Two of Us // l.s

The after party

Hello my darlings! I'm reaaaaaally sorry that it took me so long to update, I'll try to be quicker. Thank you all so much for reading this i can't believe how many views I've already gotten. I really hope you enjoy this chapter xxx <3

P.s Happy Valentines day, I wonder what louis and harry are up too... ;)

Louis' POV

It was Monday night and we were counting down the minutes until we went onstage. We spent what felt like the whole day, getting ready. Well Lou Teasdale getting us ready.

"Ok Louis, you can go now" she sighed. "Just please don't shake your head around too much. You know how hard it is to get that mess looking half-decent?"
"Lou It's a concert, so that could be a problem" I said. I mean I appreciate the things she does to make me look "pretty", but at the end of the day there would be no way my hair was gonna stay in place, not at all.

"Whatever Tomlinson, now get out of my sight" she said rolling her eyes. Honestly people nowadays. Did she even know who I was? Louis Tomlinson. Louis Fucking Tomlinson, from One Direction! I mean show some respect.

I made my way over to the boys who where in a huddle. I slipped in between Liam and Zayn. I felt Zayn put his arm around my waist and gave it a quick squeeze. He shot me a smile, wishing me luck.

"Right lads," said Liam "We have a big crowd tonight, so let's give them a good show. You know how hard you've worked for this, and it could be taken away at any second. I want you all to remember when you go out on that stage that you are brave, you are beautiful you are talented, you are smart, and you are loved. Loved by every single person out there in that audience loves you. Think of all the other normal, boring things you could be doing right now, but you're not, you're part of One Direction, so be grateful to be here and-"

"Oh, for god's sake Liam! We fooking get it, stop trying to be all cool with your "inspirational" pep talks mate. You sound a fooking like a loser" I said trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, Liam couldn't take a joke. He grabbed me by the neck, held me in a headlock, and noogied me, until he was stopped, by a furious Lou Teasdale.

"Oh, my Lord! Boys what on earth is going on?! This is unacceptable! Look at the mess you've made of Louis' hair!" she screeched.

"It was already a mess" sniggered Zayn. Which Lou did not appreciate.

"Liam I can't believe you did this! So immature, the whole lot of you's. Louis come with me; I've got five minutes to fix this mess"

"So immature" I said shaking my head at Liam and sticking my tongue out, as I followed Lou back into the dressing rooms.

***

The familiar uneasy feeling in my tummy returned as I made my way across the stage. I still wasn't used to the feeling, although I had been performing for a while now. The blinding lights shined from above and a sharp pain suddenly shot through my head. I just wanted to get this over and done with.

 As much as I loved performing, entering the stage always killed me. My legs felt like jelly as I stood in my spot onstage. I gripped my microphone, my hands sweating profusely. I looked over at Harry, he gave me a reassuring smile, and I knew everything was going to be ok.

***

The show was amazing. Sometimes it felt like the fans knew the songs better than we did, they were so supportive, I couldn't ask for better fans. We all waved goodbye for the last time making our way off the stage, sweaty, breathless and delighted with ourselves. 

The high we felt after every performance is something I'll never forget. I felt like I was on top of the world and I never wanted to come down. However the night wasn't over yet, and little did I know that we all would be getting much, much higher in the next couple of hours.

We had always had a party after every show, to celebrate. Unfortunately, I was the only one who was old enough to get in to most places, but that didn't stop us from having some fun. I would always stop by the shops and stack up on alcohol,( the type always depended on the mood we were in). Tonight, we were feeling like shots, so I bought a couple of bottles of vodka and we made our way home.

We all sat down on the brown, circular rug in the living room. Zayn on my left, and Harry on my right. Zayn gave my hand a squeeze and smiled at me.

"Right lads, take your pick" said Niall cheerfully as he poured the alcohol into the last shot glass. I reached over to get one and brought the glass to my lips, straight away I could feel the vodka burning down my throat. I squinted my eyes and a shiver went up my spine.

"Aw can my baby not take the alcohol?"  Zayn said, mocking me. I rolled my eyes and playfully punched his shoulder.

"I know something that will cheer him up, I'll be back" said Zayn. I raised an eyebrow wondering what he would bring back.

He returned with a joint, classic Zayn.

"Let's get this party started!" yelled Liam. Which surprised me, normally Liam would give us a lecture and go all protective daddy on us. The alcohol obviously was getting to his head.

"C'mon Lou, It'll be fun" said Harry. I looked into his sparkling emerald eyes, as he passed the joint to me.

"Yeh fun" I said as I took a swig, the real fun was yet to come.