The Trouble with Double

Chapter Two- Butterflies

The time had finally arrived, and the car taking me was circling around to the front of the hotel. It felt as if I was sweating bullets I was so nervous, and it made me even more horrified to think of sweat stains in this dress. Once I entered the car I retrieved my phone for the last couple moments of sanity I had left for this evening. I quickly scrolled through instagram, twitter, and snapchat, anything to make me feel more grounded in this last couple minutes of solitude. It didn't help though, for everywhere I went on social media, people were buzzing about the award show. There were some who were already comparing outfits and actions of those who had already arrived, which gave me even more to be terrified of. This made me shut my phone off and violently shove it into my clutch. "Careful!" Maggie screeched as she saw me do this, "That purse is Prada!" I rolled my eyes and ignored her, hopefully making her stop talking to me. It didn't work though, not even 5 seconds later she was talking again. "Honey, this is all going to be great, ok? You've done these events before, you know what you are doing." I sighed and looked up at her, suddenly feeling bad for hoping she would shut up. "It's just never been this big. I mean there are so many people, so many cameras, everyone is watching every breath I take!" With each word the volume of my voice became louder and louder. Maggie suddenly grinned. "Is this about that Louis guy? Are you scared because I told you he would be there." I scoffed. She didn't get it. "No, Maggie, this isn't about some guy I have never even met before. I was simply wondering if he would be there tonight." Maggie rolled her eyes and let out a small giggle. I decided to remain silent for the rest of the ride to prove my point even further.

 Finally, our big black car stopped in front of the theater hosting the VMAs. The whole place was crawling with A-list celebrities, security guards, and what seemed like miles of dark red velvet carpet. My legs shook as I got up and out of the car, and on the way in I could feel my hands trembling. There was a small table at the front of the red carpet, and around it were hundreds of screaming people. I told the lady at the table my name, my manager's name, and my security man, Jeff's, name. She nodded me in and told me to head to the table all the way at the end of the carpet when I was done with interviews.

Interviews? I thought to myself as I walked through the sea of people around me. I hadn't even thought about the interviews, my mind was just swimming with all the people I could potentially see, I had totally forgotten about them. I flashed a quick panicked look at Maggie, and she touched my shoulder in an act of protection back, it was small but made me feel more at ease. My first interview felt quite strange actually. It was with a very small woman with a very big microphone. I obliged and answered all of her questions, feeling giddy when it was over. My first interview on the red carpet! That was a hell of a crazy thought. Soon I was halfway through the crowd, just on the cusp of entering the big golden doors into the ceremony. I had survived 3 interviews, which made me feel accomplished, but Maggie reminded me that Vogue was at the end of the carpet and had called her ahead to make sure they met with me. My hands started to shake once again as I saw the impending man with a microphone that had the Vogue logo stamped right on it. I approached him slowly, trying not to sneak up on him. He quickly whipped around forgetting whatever other celebrity he was interviewing to speak to me. "Miss Audrey Beckett! It's lovely to see you tonight!" He said to me in a deep booming voice. I smiled warmly at him while trying to look around his large body to see who I cut off mid interview, but it was too hard to tell. All I could see was a pair of clean white sneakers attached to some steamed black trousers. Shit, it's a guy. I hope he wasnt cute. I thought to myself as I continued on with the short interview. Maggie finally interrupted after a couple minutes and tried to push me along towards the door, it was time for me to find my table. 

"Well Dwayne, it was nice speaking to you this evening!" I called after him as I got ushered toward the door. Suddenly, I felt a hitch in my shaky legs, and soon they were going out on me completely. I felt myself tumble to the ground face first, in front of all these people. I hit the ground hard, my head bouncing off the pavement underneath the soft carpet, flipping me over to land on my back. My eyes were closed when I landed, and my head was fuzzy, but I could still feel my face turn hot and red with embarrassment. Quickly, even before opening my eyes, I tried to sit up, but the rush made my spine slap right back down on the ground once again. "Woah, woah, woah, easy tiger." I heard an all too familiar voice say. Was that?! No, it couldn't be. There was no way that was Louis Tomlinson's hand under my throbbing head. His hand was warm, and as small as the action was, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when he touched me. I slowly opened my eyes revealing to myself the inevitable. There, three inches from my face was Louis. 

I blushed as he grinned at me, turning my thoughts into slush. I sat up slowly then, and his hand remained on the back of my head. His other hand clutched my waist as he helped me stand, but he kept his face so close to mine while doing so. His breath was warm on my face and he smelled good, like rain. It was a familiar scent, but I couldn't place it anywhere. Our noses were practically touching, making our lips just a head tilt away from each other. "You alright love?" He said as I came to a complete stand, and I simply smiled in return. After a few awkward seconds of me being dazed and not saying a word, I finally spove. "Now I am." I said and he chuckled to himself. "You're alright to stand on your own now, can I let go of you?" I nodded keeping our eyes locked in the most intense staring competition ever. I looked away first, needing to ground myself on the bright carpet. That's when I saw his shoes, clean white, and his trousers, nicely steamed and black. It was Louis who I cut off so rudley? I suddenly felt terrible as I gained balance, but I still looked up at him. 

"Thank you for saving me," I said while batting my eyelashes towards him. He looked down at the ground with a wide smile then back up at me. "For you love, anyday." I was stunned. Was THE Louis Tomlinson flirting with me? This was crazy. And the worst part was, it all had happened so fast that I forgot we were standing at the VMAs, and there were cameras pointed at us in every direction. I instantly could feel hundreds of eyes on us, but Louis didn't seem to care. His hand was still firmly placed at my waist. "What was your name?" He whispered in my ear. My eyes got wide and I froze. A large hand then slapped Louis's shoulder from the other direction. "Tommo!" I heard the man say, "It's time to go in!" This man clearly couldn't see the moment Louis and I were having, for he grabbed Louis arm and dragged him away from me. As I saw Louis leave me I noticed who the man was, it was his bandmate, Liam Payne. He gave me a small wave goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd.