texting with Louis Tomlinson. Does he have a crush on you or something?" Niall stares at my phone. "And how does he know your middle name?"

"Of course he doesn't have a crush on me. He just wanted to tell me in person that he liked the performance today," I answer, blushing at the crush part. "What should I answer?"

"How about 'thank you'?" Niall grins. He is looking very pleased with himself.

Thank you. And you were right about the fangirl thing. -H

•••

A few days has passed since my audition, and the texting session with Louis. I haven't heard from him since, but it's not like I've been contacting him either. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe he was just trying to be nice.

I have just received an email with some information about bootcamp. It's in about a week or so, in a hotel in Brighton. The first challenge is a group number where you as a group choose a song from a list. For the second challenge it's a solo number you can prepare for at home. If you move on to the second challenge that is. I have no idea what to sing. I don't know if it should be an older number, or a song from the current top forty.

The morning sun shines into my bedroom. I'm for once up quite early. Niall and I are going to brainstorm some song for the bootcamp challenge. He has promised to prepare something, but he won't tell me what it is.

I go downstairs to find my mum, she and Gemma is in the kitchen making waffles. My mum smiles when she sees me. "Good morning Harry. Have you slept well?"

"Yes, thank you very much,"  I take a whiff. "The waffles smells delicious."

My phone vibrates in my pocket.

I have the perfect song for you, and I know you'll love it. See you later. -N

Hey everyone. Thank you for reading my story.
I know this chapter is a bit on the shorter end, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways. The next few chapters are bootcamp!
XX MLI