Numbers (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 1

The Concert

We entered the theater, my best friend Mary at my side. I scanned the theater for Louis. Of course he wouldn't be out here, he's performing in the show. I can't wait to see him, the last time I saw him it was at Buffalo Wild Wings, and he was there with another girl, which makes me sad. Even though he's completely out of my league. Our relationship is out of the question. He's much older.

But it was really strange when Louis kept looking over at me and whispering to his date, "I know her." Because honestly, I didn't think he'd mention me to anyone. I was not exactly the most attractive person to brag about knowing, and it wasn't because I was unattractive, it was because I was noticeably younger.

Soon enough the lights on the stage dimmed and the high school students walked onto the stage. Wow, Louis' group was first. As the 9 boys walked up onto the stage I pointed out Louis to Mary.

"Him. That's him." I smile to myself as the perfect boy glides on stage in his black chorus shirt and tight skinny jeans. He does his signature hair flip, his hair flowing across his face.

"Wow he's cute." Mary laughs silently.

"Hey, back off. I've known him longer." I warn.

"More like you've stalked him longer." She rolls her eyes. The conductor takes the microphone and taps on it with his finger. He gives an introduction to the songs that the boys would be singing, all seem familiar off the radio, which is fun because other choruses usually seem to sing old harmonies that nobody knows.

The last song ends and everyone applauds, especially me, getting up out of my seat to applaud the great singers. The boys flow off stage like a river to their parents. Louis' eyes glance to me, smiling in humor. I walk up.

"Hi, Mrs.Tomlinson!" I greet the woman, and she turns around. My favorite woman in the entire world, I should add. At such a young age she treated me when I was sick, when I was weak and ill she was my nurse, the nurse. It was my mother who loved her most though, after all Mrs.Tomlinson saved her angel. I haven't spoke to Mrs.Tomlinson in a while, due to our absences at dinners she invited us to, due to me being nervous to be around Louis.

"Oh hi Elle. How are you?" She is leaning against the chair next to her.

"I'm really good. You?" I like socializing with older people, they're all so nice.

"I'm great. Thanks for asking. Oop! There goes Phoebe, better go catch her! Tell your mum I said hi." She answers, her eyes tracing the little girl running across the auditorium. I turn to Louis.

"Good job tonight. You did really good." I compliment. He wasn't much taller than me, since I've had so many major growth spurts and he happened to be short for his age, so it worked.

"Thanks. Still doing Holiday Spectacular?" Holiday Spectacular was the yearly musical we had both been in together a few years ago. He was acting, and I was performing dance and singing.

"Nah, it got boring. You should do it again though, since you'd probably get the lead part." I try making small talk.

"Oh, no no no. That wasn't very fun. I found it boring too." He shrugs. He seems bored in the conversation, note that he probably wouldn't want to look interest in a girl who was 4 years younger than him.

"If you'd audition I'd audition too." I challenge. He chuckles.

"Look, I know you have a crush on me, but don't you think that's a bit ridiculous?" He sits on the theater seat, motioning me to sit next to him.