Numbers (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 13

"You are listening to 97.5 and I'm Elle the new radio host if you didn't recognize me but yeah, it's getting rainy with a high of 45°, pretty cold for fall but here's Paramore." My intro was pretty good, no stutters or grammar issues, I just wish I wasn't so awkward. But it's been a few hours since I have been doing this myself, and already I'm getting used to it. Sawyer left a few minutes ago to go eat dinner, leaving me here to make a fool of myself over radio. From the window across the hall I can see it getting dark, though I don't have a clock to tell the time. Estimations it's close to eight, and I don't know when I get off. If I would've known how late I had to stay I might of not even applied, but I'm guessing this is just for Fridays since they run pretty busy all night.

I yawn and stretch my back, standing up quickly causing my eyesight to blur. My eyes fill with tired tears and my back popping loudly. I swear I may've fell asleep there for a second just by standing, but quickly I'm "awoken" by the door clicking. I just hope that's Sawyer.

"Hey." Just my luck.

"Hey, Louis..." I mumble turning my head away from him, "Do you know the time?"

"Eight-twelve. That means we go on in three minutes."

"We?"

"Yup, remember, I do the studio on Friday nights."

"Oh, yes. How could I forget?"

He shrugs and sets a tape in front of me on the panel, pulling back Sawyer's chair and rolling it closer to the panel, and closer to me.

"So you do remixes?" I change the subject, running my fingers along the panel to meet the tape and study it.

"Yeah."

"So you make one once a week for Fridays?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, that seems hard."

"It is, because usually the remixes are between eight and fifteen minutes long. But I enjoy it."

"But that stuff takes a long time, right?"

"Well if you know the program like I do, you can usually lead your way through the basics pretty quickly like I do, and yet sometimes though I do have to take my work home and get it reviewed by peers."

"Peers?"

"Sawyer and my roommate usually help me out, but I would love to have some female feedback."

I snort, "Charmer, aren't you?"

"I would like to think."

"Well you keep trying." I roll my eyes.

Silence, but a comfortable silence. Just the sound of the music soothes us, so there's no reason to talk. It comes to a bitter end, shocking me out of my dazed state. I'm about to reach for my mic button, but Louis does first.

"Alright everyone it's eight-fifteen which means it's time for your weekly Friday remix. This one was a blow-away for me so I hope you like it to," Louis plays the tape and almost immediately he bites his lip.

"This one was actually awful." He says nervously, "I just hope there's not a glitch in the sound quality, I barely got time to review it."

"Calm down, it'll be fine." I tilt my head, "So where's Sawyer exactly that it takes him this long?"

"Don't you know? Sawyer's gone for the rest of the night. Once it turns to my show he's off his shift."

"So I have to stay too?"

"That's usually what we try for. Co-host and DJ for the Friday night show, since the DJ might not be as good with hosting but can take credits."

"Well that's stupid, I've worked all afternoon and have to wait around all day just for you?" I mumble.