I'll Be Singing [LARRY STYLINSON]

Chapter Six

"It went amazing!" Louisa hugs me when we get of the stage. "You were so good. The little curl at end really made it so much better."

"Thank you. Your voice have such a nice sound," I say as we walk back to the room we were in before.

"Thank you," Louisa smiles. "Should we share a room if we move on? Not in a weird way or anything, but we can give each other tips and feedback."

"That's a good idea, and don't worry about it being weird... I'm gay," I look nervously at her. I still have that nagging fear that people will judge me.

"Good," she almost looks relieved. "Then we don't have to separate the beds."

"Hah, true," I laugh, and sit down on one of the sofas. "When do you think we will hear something?"

"Hopefully soon," Louisa says and sit down next to me.

About ten minutes later, the same woman who called us in earlier, comes back carrying a pieces of paper. "The following names are moving on to next challenge. "

She says thirteen names, but neither mine or Louisa. We share a look of disappointment. "I would like the following two names to follow me back out there. Harry Styles and Louisa Johnson."

We stand up. Equally as surprised. The woman smiles at us. "The judges want to see you two in person."

"What's this about?" Louisa whispers into my ear as we walk back on to the stage behind the woman.

"I have no idea," I mutter back. Terrified and excited at the same time. We reach the middle of the stage and turn to look at the judges.

"Hey you two," Rita says with a huge smile. "We just wanted to tell you in person that you're moving on to the second challenge."

Louisa laughs with excitement, and I beam. This is going somewhere good.

"We think you both handled the task very well, mixing your parts together and harmonizing on some of it is the perfect way to handle a group number," Simon sends us a wide grin.

"When the others were bickering you two tried to make the best of the situation, and we see that as a very strong quality in the music business," Louis says folding his hands under his chin. "Thank you for showing us that you're in it because of the music and not because of the price."

"Thank you!" I say, smiling from ear to ear. Louis looks at me in a way I can't define, amused in a way, and there's something else too, but I don't know what it is. We get a brief moment of eye contact, he mouths what looks to be 'veto'. I don't think I've ever smiled that much.

***

I wake up the next morning to the sound of running water. I yawn and turn to the other side. It's way to early to get up, especially since none of us are supposed to perform today.

The performances are split up, so Groups and Overs perform today, and boys and girls tomorrow.

Louisa comes out only wrapped in a towel. She blushes when she notice I'm awake. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were sleeping."

"Don't worry. I won't look," I bury my head in my pillow to demonstrate, when she laughs I pull up again. "Are you done out there? I need a shower too."

"Sure, let me just get my brush," she walks into the bathroom again. I gather my toiletries and finds some clothes to wear. I decide on a tan pair of pants, and a navy blue v-neck t-shirt. Louisa comes out of the bathroom again. "Knock yourself out."

The hot water stream feels amazing against my skin. I always think about things in different way when I'm in the shower, but this time it's the beautiful blue eyes of Louis Tomlinson. And there's no other way to think of them. The blue crystal clear eyes, are like a deep orbit. And I want that orbit to consume me.

I get out of the shower, and starts to blow dry my hair. I use way to many hair products. if I don't, my hair will be an afro.

When I get out of the bathroom, Louis is doing her makeup and listens to some music. "House of the rising sun? Nice."

"It's my jam," she says, while putting mascara on. She's so beautiful. Her blonde hair falls down her back, she's isn't to skinny, and she have a very nice fashion sense. She looks at me. "Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yes,"

We walk down to the dining hall, most of the contestants are already there. I think the judges cut it down to ninety yesterday, and today and tomorrow they will send even more home. I hope I get to stay, bootcamp just isn't far enough. We reach the breakfast buffet,  and I grab a cup of coffee. I'm very bad at eating breakfast. I think the food looks delicious, but if I try to eat some I get nauseous. My phone vibrates and I take it out of my pocket. It's a text from Louis (he asked for my number yesterday).

Hey Harry. Wanna take a walk with me later? Come to room 13 at 8 tonight if you want. x Louis

I'll be there... x Harry

"What are you smiling at?" Louisa pokes me in my ribs. I can't help but blush.

"Nothing," I hide my face in my hands. Why does this even matter? Why am I blushing if I truly don't care about him?

"Sure seems like nothing," Louisa says sarcastically. "Who is he?"

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" I whisper, and she nods eagerly. "Louis Tomlinson keeps texting me. He even picked me up at the station yesterday, Now he's asking me if I want to take a walk tonight."

"Oh my god!" Louisa shrieks. "Seriously?"

"Please help me understand this..." I beg her.

"Is he even gay?" she asks me.

"How would I know?"

"I don't know what to say," Louisa giggles.