username.~Larry Stylinson [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8

*Louis' POV*

"Long time, no see," a deep, yet familiar voice said.

I dropped my phone. I quickly scrambled to retrieve it from the floor, embarassed doesn't even come halfway close to what I felt at that moment. I looked next to me, at Stan, who had his eyes wide and jaw dropped. I looked at the scene in front of me.

The first person that my eyes saw was Liam. Liam fucking Payne and his quiff and his chocolate brown eyes that just made me want to melt into a puddle.

Standing next to Liam, was Zayn Malik. Zayn was carefully crafted by the Gods, his voice carefully puzzled together by Beyonce, and his eyes were so bold and mysterious.

Then there was Niall Horan. The lad looked like he had just bleached his hair before tonight's concert. His smile was so genuine, you felt like you could fly and sing and dance like a lunatic.

Then there was Harry Styles. The most beautiful man on Earth. His eyes were green like shiny emeralds, his hair silkier than any expensive fabric I have ever seen. His dimples, oh those dimples, which made craters in his cheeks, made me feel gooey inside. He was so tall and lean, and--I should really stop because I was going to get a boner.

Niall turned to Harry and whispered, "You told me you knew him, why is he stari--."

Harry cut him off by elbowing him in the stomach and put a smile on his face. I was honestly so confused as to why I was here. Did I win a contest or something? I wondered if Stan had put this together, but he was about as surprised as I was.

"Louis!" Harry started as he pulled me into a hug. "How are you, mate? How's the book store been?"

"Good, s'all been good," i replied to him. Oh, goodness, I was repeating words. I probably sounded like a crazy fan, not that i already was. Pfft. "So...why am I back here?"

"Ummm..." Harry said, deep in thought. "Uhhhh--"

Liam interrupted, "Sometimes, at our shows, we pick one random person to come backstage and meet us. Our management picks about 20 random names, and we pull one out of a hat."

Harry nodded seeming relieved, as did Niall and Zayn.

Was this even real? How did I manage to get picked out of thousands of people to meet these boys? How was it that I just happened to be working at the book store at the same time Harry got mobbed and came into the store for safety. If this wasn't fate pushing us together, then I don't know what was.

After Stan and I had calmed down a bit, we managed to get into heavy conversation with the four boys. I mainly talked to Harry because we were married, may I have reminded you. Stan talked to Niall about football, mainly. By the way, that bastard lied to me, he said he wasn't keeping up with football. But based on his conversation with the Irish lad, he most definitely has been.

One of their managers came over to tell us that our time was up and that the boys were going to have to go onstage soon. So, I said my goodbyes to Niall, Liam, and Zayn. I left Harry for last, on purpose of course.

I pulled him into a hug. When I pulled away, I looked into his green orbs and said, "G'bye, Harry."

"Bye, Louis!" He said to me as I started to move backwards slowly. I was just trying to gather as much of him as I possibly could before we headed back to our seats. "Maybe we'll run into each other again, as that has happened twice now."

"Maybe, yeah," I told him, and I was a blushing mess.

He waved goodbye to me as we started to head back to our seats. We were accompanied by a guard who was there to escort us back. We started to go into a different direction than we had come from. And somehow, we ended up on the floor in the second row.