Blue Eyes (Tommo Series Prequel)

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I'd never been to the VMA's before, I hadn't even dressed up since my year twelve formal. So when Louis asked me to accompany him, of course I was delighted to attend.

That of course was before he'd laid out the catch.

I was going as Liam's date. It occurred to me strange when he'd asked me to go, considering I hadn't heard of him breaking up with Eleanor. It's not like I didn't like Liam, I just didn't know him very well.

Yet there I went, walking down that carpet with the man, fans screaming, reporters yelling questions. It wasn't exactly my kind of glamour.

"When we're inside things will get calmer." Liam whispered into my ear, I hadn't even realised that he'd been watching me.

I flashed him a smile, as a cameraman cornered the two of us without warning. Liam wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we took the time to reveal our best forced smiles.

I thanked Liam as we were ushered off to our seats, he laughed and told me not to worry, he'd done this all before.

"You look lovely." Eleanor managed to compliment me as Liam pulled me past Louis and the tiny brunette.

"You too." I smiled, even though I didn't feel like chatting to the only person standing between Louis and I having a real relationship.

Louis poked his head out beside her, mouthing the words "I'm sorry." He meant well, but it didn't change a thing.

The awards ended well into the evening, and everyone wanted to celebrate the win, I didn't feel much like partying, but Harry had convinced me to stick around. I knew better than to let a handsome British man charm me into a bar, but I was feeling sorry for myself and quite frankly I didn't care.

"You're jealous." He teased me as he thrust against me on the dance floor. The lights were playing with my head, I thought for sure that I was drunk even though I knew I wasn't. The dizzy feeling I had inside of me was more off putting than Louis drunkenly swaying with Eleanor I had spotted in the corner of my eye.

Harry had followed my glance and grabbed hold of both of my hands sweetly. "He's a twat, don't let either of them know that they'd bothering you." He advised which brought a small smile against my lips. He was right, no matter how pouty I felt, I couldn't show it.

"Why are you dancing with me anyway?" I asked him curiously, he still hadn't let go of my wrists I noticed, picking myself up against the tempo of the music. "I thought you had a date."

Harry laughed, "I wouldn't call it a date. We're just mates."

I gave him a look, which made him laugh again. Only this time he couldn't look me in the eye. "Sure, and her entire album isn't about you."

He was blushing, and I couldn't help but smile. "Just mates?" I asked once more which made him shrug.

"Too much history to be anything more."

I nodded, I knew that exact feeling.

"You still didn't answer my question." I reminded him, trying my hardest to keep my eyes on him.

"Maybe I like your dancing." He said lowly, just as the music changed. It was a slower song, and I knew I didn't want to look over at Louis again, I couldn't stand the idea of him dancing closer to his perfect girlfriend any longer.

Harry's eyes looked past me, I turned to see what he was looking at, or who rather since Louis had snuck up behind us.

"Can I cut in?" He asked his roommate, Harry nodded and looked down at me. He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, whispering me a string of good luck just as Louis reached down to grab hold of my hips.

"Having a good time?" He asked, I was about to answer but he shook his head to stop me. It was prominent that he didn't want to know my honest response. He understood.

"You look amazing." He finally breathed, leaning closer toward me. "I meant to tell you that earlier, but I couldn't."

I nodded, trying to keep my pouty face but it was growing into a hard task. Why did he have to compliment me? I was trying so desperately to stay mad at him for screwing me over, but here he was with his stupid charm, and that sexy accent and everything was going to hell. I looked up at him and smiled, giving into my feelings. "Why'd you ask me here tonight?" I asked, curious to hear his answer. I knew he wanted to spend time with me, even if it was from a distance.

"You've never shared this with me before, I wanted you to see this part of my life." He whispered, I was suddenly aware of how close we were standing, the beating of my heart against my chest, I could feel his beating back. It was almost unbearable, especially when I could feel his breath against my face.

I dared to look up at his eyes, he looked so gentle and calm, so beautiful staring back at me. My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to remember how to breathe again.

"Jay." He whispered, lowering his face towards mine.

This was it, it was going to happen and my heart couldn't be more hyperactive. I was closing my eyes when I heard her voice.

"Louis, we have to go."

He pulled away, his face looked so broken. It matched the way I felt. "I'm sorry." He managed to whisper, I could tell he was holding back his own anger, when I was holding back my own tears.