Louis's POV
"The story of my life!"
I stand with my microphone onstage as Harry sings the final line of the song. We give a small wave as the sponsors clap and walk down the stairs, into the performers' tent. I've been to a large amount of these kind of charity events, but mostly we performed. Don't get me wrong, I love to sing and do what I love just as much as the next guy, but I wish people would just see the boys and I as ourselves, not One Direction.
It's very unrealistic, but I can dream, can't I?
On my way to walk over to Niall and Zayn across the tent, I was stopped abruptly when an old woman, clad in pearls and diamonds the size of my eyeballs, stepped in front of me. Her face was adorned with too much powder and her lips were as red as blood. She looked to be in her late seventies.
I guess some women just didn't know when enough was enough, especially with makeup.
"Your performance was exquisite, Mr...?" she inquired.
"Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson." I replied.
"Ah yes, well then, Mr.Tomlinson-"
"Just call me Louis," I stated, cutting her off.
It turned out not to be the BEST idea when her face turned sour. There was a slight edge in her voice. "You are no hoodrat, Mr. Tomlinson." She emphasized the proper title. "So I won't address you as a hoodrat would, do you understand?" She peeked up an eyebrow and I nodded vigorously, I was suprised by the disgust in her voice when she said the word hoodrat.
"Good, then we won't have any problems."
"No, I hope we won't." I replied as polite as possible.
I already strongly dislike this woman.
At that moment, Harry saved me from more of this torturous conversation by walking over and greeting the woman. While her attention was averted from me, I quietly whispered to Harry.
"Where's the food?" He nodded his head toward the far corner of the tent where there was indeed a table full of refreshments.
Dismissing myself from the conversation, I quickly walked over to the table. I was extremely hungry.n However, just as I was about to reach the table, a worker turned around and we collided. The collision sent a full bowl of a creamy dip onto my shirt and trousers, and for me to fall to the floor.
I looked up to see the girl covered in the substance as well. I met her wide, panicked eyes for mere seconds before she rounded and took off running out of the tent. "It's all ri-" I began to say, but she was already gone.
"Nice addition to your outfit, mate." Zayn smirked while Harry and the boys helped me up.
"Oh, shut up." I replied
"Oh my! The help are always so terrible at their jobs, can't do anything with them." said the old woman.
I scoffed at her crude remark. "That's quite a rude thing to say, especially when they do your shit for you. They're not 'the help,' they're people."
She looked taken back by my remark, but I couldn't care less. I left the tent. After getting on new clothes thanks to Harry, I went to the workers' tent to find the girl with the frightened eyes.
Charity's POV
"You mind relaying what the hell happened to you?" Natalia questioned, gesturing to my onion dip-drenched uniform.
"I spilled the dip..."
She gave me her 'look' and raised her eyebrow. "Go on." she goaded. "Tell all of it. I know you Charity, you're holding back."
She knew me too well.
I was never very good at hiding stuff from my family or friends. Considering my family is just my grandparents, it's mildly pathetic. I mean, what kid doesn't at least tell one lie? I'd never live this down. I didn't just spill dip on myself, I spilled it on a very famous person. Someone who I never thought I'd be 10 feet away from, let alone 2.
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
"Tell me!" she insisted, raising her hands up. "Tell me or I'll scream."
She wouldn't.
"You wouldn't..." I threatened.
The corner of her mouth lifted into a lopsided grin. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that." She opened her mouth to scream, but I quickly clamped my hand over it.
"Fine!" God, I'm so utterly weak. "Well, I kinda...sorta...um, I..." I couldn't find the words, I felt like such a dumbass. The one thing I had to do: just put shit where it goes and then leave! If I couldn't do that, then what the hell could I do?
"Jesus, just spit it out!" she complained.
"I spilled the dip on Louis Tomlinson."
Her jaw dropped and she wore a look of complete astonishment. "Oh, you weren't kidding when you said you were clumsy." She looked outside. "What'd he say?" I refused to meet her gaze and twiddled my thumbs. She spoke, sounding hesitant. "Charity, what did he say?"
"I ran before he got up." I looked up at her.
"You ran?! What? Why?" She rambled on and on before I spoke.
"Just let it go, I'm going to hide in here for the rest of the event. I'll pour champagne for you when you come back," I said, offering her a small smile.
"You can't just hide, you know." She was right, but hiding was the only thing saving me from the possibility of facing him again. I'll go with that. "You'll just be hiding from him."
"I can live with that, I just can't see him after what I did. I couldn't handle the embarrassment!" I sighed.
"Fine," She grabbed a chip and scooped a chunk of dip off of my cheek where it landed. "But you're not helping the situation." She walked away with a gleam in her eyes.
I turned to the table behind me to grab a cloth. I wiped my face and began filling up the glasses of champagne. I heard a rustle fron behind me and turned around to find a very shocked looking Natalia.
"What is it, Nat?" I asked.
She looked utterly stunned and raised her hands up, attempting to make gestures.
"There's someone...he's, uh, here to see you." she stuttered. Motioning with her eyes toward the door of the tent, she ran to me.
"Who?"
"L-Louis Tomlinson."
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so sorry there's the chapter. I'll be updating the next one later today, but I'm at school right now doing finals so ughhh
-Yasmeen
Edited by thewandering
