Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Eight - And Let It Begin

I jumped up and down, microphone in head. Harry came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, "Gosh, Lou, calm down. No need to be nervous." He smiled down at me.

"I'm just a little up tight about the whole hating you thing. I don't want to do anything wrong. . . God forbid I look at you!" I put my hand over the top of my microphone, feeling the ridges.

"Don't worry about that, they can't say shit. You'll be fine." He patted my shoulder, then skipped away with what seemed like no a care in the world. . . bastard.

I stood there, rubbing the top of my mic, listening to the crowd's never ending chants. Five Seconds of Summer, our opening act, had already gone on, so the fans were extremely excited. The screams got louder for a minute before they died down once again, and Liam came jogging backstage. "You good?" he asked, taking a drink from his over-sized water bottle. I nodded. He gave me a thumbs-up before running off again.

"Louis!" I turned towards my name, facing a smiling Niall.

"Why so giddy, mate?" He smiled even bigger, then pointed to the curtain. I peeked out of a small crack, only to see Niall's girlfriend sitting front row, observing everyone.

"Get it," I joked and punched his arm.

"Just like you and Harry the other day?"

"Exactly."

"I'll try," he said, then walked towards the loo. I touched my toes, then bent over again, trying to stretch the nerves out of me. It didn't work. I jogged in place, but I was sure that I looked like an idiot, and that didn't help either. I'd just have to get on stage and do what I had to do: sing, talk, sing, answer, do some weird stuff, sing and not look at Harry. Easy, right? Not really. I heard our names being called, and I knew it was time. I had to get on stage.

I walked towards the stage and stood where I was needed, then looked at Harry. He nodded before making sexual gestures with his hips and turning to face the sound of the crowd. My heart raced as our music blared through the speakers and the curtain opened, revealing thousands of screaming teenage girls. There was no turning back now.

Harry's singing calmed me down a bit, and I jumped forward, listening to the beat and waiting for my part. Right before I started, I stole a glace at Harry. He was looking up, towards the sky. I sucked in a a deep breath as my signaling start-note boomed. "You know, I know, you know I'll remember you,

And I know, you know, I know you'll remember me."

One song down, only the rest to go.

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Finally, we reached intermission. I ran backstage and changed as the backstage crew went the other way to put new props on stage. Harry came running over, and wrapped his arms around me neck. "It was hell not being able to look at you," he whispered.

"You too." I placed my hands on his waist, and pleaded with my eyes telling him to not let me go. He kissed me quickly, then removed his hands from me, pointing to the left of us. Niall and Samantha were walking towards us.

"Are we interrupting?" Niall raised an eyebrow, then let go of Samantha's hand.

"Nope," I said calmly. He ripped his shirt over his head, then reached down and pulled another one on. I turned to the girl, awkwardly standing there. I never personally met her before.

"Louis. Nice to meet you." I put my hand out, causing her to shake it.

"Ah, the gay one. You must be Harry," she pointed to Harry, "Nice to meet you both." She shook Harry's hand too.

"Um, Niall, over there for a minute? Privately?" I nodded towards the far corner.

"Excuse us," Niall said, then walked over to the corner. I followed.

"'The gay one'?" I asked, clearly upset. I turned, and saw Samantha on her tip-toes, staring at us. I gave Harry a glare, so he began to speak to her. He definitely knew why I needed to speak to Niall. Not because of the fact that Samantha knew we were gay, that's be retarded. The rule was girlfriends of over a year were allowed to be told; ones a year and a half had to be told. The fact that she clearly stated that I was gay - nonetheless the gay one - was what pissed me off. Niall should've told her not to mention it, especially at a damn concert. The gay one could be taken up later by me, but the public speaking was not allowed.

"I'll talk to her about it," he said, looking shamed. Good, he should be. But I wasn't done.

"How would you feel if I was at your house for a party, and Samantha walked in and even though we were in a different part of the house, I'd say 'Oh, the girlfriend.' Not good, am I right? Yea. so she better not do it again. I don't want to risk Harry and I's relationship, or our crappy deal with Modest!."

"I'm sorry, I really told her not to do it. I'll speak to her right after the show."

"You better," I said, then walked away.

Our names were called as soon as I walked away, so I took my place on stage.

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Before I knew it, our kick-off concert of the Where We Are Tour was over, and I had done it. I ignored Harry. Because of this, I ran into his arms as soon as the curtains closed. "I told Niall that Samantha can't be saying that stuff, and he said he'd talk to her right after the show," I said, Harry put his arm over my shoulders. I put mine around his waist.

"Yea," he said, then pointed towards Niall and Samantha. His back was towards us, but his hands were flying through the air with the greatest of ease. On the other hand, Samantha's face stayed still like stone until Niall's hand fell limp at his sides. She nodded, then began to speak. Niall stayed still this time. eventually, she stopped talking, he nodded, they hugged, they kissed and it was all over.

Harry and I quickly turned around, making it as we weren't watching them. Someone walked over and tapped my shoulder. Niall and Samantha. "I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay. We just have to be careful, you know?"

"Oh, do I," she said, then looked up at Niall.

"Bad choice of words. my bad. You coming on the bus with us?" She looked at Niall and he nodded.

"I guess so."

"Awesome, let's go." I let go of Harry's hand and walked toward the exit, through our body guards and onto the bus.

Day one was finally over.