What I Found Onstage (A Louis Tomlinson Story)

Chapter Two!

The next morning, I sit on my couch watching the telly happily, when the doorbell rings. My jaw drops as I open it.

"Louis Tomlinson." I say, looking him over. "I said we should do it again, but I didn't mean you should stalk me home!"

He laughs a bit, standing in the doorway. "I didn't stalk you! I searched you on the internet!"

I face palm it. "WAY less creepy."

"I know!" He announces, stepping inside. "But there are some pretty unflattering things on there, you might want to look them over." He winks.

My mind looks over recent events. Then not so recent events. ...And what I'm embarrassed about is that fact that I'm still in my pajamas.

"Wait here a minute." I say. "I have to go change into some real clothes."

"Oh! So those are pajamas. Coming from the girl who wore her tie around her head, I couldn't be sure." He says playfully.

"Oh shut up." I laugh, running upstairs to my room. I instantly throw on a casual outfit. Red shorts, a white tee and navy scarf. I put my hair in a braid. Okay, maybe I'm not dressing too casual... But to be frank, nothing in my closet really is casual. I put some eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipgloss on before I run back downstairs.

I find Louis talking with my mum on the couch.

"Oh no..." I mumble, walking faster, then taking a seat next to Louis. "So... What're you two talking about?"

"Well I hadn't met your friend Louis, so I was wondering what he was doing in my house." My mum laughs.

"And your lovely mother happened to tell me that you have a talent show today." Louis grins.

"Oh that's nothing huge..." I say, with a flick of the wrist.

"I'll let you two have your fun." My mum says, standing up. But not before she whispers, rather loudly in my ear. "He's a keeper. And so cute!"

"Mum." I blush. She smiles as she retreats up the stairs. "Forgive her."

He laughs a bit. "I already knew that though."

I just roll my eyes. He looks me over.

"You clean up well." He says.

I blush even more. "Well I'm glad to know that I'm not burning your eyes." I say sarcastically.

"I didn't say that." He laughs. I throw a cushion at him. "But I wouldn't be wrong to suppose you're singing Grease today, right?"

"Well that's what I was practicing yesterday." I sigh.

"What's wrong with it?" He asks.

"It's pretty slow... And knowing the intelligence level at my school, they'll fall asleep." I lay across the couch with my feet on his lap and my hands behind my head.

"Well I have a better idea anyways." He says, putting his index finger in the air.

"And what would that be?"

"Sing with me." He grins expectantly.

"Excuse me?" If I had been drinking something, this would be the part where I spit it out.

"Sing. With. Me. Boy, if the kids at Hall Cross aren't as smart as you, and you can't understand three words... Then I actually feel sympathy for Evans." He gasps.

"Quiet! I'm trying to process this... You, want me, to sing with you. Like a duet?"

"That would make more sense than a trio." He nods.