Lucky Mistake (1D FanFiction)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Louis’ P.O.V.

‘What was all that about?’ Haz asked me after I talked to Jade in the cupboard. I waved my hand dismissively and he nodded. That’s one of the reasons me and Haz are such good friends, he knows when to back off.

I went over to Liam and started harmonising with him to get my vocal cords loosened, like we did before every show. He smiled at me when I started singing Drunk by Ed Sheeran in falsetto. He joined in, but did it lower than the original. It sounded good if I'm honest.

‘Lads, ye’re on in 5.’ Anna chimed in, a wide smile on her face. Anna was hot, but I already liked a girl. But did I like her? I mean, I've liked girls before, but it hasn’t felt like this. Normally I would just ask them out, but with her I'm scared out of my wits of rejection. What if I do ask her out, she says no, and it ruins out friendship? I love hanging out with Jade, and I want to be able to call her my friend. Girlfriend would be better, of course, but if friend was all I could get then I would take it. Speaking of Jade, she’s taking a long time to come back isn't she? I saw Eleanor’s car drive off a while ago, maybe I should check on her.

I made my way down the hall, hearing a slight blubbering in the distance. I furrowed my eyebrows; the sobbing was coming from my dressing room. I pushed open the door and took in the scene before me.

Jade was on the floor, hand marks on both cheeks, crying like crazy. I've never seen her look so fragile, so vulnerable, so broken. It tore my heart to pieces.

‘Jade?’ I called softly to her and her head shot up. Her lip then started quivering and tears started streaming down her face again. I ran over to her and pulled her into my chest, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. She just sobbed into my shirt, unaware that I was due onstage at the moment. ‘Babe, what happened?’

‘Eleanor… she-e… she said that you wer-were only hang-hanging out with m-me out of pi-pity.’ She hiccupped, not meeting my eyes. I tilted her chin and forced her to meet my gaze. She truly is beautiful, the way her eyes sparkle when she’s excited, or the way her face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning whenever we say we love her, but most of all, the way she was so confident. She had her insecurities, but she didn’t let the haters get to her. I commended that. I respect her for it. She truly is a strong person, both physically and mentally, and has been through more than she likes to let on. But she always puts others before herself. I wish I could say I like her, but truth be told I don’t. I love her.

‘You know that’s not true.’ I used a soft voice. Her eyes softened, making my heart flutter.

‘But why? Why would you want to be friends with me?’ she stared at her twiddling thumbs.

‘Because you are funny, smart, witty, confident, out-going, spontaneous and beautiful, inside and out.’ I said, tilting her chin yet again so she was looking at me.

‘That’s not true.’ She returned to her thumbs. It killed me to think she doesn’t see what I see when she looks in the mirror. I got up and held my hand out for her, indicating for her to do the same. She furrowed her eyebrows at me before taking my hand. She’s going to kill me for what I'm about to do, but I need to show her how beautiful she is.