Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Eighteen

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I've been sitting in my car for the past 20 minutes, still trying to grasp what Louis just told me. Apparently Ben proposed to him and he said yes. A voice in the back of my head keeps telling me it was only a matter of time but I can't believe it's really happening. I thought we had gotten closer on our trip and not just on a friendship level but I could just be overthinking the events. It didn't quite hit me when he told me, it took a few minutes to sink in before the horrible feeling spread through my body. Funny how things can change in just a matter of days. I have always told myself I need to move on but this makes things so definite.

I honestly don't want to be alone right now and Niall is still in Ireland so the flat will just be a bad place for me to be. I scroll through my phone and text a few people here and there to ask what their plans are for tonight. It's currently nearing six o'clock and my apatite has disappeared completely. I don't want to drive home before I know that I will not spend the night solo if no one replies I'll probably drive all the way to mums house and stay with her for the remainder of our time off or at least until Niall returns.

I hear my phone go off and find a text from Nick, telling me he's attending a Pride party with Lou in London, reading Lou, knowing it's not Louis, just hurts. I text him to ask what kind of party it is and if I can come without a ticket. His reply is immediate, telling me they have an extra ticket because one of Nick's friends bailed last minute. I start the engine and drive to Nick's house, completely avoiding my own apartment because I know I will find something that belongs to Louis there, he told me he forgot a t-shirt and possibly some other items as well.

I arrive at Nick's thirty minutes later, stupid traffic, but I'm pulled inside by a very chatty Lou. They both curiously ask about my time with Louis and I tell them we've had an amazing time and drop the bomb right after, their facial expressions are priceless and I wonder what I looked like when Louis told me. "I'm so sorry sweetheart!" Lou says as she pats my knee and Nick knows it's time to change the subject. "Are you sure you want to go to a Pride event? What if your management finds out?" he asks and I just shrug, not giving a single fuck right now. All I want is to get drunk and forget everything that has happened in the last hour or two.

"You'll just have to disguise me then," I say after Nick keeps telling me Modest! will kill me if they see pictures of me tomorrow. "Hold on, I have a great idea!" Lou smiles and disappears into the next room only to come back with her make-up bag. "I'm not going in drag," I tell her when I spot the large bag. "Don't worry, I have this new foundation that covers up tattoos perfectly" she smiles, obviously very happy with herself. "So we'll hide my tattoos, fans will still recognise me," Nick tells me we'll put my hair into a bun, put some large sunglasses on and hope there aren't many people who will recognise me. It's an 18+ event so I think I should be alright, especially if my tattoos are hidden.

A good hour later we have downed a few shots and Lou has covered all the tattoos that would be visible if I'm wearing shorts, it's such an odd sight because I've grown so used to seeing the ink and I already miss every single one of my tattoos but I know it'll wash off. I'm curious to see how a night without being recognised will go, no one taking photos or wanting to talk to me. I should be able to have a proper night out like anyone my age would normally have.

I've put my hair into a bun and allow Nick to spray my hair pink with this temporary hairspray, whatever it may be. As long as it washes out I'm all for it. I grab the largest pair of sunglasses I had packed for Bournemouth and the jean shorts with pink pants and stare at myself in the mirror, such a confusing sight because I obviously know it's me but would others recognise me? I ask Nick to take my picture and send it to my mum saying something about how good our fans have become at photoshopping pictures and she agrees, telling me I remind her of my younger self.