Louis, my brother (L.T)

Chapter 11: First Concert of many

Chapter 11:First Concert of Many

Lia POV

"Thank you LA!" Harry says into the mic, sending the sea of fans screaming like mad. I remember how I would kill to get to see One Direction at a concert. And now, bibbedee boobedee boo! I'm touring with One Direction! How the hell did that come to be?

"Is it always like this?" I ask Paul, who's standing beside me here, backstage.

"Yeah, pretty much," he replies, eyes on the boys, almost paying no attention to me. Somehow, I feel like he wants to tell me something but something is holding him back.....

Vvvvvvv Vvvvv

My iPhone vibrates in my back pocket, I pick it out and a smile smacks onto my face. Michelle!

"Hey chick, vas happenin?!" I ask, almost squealing. I miss her sooo much!

"Nothing really.....except for 1D's concert!" she squeals and I can hear her jumping around.

"Well, guess what?" I say.

"What?!SPILL!!" she says.

"I'm going with them on tour!" I say and she screams on the other side of the line. Someone pokes me, I turn around and see cheeky Louis. "Hey babe, I gtg now kk?" I say to Michelle.

"Kk gal! TTYL!" she says back.

"XOX!" I say and we both giggle. May I just mention that Michelle and I are huge fans of Cece and Rocky. We love to watch 'Shake it Up'. I turn off my phone, and slip it into my back pocket.

"Who was that love?" Louis asks, walking alongside me. Damn, just can't get enough of that accent!

"Michelle called," I say , letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Liam asks. How the heck did he hear that sigh? He was way in front of me.

"Come on, tell us," Zayn joins in. These are so curious.

"I just miss her, that's all," I say, putting a fake smile on my face.

"We all know how that feels," Harry says, sighing too. I realise it. The truth is that they're always on tour, and rarely get to spend time with their loved ones. I guess fame isn't always fabulous.

"But tonight, we celebrate!" Niall says, patting Harry. I realise that he means...a club.

"Coming?" Louis asks, holding out his hand to help me into the car. Such a gentlemen. But the thing is, I've never felt very secure about clubs or bars in general. But that glint in Louis eyes....reassurance. Everthing's going to be alright. I take his hand and step in.....expecting the unexpected.

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(Still Lia POV)

In movies, clubs are usually full of sweaty bodies, loud music and of course, the stench of alcohol. Well, for once, movies are right. We get a V.I.P access, mainly cause the boys are, well, famous. I see a few celebrities, but I can't really see much because of the flashing lights and all the people. And the smell...blugh! As soon as we get in, we pretty much seperate. Louis wanted to come with me, but a fan dragged him for some photos. Well, I can't be with him 24/7. But I did start to worry when that girl asked if she could get a picture of her kissing his cheek. He shook his head no, which made her frown. But she giggled afterwards, Lou probably told her a joke or something.

"Woops, sorry," I say as I smack into someone.

"Lia, it's me!" Harry says and I see a sihoutte of curls.

"Didn't recognise you there Haz," I say, "hey, I'm going to step outside and get some fresh air."

"Alright, don't run off," Harry teases and squeezes my shoulder. I shove my way through the loads of people and notcie some cameras going off. I spot Louis once more, taking more pictures with fans. What a busy lad. Lad? Really? Damn, I might just be called British by the end of this tour! Louis spots me and I notice a little sparkle in his eyes, and his smile grows wider. I point towards the balcony doors and he nods, having to get his attention back to his fans. I go out and hold the banister, viewing busy Los Angeles. Taking a deep breath, I get a gulp of the fresh night air. Wayyy better than the stench of alcohol.