Thirty Nine

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A/N: Merry Christmas & Happy Birthday to Louis!

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Scott Mills' reaction to my "If you could have anything money can't buy, what would it be?" was absolutely brilliant. He was speechless, which says quite a lot, to be honest. The boys on the other hand just gave me a quick look, they know exactly how I feel and now that I've become more vocal about it they aren't that surprised when I say things like wanting freedom or not caring about the gender of my dream girl. I'm sure this one will come back and bite me in the arse because Fran is already busily typing away on her phone, probably to report back what I did this time.

When we get backstage again I don't see Louis and remember him telling me he'd disappear into the crowd, hoping to see some of the other artists perform too now that he has the chance. The boys and I get ready for our performance and wait on the side of the stage for the host to announce us.

Simon has informed us we will know more about our schedule soon and since there is no meeting scheduled I assume we'll just receive it via email, which is fine by me because I won't have to face him. The less time I have to spend in his presence, the better. I am curious to see how our next couple of months will look and whether or not I will be able to see Louis quite a bit.

When it's our turn to hit the stage the crowd is already hyped up and even though I try to search for Louis, I fail miserably as he's probably in the back of this 16 thousand people crowd. I do however spot many fans with our faces on their shirts or our names written across their faces or arms with what I assume must be Sharpy. Hopefully, it won't hurt too much when they try to get it off later today!

The set goes great, we have a right laugh when Liam actually introduces the completely wrong song and our performance is over before we even know it. We do stick around to watch Little Mix perform their set as I text Louis to tell him where he can find me. I gulp down nearly two bottles of water and offer a quick smile and wave to someone who has noticed me standing on the side of the stage whilst watching the current performance.

I instantly step back when I hear Louis' voice behind me, afraid he might hug or kiss me, thinking we're out of sight of the crowd. Even though only a handful of people would have noticed, I cannot risk it. Surprisingly he just stands next to me and grabs my bottle to take a sip. "It took a while to convince the security I did not buy a fake backstage band to stalk my favourite celebrity" he chuckles. "Awh, you're not here to stalk me?" I tease him and watch him smile and roll his eyes before focusing again on the jumping girls on the stage.

When we get off the stage and back to our dressing room Louis talks to several people after Liam introduced him as our close friend and I talk to some friends from the business. I watch Niall and his friend goof off and throw popcorn at each other and spy Liam attempting to flirt with a good-looking brunette in the corner of the room.

After a solid four hours at the venue, we make our way over to a restaurant downtown with everyone we have invited. We're offered a table at the back of the venue which allows Louis and I to actually sit next to each other and I can't help but smile when Louis places his hand on my knee as he leans over to tell me how much he enjoyed the show. The music in this restaurant is loud enough to pretend we cannot properly hear each other without leaning into one another, which we gladly take to our advantage.

"I already forgot but mum has invited you and your family over for dinner some time," Louis says as he plays with the ring on my left ring finger. "That's so sweet. I'll have to see when everyone is available but please tell her how much I appreciate the invitation" I turn my hand around and lace our fingers together under the table, away from prying eyes of everyone else in the restaurant.

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