Missed Connections

Chapter 37 - Tumbles and Take Away

Goofing around with Louis and Harry was quickly becoming one of my new favourite pastimes. The boys were happy to joke and carry on together, and the energy was infectious. We spent the rest of the morning chatting about the most random things, including Louis' love of slathering Marmite on toast and Harry's outlandish propensity for floral shirts. The ease in which they banter back and forth reminds me of the girls and how well we get along.  That kind of friendship doesn't come along every day and I am convinced they are lucky as hell to have each other.

The boys also were also very forthcoming with swapping stories about life on tour and the crazy antics they got up to. It's like they lived a life time in just 5 years, seeing more countries than Genghis Khan invaded.  I can't even imagine what it would have been like to go from being a teenager to a super star before finishing high school.  Or to miss out on a University experience because of being on tour.  But what is even more amazing is that they are still down to earth and unassuming blokes.  That's huge. 

I've known way too many assholes who let their heads get massive simply because they scored the lead in the school play or some shit.  Honestly.  Who the fuck cares?  I don't want to look up to others because they tell me I should.  I've always found the most inspiring people to be those who shine from the inside, are humble, and lead from the heart. Like Michelle Obama.  They are focused on their passions, and if people find that worth following all the better, but they persevere because they can't not do what they do.  Like Coco Chanel.  Or they are strong and smart as hell and make the world sit up and take notice.  Like Katherine Hepburn or Marie Curie.

Neither Louis nor Harry give off the impression that they think more highly of themselves than they aught to.  They seem exceptionally thankful for the opportunities they have been provided, and are realistic about the challenges they have faced because of them.  Both of them are equally vocal about how much they love their fans, and that they would be no where without them.  Wow.  Listening to them, I can't help but get the sneaking suspicion that they have been raised by amazing women.  Because we all know who run the world. Girls.

Without even realizing it, my inner monologue has caused a large, and possibly devilish looking, grin to spread across my face.  I reign in my suffragette tendencies and refocus on what is happening in the room.

The boys have been preoccupied about swapping stories about who had the most embarrassing moments.  Louis managed to forget all the lyrics one night in front of thousands of fans.  Niall practically peed on air while being interviewed on The Jonathan Ross Show.  Harry got top marks for getting pantsed onstage in the middle of a show.   Liam turns out to be a pretty serious instigator, but fell victim to a set of ripped trousers and showed off some mortifying underpants.  And apparently everyone has taken an epic tumble at some point.

"Hazza's was by far the worst.  All eyes were on him and he fell arse over tit before his solo in San Diego," recounts Louis, practically crying.

"It really hurt," whined Harry as he blushes deeply.  "And of course the video was shared over and over.  Imagine having your worst moment recorded in HD!"

"No to mention the repetitive gifs!" squeaks out Louis between laughter. 

"Maybe I do need to google your crew after all!"

"You don't need to," chimes in Louis.  "I've got it saved on my phone!"

"What?" asks Harry.  "Delete that, you loser!  Seriously, it was terrible."

"Poor baby," I say, reaching out to run my hand affectionately through his curls in a light hearted noogie. "How horrible it must be to endure such open adoration from your fans.  They even love your blunders."