Extraordinary

Chapter 21: Star Gazing

Chapter 21: Star Gazing

There we were, standing in the middle of the stadium, looking up at the stars like two idiots.  But they were just so pretty and beautiful to stare up at, I could see why Louis wanted to show me them. Yet I do have other possibilities of why he may have brought me here.

Could this be the night where he expresses if he has feelings for me?  Would I do the same? I don’t know.  I don’t feel brave enough to express my own feelings, and surely he wouldn’t want me. He would go for someone way better than me, more athletic, prettier, a model even.  And I know I shouldn’t think of myself like that, but it’s hard not to. You always have that distant thought in your mind haunting you, where you know there’s someone out there that’s better than you, can run faster than you, is a better football player than you. And it all sucks.

But this time, I was able to push that thought away. Because all it was tonight was Louis, me, and the stars. The twinkling, glimmering, million stars in the sky.  I couldn’t even look back down because of their beauty, or maybe my neck is now stuck in this position.

I felt Louis gently grab my hand, pulling me forward a little and allowing me to look back at him. He had a little smirk on his face as he suddenly pulled me forward, jerking us both to the ground. I end up landing right on top of him, our chests against each other’s, where I’m a little shocked but feeling a bit hysterical at the same time. I immediately started laughing.

“Way to ruin the moment Tomlinson,” I joked. He laughed back at me. Now this was a moment, where we were only centimeters apart now. Right here, right now, I could just kiss him, just like that.  We could be something and go somewhere, but it doesn’t come, we just stare into each other’s eyes, my smile fading as I try to think through my thoughts. This was too perfect of a moment, we shouldn’t ruin it. 

“You okay?” he whispers. I nod slowly, my hair flowing over my shoulders and draping over his chest. My hands were on his chest. Now this was starting to feel a little awkward. I decided to chuckle a little at the moment, sliding myself off of him and lying next to him, still staring up at the sky.  Remember, you have to say something, it’s your turn to start the conversation now, my subconscious reminds me. Okay,  just, what am I supposed to say or ask? 

“Do you believe you’re different?” he suddenly blurts out. I feel a bit taken back, but answer back quickly.

“Sure, I can be different,” I answer casually.  “Do you?”

“Of course, nothing wrong with it,” he says.  So far so good, right? This doesn’t sound right.

“Why do you keep asking me questions about my random different weirdness?” I ask. He chuckles.

“Random different weirdness huh? I like how you describe it like that. You seem like the person who’s afraid to be different,” he says it like he instantly regrets it. I don’t mind though, I can agree.  There’s always an effect of your weirdness, good or bad. Mostly bad. 

“Sometimes yes, I am. I’ll admit it. There’s always a bad effect on it. But I can be positive about it anyways, it’s usually always good,” I express.

 “Usually?” he questions.

And there went all my feelings right there.  I explained “the look”, the gossip, the laughs, the few teases, the stares, everything because of the little actions I do.  He almost looked sorry for me.

“Don’t look like that!” I scolded playfully.

“Like what?” he asks, still somewhat serious.

“Like I’m this poor little girl who can’t take care of herself and isn’t okay with being different, well I can. I’m okay with it, I’m done with school, and it’s okay to be different because you know why?”