Confused Much? // l.t

06: National Falling Day?

Louis' POV:

The rest of the concert was a blur. I tried to put my all in it but I was extremely distracted by a certain girl whom I knew nothing about. Hopefully our fans enjoyed the concert, but I defiantly didn’t. My mind was surfing through reasons to why I would feel like this towards Amanda… A girl I barley spoke to.

I knew that the concert was over but I made absolutely no effort to know where I was going. I just followed the person in front of me off the stage and through numerous dull doors and hallways. Nothing seemed to occur to me, other than I was falling hard. Literally.

I quickly picked myself up from the hard ground dusting my shoulders off in a ‘boss like’ manner. Thankfully, when I tripped over the random cluster of wire that was placed in the middle of a corridor… I landed on my bum. Quickly, I patted it better and scanned for anybody around me that I could follow again. In no time I spotted a certain dark brown quiff bopping up a down, turning right.

As I jogged close enough to Zayn, my navy blue ®Toms and his blinding white sneakers stepped together in sync. He didn’t notice me a meter behind him so I started to go deep in thought again, my legs leading me wherever Zayn went. I silently hoped he didn’t decide to go to the loo.

I let my train of thought get sucked into thinking about a certain angelic girl… and no it’s not my mum.

The way she sings makes me feel like I know everything about her; she expressed her feelings through her voice so much that I could tell what she was feeling. Like every time she sang, her walls of de-fence would shatter and all that was left was someone so vulnerable, that you felt helpless as well.

I was shaken out of my intense thinking when I was sent to go change into some more comfortable clothes backstage by one of our wardrobe assistants. Sadly, I was extremely lazy at the moment and I had absolutely no intention of moving my body around in a limited amount of space.

Not bothering to change out of my sweat-drenched clothes, I took a look at my surroundings and found myself sitting in the dressing room sofa, with my best mates by my side. On there faces were knowing smirks that made me extremely curious.

“So, you think Amanda’s vulnerable huh?” Zayn said with a huge grin on his face. Wait? How did he know what I was thinking?

Crap did I say that out loud?

I rolled my eyes in response, but I felt my cheeks heating up. The boys all grinned at me except for Harry. Liam’s smile faltered a little bit, but gave me another knowing look but some pity was openly shown in his chestnut brown eyes. I had a feeling he knew what was going through my mind.

Well duh, you said it all our loud for the whole world to hear, my brain has a mind of it’s own even though it is a mind.

I didn’t tell the whole world, it just slipped in front of the boys. Golly brain! I slumped even lower in my side of the sofa, as everyone went back to there own business… that being twitter.

Though Harry wasn’t on twitter, he was in his own world, staring intently at the dressing room door like he was expecting somebody to magically come through it. His face of thought slowly turned into a scowl, the twinkle in his emerald green eyes was no longer visible. Anger, Frustration and Longing took its place. He looked like a completely different creature. Suddenly, out of nowhere… he ran full speed at the door somehow managing to open it as well. Seconds later he collided with something, with a high-pitched, nasally scream.

And I knew for a fact, that scream wasn’t Harry’s.

That caught the rest of the boy’s attention and they started to figure out what the scene un-folding in front of them was. It actually looked like we all were trying to figure out what just happened, even Harry.

After a few extra seconds of finally figuring out what happened, Harry’s eyes opened wide enough to fit the entire venue. He hastily stepped back while Liam stood up from the couch, trying to find out what happened. Hazza went around the person he bumped into and speed walked out of the room, showing No emotion whatsoever.

Since he left, all of us could get a clear look of what happened. Liam obviously found out first and stepped back. Why would he do that? His eyes widened at me and nodded his head towards the outside of the door. I went over to him and saw what was there in front of me.

On the left was ‘Hot Pink Parana” but when she saw us, she unsteadily sprinted in her 5 inch Hot Pink heels, tripping non-stop. The situation was quite funny but I stopped the laughter from coming through my mouth once I saw who else was there.

It was Amanda… and she was unconscious on the floor.

I was about to go into ‘panic mode’ and hit my head against the dark grey cement wall, when I stopped myself before I would. The situation situated inside my whirlpool of different thoughts, but more I thought about it the more I felt stupid.

Amanda is hurt… she needs help duh! Gosh I can be so smart sometimes! Please, note the sarcasm.

I ripped my eyes off the cement wall, and slowly made my way to Amanda. Some brunette strands of hair were framing her perfect face, and I had the sudden urge to stroke them away. But my urges didn’t matter. [A/N: that sounded wrong hehehe ‘urges’]

 Liam stood frozen in the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Amanda. Zayn and Niall were a few meters behind Liam, stood in shock. Ignoring them, I sat beside her, resting her head in my lap.

At that moment, the promise that I made to myself backfired back to me.

I wouldn't take part her life.

A part I am dying to take.

She needs somebody; I argued with myself, I could let this one slide.

I gently picked her up and brought her inside the dressing room, laying her down on the boring ivory colored couch. Liam, Niall Zayn and I crowded around the couch watching her intensely. She looked so peaceful- and actually vulnerable.

Liam being the sensible one that he is checked her heartbeat by placing a hand on her left side. He breathed out a sigh of relief, nodding slowly at us with a small smile. The impact of stupid Harry hit her… but she was okay.   

Out of nowhere anger built up inside of me. My hands clenched up into fists, and my jaw clenched tight. I went on my knees [A/N: Pray ‘in!] and suddenly drooped low, giving up on my feelings.

I wasn’t worth it.

This was my entire fault. If only I didn’t scream Niall’s name at the airport… which caused us to lose our opening act, If only I didn’t make myself that promise… I wouldn’t have day dreamed about it in the dressing room, If only I didn’t say my say my feelings out loud… which caused Harry to storm out of the room, If only I wasn’t so stupi-

I was interrupted by her angelic voice.

“Louis?”

Vas Happen’in?

You sooooo weren’t expecting that were you? Muhahahaha! Cliff Hanger, but you most likely know who it is so blah!

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