𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 {𝐿.𝑆.}

︎ 𝟙𝟜 ~ 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘥

"Louis why are you acting so nervous. It's just mister Corden. If he says something bad I'll beat the fuck out of him at the spot." I told Louis while we were walking around the empty halls of the school.

Everyone was leaving or already home but mister Corden had asked us to come see him after school. Louis was stressing about the fact that mister Corden wanted to hear him sing and you could say he was still slightly pissed at me for telling him.

"If you would've just kept your goddamn mouth shut he would've never even known and I'm not even that good of a singer. My voice is absolutely horrible. You can't convince me otherwise Styles." He was still playing with his fingers and kept running his hand trough his hair like I do normally.

"Hi." I said knocking on the door to get mister Corden's attention.

"Harold!" He said in a happy peppy voice. I sure hope he's not gonna be calling me that for the rest of the year. I already have to deal with Willow saying that.

"I've been dying to talk to you Harold. I wanted to ask you something." I'm guessing Harold it is.

"Ask me." I said smiling. I took a seat on a table and Louis sat down besides me.

"I wanted to ask you if maybe you'd want to play something for the performance at the and of the year. I know its a little early maybe but I thought it would be better to ask on time so you could think about it and maybe practice something." He sounded hopeful. And a little desperate.

"So James. How many open spots do you have to fill this year?" Louis suddenly asked. The smirk on his face was slightly amused.

"Too many Louis. Too many. Thats why I had another question for you Harry. Or maybe you Louis. I have this little group of guys. They make a little band but need a lead singer and I was wondering if maybe-"

"I'll think about it. I want to meet them before I promise anything." I cut him off. But he seemed more than happy with the fact that I would even give it a chance.

"I'll make sure you'll get to meet each other and even get the studio for you to rehearse if you want to. Thanks Harry you're really helling me out here. I know you didn't say yes but a maybe is still something good at this point."

He looked really relieved and took a few deep breaths before continuing his questions.

"Uhm what else did I have to ask you two? Oh yeah. Louis. Harry said you could sing."

Louis shot me a glare and I rolled my eyes. He can. He's just too deaf to hear.

"I warn you, I can't sing. And before you tell me I can and ask me to do those performance things. My answer is no, James. Just ask multitalent Harry here." He said smiling at me.

"Well can I at least here you sing?" He asked hopefully.

"I can play guitar if you want?" I tried to comfort Louis. I saw he felt uncomfortable and that's not at all what I want him to be.

He nodded and I asked what song. We went for Wonderwall from Oasis. I started strumming and soon Louis sang along.