What I Found Onstage (A Louis Tomlinson Story)

I sit in class, tapping my pencil anxiously. Don't get me wrong, I don't exactly mind school, but as it is my last day of school before Uni, I want to leave. Unluckily for me, I go to Hall Cross school, where rules are strictly enforced.

I pull my ridiculous tie loose with my free hand. It is so warm, yet they still insist upon us wearing long sleeved, dress blouses. I don't especially mind the khaki skirt. It's pretty decent in fact. I have my ways of spicing the outfit up though. Royal blue wedges for example. Not to mention the yellow skinny belt wrapped around my waist. I had layered bracelets, anklets, necklaces, and my ears doubled pierced. Let's just say that I stand out from the crowd. The clones that walk my halls.

Ms. Mauvin continues to drone on and on about who knows what. Doesn't she get that no one cares? Seriously, the thoughts running through my head are anything but studious. I am getting ready to go rehearse one last time for the school's talent show the following day. My singing/dancing/acting act is going to shine. It will if it was the last thing I do.

Finally, I sit on the edge of my seat, grabbing the corners for support. When the bell rings, I push myself up and make a mad dash for the door. As is every last day of school, I am the first out. I instantly rip my tie off and tie it around my head like a bandana. It hangs down to my shoulders, along with my curly brown hair. I don't even bother stopping at my locker to put my book bag away, I run straight to the auditorium.

I start singing my song right from the beginning, Hopelessly Devoted To You. I know that the room will be empty. No one really ever goes in there except for me. But still, I put the usual official "do not enter" sign, up. I run dramatically, singing, up to the stage. This is the one place in the world that I really relax, and don't really care about anything. I mean, I am all alone, why should I? Well at least I thought I was alone.

 I turn to face a guy, he looks a year or two older than me. His uniform fits nice and snug. His tie, is nice and loose, like mine was, he wears bright red TOMS. He has good taste. His skin is tanned, and golden. His brown hair, swept to the side dramatically. A smile creeps upon his lips. Then I remember where he is.

"Uh... Can't you read?" I ask. "There's a sign that says do not enter."

He doesn't seem offended, in fact, he seems rather entertained. The corner of his lips tilt up, just a little as he looks at me for a moment with his crossed arms.

"I was actually in here first." He says, smiling more.

"Well I come here everyday, I think I should have preference. Why do you need the stage anyways?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Just looking around. Remembering old times." He shrugs.

I look at him skeptically. Should I be afraid of him? He looks extremely strong. With his arms crossed, you can see his biceps through the tight sleeve. He looks rather fit actually. Not that I would say that. As I am potentially scared of him. And he's annoying me.

"Okay? Well you can move your tour along. This is a big school you know." I gesture around.

"I just need a moment or two to enjoy myself." He says. At this, he walks over to the piano and starts playing a few chords. I recognize this as Summer Nights from Grease.

"As much as you're irking me. I have to admit you have good taste." I sit on the end of the baby grand. "My favorite coloured shoes, colourful shoes in general, Grease... And leaving this place by the looks of your tight uniform, and you wanting to "remember old times."... I really wish I would've left earlier."

He laughs a little more, then continues playing the same part again. He doesn't want to sing apparently. "I have to admit you're observant. And I like what you did to your tie! They allow that?"

I instantly blush. I had forgotten about the tie. I decide this bloke wasn't dangerous, and wasn't half-bad.

"I wish! No... I do this when I get outside the classroom door. Much to Evans' dismay." I smirk. Mr. Evans is our principal. He and I have gotten to know each other over the years.

"So you're a mischievous girl?" He asks, smiling more, still playing.

"You could say that." I nod, smiling myself. "What about you? Were you expelled or something?"

"Not really. I just left." He laughs.

"Once more. Lucky. I will never miss this place." I sigh, laying on my back on the piano.

He starts playing the actual part that leads to singing. He does Danny's part. I do Sandy's. He does the other girls I do the other guys. We do the whole song. It is actually super fun. I had never met another guy who knew Grease like that before. We are singing the last chord when it hits me. I gasp.

"LOUIS TOMLINSON!" I scream, and jump up from where I am currently sitting next to him on the piano bench.

"And you are?" He asks, laughing.

"Birdy. Well it's Abigail Bird... But everyone calls me Birdy." I say, taking steps back. "But you're... I can't believe I didn't notice. I'm so ignorant." I sigh, still taking steps back.

"Wait!" He yells, running after me. He wraps both arms around my waist, and pulls me back, just as my foot starts to feel air. I had almost walked off of the stage. But I am uber close to Louis Tomlinson. Talk about cringey. I take a deep breath, and take the moment in.

"Thanks." I finally say, sidestepping out of his arms. Was this seriously happening?

"Yeah. I just didn't want you to break something. You seem to already have some difficulties breathing." He laughs a little, and gestures for me to sit back down on the piano bench.

"But... Why didn't you say something?!" I manage to snap.

"What was I supposed to say? Uh excuse me, I don't think you've realized that this super fit lad standing before you is a freaking celebrity!" He says dramatically.

"You're so modest." I roll my eyes.

"Cheers." he chuckles. "You've gained your sanity again."

"Yup. I'm not that starstruck to someone arrogant I suppose." I shrug.

"And I'm not huge on people that wear their ties tied around their head." He shrugs back.

"...But I do like Grease." I sigh.

"And I liked singing it with you." He smiles, in a childlike manner.

"Well Louis Tomlinson, it has been a pleasure." I giggle.

"Well Abigail Bird, maybe  we should do it again sometime?"

I. Love. Life.

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