The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 9

Louis Tomlinson

"And then the bra landed on my guitar! It was a sexy black lace." Edward exclaims, ending his sentence with a smirk.

We're all used to it. Panties, bras, sometimes tampons were usually thrown on the stage. We get some shirts too but we love the panties more. Like what Edward just mentioned, some of the undies were laces. There was this one underwear though, we had to burn it because it smelled...really bad.

Gross.

Liam grabs a beer and I notice him taking glances every now and then at the door. I know he's waiting for Sophia.

Niall is the one talking now and he's laughing loud as ever. I've only drank two bottles of beers but I feel heavy. My mind feels like it's swimming but I can still see straight and I'm sure I can still see the boys and my surroundings very clearly.

"Although, I do think I hit someone in the head when I threw my drumstick to the crowd. I saw the girls fighting over it and it was hilarious! The girl tried to push the other to the ground but she got tackled by the other's friend." He laughs proudly. "I wanted to take a video of it but Paul said it was rude. Dammit, the guy's a prude." Niall glares at Paul who was standing by the door of the bar's entrance who was minding his own business.

"That reminds me, I need to tell Paul that I need to get a string replaced. The one on my bass snapped this morning." Liam says. I think that's where he got that scar on his eyebrow. That must've hurt...

I haven't been talking. I really don't know why but I don't feel like talking tonight. I don't think anything--or anyone is bothering me, I just don't really feel like talking. Being the loudest in the band, I don't think I'm used to staying quiet. I'm only quiet when I'm concentrating on our music or when I miss my family.

I don't really know actually? I'm not missing my family, yet, since I've just seen them just the other day and we aren't doing anything about our music as of now. Maybe I'm catching something? A cold maybe?

*you're in denial* My mind tells me. Apparently, my brain has a voice of its own. Creepy that it's only now that I've found out about it.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, mate." Edward hisses, snapping me out of my mental conversations. "You alright?"

"Yea, I think I'm just coming down with something." I lie. I definitely don't feel anything.

Yet.

Zayn scoffs. "Yeah, a love bug must've bitten him last night."

"Ah yes, the Amelia bug. A very rare specie." Liam jokes, holding his hand up like he's some kind of scientist or bug expert and the boys laugh. I playfully punch him in the arm.

Amelia bug.

Haha.

That's a cute name for a bug.

...

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Don't tell me you actually believe in this love at first sight shit thing Lou? That's crazy." Niall chugs down his beer.

Love at first sight? What about love at first sight? Why are we talking about love at first sight? Do the boys really think I'm in love?

Who the fuck ate all my nachos?

I stare at my now empty plate, wondering if I really had eaten all my nachos. I don't think I haven't? I ordered one but I don't think I've even touched it! Who the fuck ate my fucking cheesy na---

"Yep, he's been infected alright." I darted my attention away from the empty plate, realizing that I've been staring at it. Maybe something is wrong with me?