“Hey Lou, mind looking that way?” You call as you finish the powder on his face. He complying thurns this way and that, long familiar with the pre-show rehearsal.
“Uh Sky,” His voice sounds…different, then usual and when you turn to look at him in the mirror you could almost swear you see something flash in his eyes.
“Uh, huh,” You answer, confused. Sure the concert starts in a few minutes but its not like this is anything new, this is the fifth concert for their second world tour. He should be used to this, and he is, apart from the pre-show jitters that all of them get.
“Sky, Lou,” Harry calls as he walks by, “five minutes ‘till we’re on.”
“I’m finished, you better go get ready to walk onstage.” You tell Louis, laughter in your voice. Harry always checks on Louis before the concerts, and it’s a good thing too. If not for Harry, Louis would already have been late for three talk shows and more concert beginnings then you can count.
“Yeah, but Sky…” He sounds nervous and more then a little bit distressed.
This time it’s Liam, warning in his tone.
“Come on Louis, your gonna be late.” You practically shove him out of his chair. You can’t help but notice that he looks a little hurt. It’s probably nothing, you tell yourself, it’s never been anything in the past. Still, you’ve always liked Lou as something…no, you can’t think of him this way. You work for him. You’ve never let yourself acknowledge that you think of Louis as something more then the brotherly figure you picture the rest of the boys, and he’s never given you any idea that he thinks of you as something other then an employee, a friend or at the very most a sister.
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“Good job guys, like always.” The boys come offstage laughing and shoving each other. One by one you take their mikes and hand them a wet wipe to clean the makeup off of their faces. They head back to change into more comfortable clothes and you walk over to the head of sound to return the mikes. On your way back to the tech room you hear high-pitched laughter and your stomach sinks. That’s right, instead of having the VIP’s meet the boys before the concert, they were going to meet them afterwards, in the hope it would make things run more smoothly. You walk past the room the laughter is coming from and see around 17 laughing, squealing, spray-tanned and over-made up girls hanging off of the boys every words. You know how exciting this moment must be for them but to tell the truth the meeting with the VIP girls is your least favorite part of every show. You can’t help but feel almost, sorry, for these girls because they come off as…well, as something you wouldn’t want to come off as. Keep walking, why are you staring at them so much anyway? You ask yourself and as you turn away to look at each of the boys, as usual they all look happy to be surrounded by their fans but at the same time a little uncomfortable with all of the attention. Well, almost all of them, Harry as of always is basking in the limelight and shamelessly flirting with one bimbo in particular, the rest…wait, no something is different. Louis looks like he is actually enjoying himself, they girl hanging off of him is actually quite pretty and as you watch he says something funny and she throws her head back and laughs. He looks quite pleased with himself. He looks up, meeting your eyes for a moment before turning back to the girl and laughing with her. What do I care? You’re like his sister. You tell yourself, Sister. Sister. Sister. The word echoes through your brain as you absent-mindedly walk down the hall.
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“Hey, I meant to catch you earlier.” Louis pulls you aside as you clean up backstage, the VIP girls long gone. After you delivered the mikes you, went back and cleaned up your make up for the boys, packing it into the tour bus.
“Really? When I saw you earlier you looked quite happy without me.” The sharp retort pulls itself out of your mouth, almost before you realize what you are saying.
“What? Oh, you mean Sara…”
“Oh? Sara, so now she is important enough to have a name?” You are angry, furious, and you have no idea where it’s come from. Or, maybe that’s a bit of a lie.
“Listen Skylar, I don’t know why you are so mad, its not like anything happened. And besides, even if it did, what does it matter to you?”
What does it matter to you? The question, so obvious, so simple, hits like a cannonball in your chest and you feel yourself almost stagger backwards from the implications. What does it matter to you?
Louis must see it on your face because his drops, “You know I don’t mean it like that Sky. Please nothing happened, she’s nice that’s all. We just exchanged numbers, that’s it.”
They exchanged numbers, the only thing that makes it into your head. You don’t know what to think, so you don’t. You turn and start to walk down the hall, mind reeling. Louis hurries after you.
“Sky-“ He grabs your arm.
“Please, just don’t touch me.” You whisper, with not enough left into to say any more then that. He drops your arm like a hot coal and he stops walking. First a few feet behind you, then five, then ten. Then he runs, making up the distance in half the time. Ignoring your quite protests he grabs you and pulls you into a small supply closet. You stand a foot, maybe less, away but you refuse to look up, to look into his eyes, as he pulls the cord to turn the stark bulb on.
“Skylar, I, I wanted to tell you earlier.” He begins. You look up but he isn’t looking at you, he’s looking down, at the ground like he is ashamed.
“I, god, this is hard.” He looks up and for a moment your eyes meet, his grey blue and burning with something you’ve never seen before. You look down, but you can feel his eyes burning into your skull. He continues,
“I, I don’t know how you feel and I know this is only going to screw up what we have but, I, I couldn’t leave it unsaid.” Your heart kicks up, but you try to force it back sure that you are only headed for disappointment if you let yourself believe for one minute, one second that-
“Skylar, I have always loved you and I always will.” It comes out in a rush of breath. That is all the hope you need, and in shock you look up, look into those grey, blue, sparkling eyes that you have always loved. And maybe, just maybe he sees something in yours too because that is all he needs to bend down and press his mouth on yours, kissing you softly.
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Going In One Direction- A collection of 1D one shots
FanficA collection of One Direction one shots- some I think up but don't want to make into a full fledged story and some are requests. If you want one just pm me!
