The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

I Don't, I Can't, I Won't

Kaitlyn

The guys were currently performing What Makes You Beautiful and making every single girl in the audience go crazy. Every so often, whenever Louis would have a solo or sing in the background, he would coyly glance over at me and wink or smirk, it was actually really cute.

I will admit that I was jumping and screaming out like all the other fan girls, because I am a die-hard fan like the rest of them. My experience though, is just a little bit different than theirs.

As soon as Harry finished his last solo, the confetti canons went off and sprayed us all with red and white confetti. I jumped up and down like a crazy person, yelling and screaming so loud, I’m sure people in Asia could’ve heard me. The boys walked off stage after a wave and snatching up a few signs that fans had passed down to the front row. As Louis took one, he glanced at me with a smile that I returned, maybe even twice as big. He chuckled, stood back up and walked off the stage behind Niall and Zayn.

Preston stands to attention and holds his hand out to gesture as in a ‘ladies first’ manner to follow after the boys. I thank him politely and follow the halls to where the boys would be gathered.

After following the walls of a few hallways, I finally come to the door of the boy’s dressing room. Before I turn the handle of the door, I hear a few whispers. So, to make sure I’m not trespassing on a conversation, I press my ear to the door to get a better listen, just quickly.

“Lou, you need to do something, because it’s eating you up inside not telling her or doing something about it,” a voice encourages and I place it as Zayn’s.

“He’s right, Louis,” I hear Liam tell Louis, “The longer you leave this, the more you’re going to over think it.”

I hear Louis scoff before he exasperatedly says, “And what am I supposed to say? How about, ‘oh hey, Kaitlyn how’s the weather today? By the way, I’m pretty sure I love you’? Is that what I’m supposed to say?”

As soon as I hear that, I throw the door of the dressing room open and look at all five of the boys in shock. Then, I turn my head to Louis and his face has one emotion, fear.

“What the fuck, Louis?” I demand.

“K-Kaitlyn… I-err…” he stutters.

“Did I just fucking hear you correctly?” I ask him softly but forcefully.

“What is it that you think you heard?” he asks quickly.

“Do you love me? Because that’s what I heard you fucking say.”

“Well, I…err…” he stutters again and I can see it in his eyes that he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“Just tell her, mate. You probably won’t get a better chance than this,” Niall says.

“Go on, tell me. Or do you want to hide it from me still?” I ask.

Louis sighs before he answers, “Yes, it’s true, okay? I do love you.”

I gasp and take a step back, “No, Louis. You can’t.”

He looks up at me with shock clearly written on his face, “I… can’t? What’s that supposed to mean?” He roars.

“You can’t fucking love me!” I shout back.

“And why the fuck not?” He takes a step forward as he raises his eye brows at me.

Tell him anything Kaitlyn, get him off your back. Do you remember what the last person who loved you did? Do you remember what Lucas did? You can’t let Louis do the same thing. Say anything to make it stop.