Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6 - Louis

The signing wasn't too bad. We ended up having 10 minutes to spare and we decided to use them with our fans. 

I finish up the water in my bottle and head towards a small group of girls at the entrance of the hall. One of them points at me and causes the girl next to her to jump up and down with excitement. I wave and walk over to them. The girl who pointed at me approaches me with a tiny smile. She was the one who let me sign her tee shirt just now. 

I shake her extended hand. She has thick blonde hair which smells like vanilla. She smacks her gum a little too loudly for my liking. 

"Louis," she nods at me knowingly. 

I smile at her. I've forgotten her name. I remember her telling it to me just now but I still can't remember it. 

"Millie," she says, annoyance clear in her voice. Sassy.

"Hi, Millie," I force a smile.

She doesn't return it. Instead, she jumps straight into conversation.

"So, I need to ask you some questions, like, to confirm some stuff," she says, smacking her gum. 

"An interview?" I say and she nods.

"Okay, so, is Larry real?" she blurts. "I've seen so many proof but I just want to confirm if it's real or not," she says.

I stare at her, trying my best to keep my expression mutual. I musn't show signs of shock or amusement. 

I stifle a laugh to recompose myself. "No. It's not real," they've train me to said that, and that's what I'm going to do. 

She squints her eyes at me and folds her arms, pressing her lips into a thin, unpleasant line. 

"I don't believe you," she says.

"Look, Millie. You asked me if Larry was real or not. And I said no. That's my answer," I say, keeping my voice steady. I doubt that I sound firm enough for her to believe me. I think about the picture in my pocket. The picture which that boy fan drew for me. Can't Millie be more like him? 

"Well okay," she says. "But look at Harry. I can tell he loves you," she says in a quiet voice.

I look over at him and my eyes meet his green ones. My heart leaps. I cherish the moment before looking away hesitantly. It feels like so long since I last met those eyes. 

"See?" she points out. "They way you look at him. You like him," Millie smirks.

I shake my head. "No. We are just close friends," I say. If I do tell her the truth, they'll probably make me go on more dates with Eleanor. Besides, one of our security man are standing just a couple feet away from me. I'm sure he can hear our conversation.

"Yeah, sure you are," she blows a bubble, letting it pop loudly against her lips. I look away. 

"It's true. We're all good friends," I say, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Yeah, that's what you always say. Good friends. Close friends. Lovers. Same thing," she rolls her eyes.

Lovers. I wish that will happen some day. Maybe it will. Maybe, just maybe, Harry and I could be lovers. Real lovers with nothing to hide.

"He's looking at you," Millie says in a sing song voice, her eyes twinkling. My head snaps over to him and I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. He is  looking at me. I nod at him to stop myself from feeling embarrassed and Harry gives me a tiny smile. 

I love that smile.

"See? He likes you!" Millie waves her hands in the air. If she does that again she'll be attracting too much attention from the security men.