•All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything".•
Louis woke up the next morning dreading to get out of bed to face the world. but his class started at 11 and it was 10.
"Zayn" Louis said as he wiggled out of his bestfriends grasp. Zayn groaned and rolled over, tucking his hands to his own chest. "get up mate its 10." Louis told him, Zayn groaned again and rolled out of bed. leaving to go to his own room to get ready. hes never been a morning person.
after Louis had brushed his teeth and dressed in black jeans and a beige big sweater he padded down the hall and into the kitchen slipping on his black TOMS.
"what you want for breakfast Lou?" Zayn said as he pottered around the kitchen. "Nothing thanks, eat without me ill get breakfast on the way." Louis lied, but Zayn believed it. Louis left with a kiss on the cheek from Zayn as he left the apartment building.
Louis was the schools sounds and lighting person, he sat up in the little box up the stairs at the back of the audotorium. he loved it there, he loved plays. he wishes he was the ones starring in the plays, but he wouldnt be able to hand all the attention of everyones eyes looking at him, judging him. so he worked the clostest he could to the stage, quietly singing along to everyword he knows of the songs that the people perform.
some days when the performers finish rehearsals he would dawdle packing up his equipment, waiting for everyone downstairs to leave, then he would walk down the stairs from the light and sound room and he would sneak onto the stage and sit on the piano bench. Louis didnt have a piano of his own, he had never had enough money too. so he sits quietly most afternoons and plays the piano singing quietly to his favoruite songs.
it was the only way Louis could ever express himself, through his music that no one had ever heard him play.
Louis sits down in his class at a seat at the back next to Niall. literally the only friend he has at school. the 20 year old boy was hyper, always, always hyper. but such a lovely boy, Niall was the type of person who would never hurt s fly, who would comfort anyone in need, even if it was someone he hated (Niall hated no one,) he would comfort then if they needed it. but he was very sensitive, things hurt Niall. little words anyone could say to put him down would upset him. you could just say Niall was quite emotional.
in Niall and Louis theature class everyone had their own job, they met up at the begining of each class for the teacher to catch them up on things that are going on with the play, and then they would go off to rehearse their jobs with the cast of the play as they practiced. Niall was the makeup designer, he did the makeup and hair of the cast. he was really talented, always been good with a paintbrush, but quit clumbsy with everything else he ever did.
they had been off on a break for two weeks because the last play had finished. today was the first day back and a new cast of people will be selected that applied to be in the play. this terms play was Grease, which also happened to be Louis' favoruite movie. he was thrilled when he found out that would be the play for this semester, he loves all the songs.
they all moved to the audotorium and sat down on the chairs facing the stage. quiet chatter happened around Louis and Niall as they sat next to eachother off to the left of all the chairs. the teacher that directed the play came onto the stage and hushed everyone.
"as you all know, Grease is the play for this symester.." Louis zoned out as he continued talking about useless things. He tuned back in when the main of the cast got casted.
"Taylor Swift, as Sandy Olsson." he said, and a group of annoying girls squeeled infront of Louis and Niall. Louis cringed as a girl with her pants to high and blonde straight hair and caked makeup went up onto the stage giggling. Louis rolled his eyes, he never liked Taylor very much.
"Harry Styles, as Danny Zuko." he said as the hall went silent. A tall lanky boy across the other side of the room stood up and went on stage. whispers of his name and 'whos he' were said.
the boy was breath-takingly beautiful. Harry Styles, louis thought to himself. sounds like a stage name. he had beautiful dark curly hair, that went well with his pale skin and dark green eyes you could get lost in. Louis had completely tuned out to the rest of the talking going on, he just focused on talking in every detail of the boy on the stage before him.
they made eyecontact, and Louis' breath hitched in his throat; but he didnt look away. blue met green as they stared at eachother, in their own little world.
suddenly everyone stood up and started moving to their stations. Louis jumped at the sudden movement of everyone standing up and leaving, the boy across the room seemed to have been affected the same. Louis watched him with a smile on his face, a real smile; as the other boys eyes glanced around the room nervously not sure where to go, rocking backwards and fowards on his heels. Louis laughed quietly to himself, standing up keeping his eyes on the boy that was asking around where to go, he was completely lost, and that was all because of Louis. he distracted him.
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