Turquoise (L.S)

XV

Madness, mayhem and meticulous planning for performances, interviews, and paparazzi: That was the whirlwind Louis was whipped up in.

His performance of 505 had become something of a viral sensation, and he had been unable to leave Harry's mansion, without being hit with a frenzy of screaming fans and press. Overnight, Louis had gone from a pub singer from Doncaster, to a constant trending topic on Twitter. The sudden change filled the singer with dread and anxiety. He was conscious of every move he made, and paranoia seeped through his brain. It all felt too surreal, and he constantly had to pinch himself to check that he was in reality.

Lottie and Niall had been incredibly supportive of his overnight sensation label, and had been ringing him constantly, sending him bouts of approval and encouragement. Louis was grateful for them. Despite the unforeseen change in his life, they were keeping him grounded and it was comforting to know that they were there for him.

Always.

They did not make him any less lonely, however. He was being pulled deeper and deeper into celebrity status, without any proper guidance. His competitors had not garnered the same attention, and many were hostile towards him, envious of his fame.

He yearned for Harry to help him. Offer him some words of wisdom; wrap a long, tattooed arm around his small torso, but that was wishful thinking.

The two had not spoken since their run-in with Louis's doppelgänger, and Louis was convinced that the star was avoiding him. It was not fair. He had been working incredibly hard in rehearsal, and Harry probably did not even know what song he was performing.

Regret had found a nice place to settle in Louis's gut. If only he had not slept with the star. Common sense told him that it was not his fault. Harry had been the one to pursue the relationship, and he had instigated the kiss. Harry was the one who was acting extremely unprofessionally, and allowing emotion and embarrassment rule his judgement. Yet, there was a small voice in the back of the smaller man's brain asking if it was his fault. Should Louis have made himself less available? Should he have worked harder to show his disinterest? Questions around the star would not stop flowing through Louis's already stressed head.

The only time that Louis had actually seen Harry that week, had been on the stairs. Whilst it had only been for a brief second, the look on the star's face had been ingrained into Louis's brain. His whole façade had crumpled like a piece of paper: his eyes dead, and cheeks hot. He was on the verge of tears, and Louis wanted to offer him something, anything, but he was too slow. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Harry had disappeared into that mystery room, locking the door behind him.

Although the Doncaster lad had barely seen the rockstar, it did not mean that he had not been thinking about him. When it came to Harry, his brain had no control. But the more his mind wandered, the more frustrated and angry he became. Harry was Louis's mentor first and foremost, and although he clearly regretted their one night stand, his lack of encouragement or advice was going to be hard for Louis to forgive.

Despite not seeing Harry, he had seen Zayn and Liam a couple of times, who had been waiting in the living room for their spoiled friend. Both had been extremely friendly towards the Doncaster lad and there was always something very calming about their presence.

Zayn had even given Louis some advice on how to deal with his newfound fame.

"The less you reveal, the more they want to know. Keep it for the music, and they'll buy your records like there is no tomorrow,"

Louis had not really understood it, but both Zayn and Liam assured him that one day he would.

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