Fridays were always good days; just because it's Friday! Today, though, Louis decided he was going to go to the acting theater, and practice reading the script with everyone. That made him nervous.
The nerves settled a little though when his phone buzzed during second period, and he sneakily looked down and saw the name 'Harry'. Morning! Woke up late, whoops.
Louis tried to hold his giggles in, and typed back, Sleepy head ;) are you coming to school?
Just in time for free period. We gonna practice in my theater again? :)
Louis sighed. He wanted to. Can't :( practicing reading with everyone in my theater.
Good luck Lou. Maybe I'll see you later!
That made Louis feel hopeful. He definitely wanted to see Harry later.
Everyone was sitting on the stage together when Louis walked into the theater. All the actors were there, so he was glad he wasn't going to miss out on anything, but he felt nervousness all throughout his body. He thought everyone probably hated him. He wanted to back out, run away, far, far away.
"Hey Louis!" Liam greeted from the stage, "Just in time, we're about to start, hop on up."
Louis couldn't bring himself to speak, so he climbed up on stage, sat in the circle of people and pulled out his script. They started reading, and all of the actors knew all their lines. None of them had to pull out their scripts. Louis knew most of them, but he had to look at the script for some, and he felt pathetic because of that. It also really worried him. Was he not practicing enough? Was he just not good enough? What if he fails the play? He had way too many bad thoughts in his head right now.
When Louis heard the bell ring, he couldn't get out of there fast enough. And as soon as he got out of the theater, Harry was standing there waiting for him.
Harry saw the panic in Louis' face. "You alright, Louis?" Harry frowned.
"No," Louis shook his head, "No. Oh God, I have to, like, go home or something." Louis pushed through all the people, thinking about how Harry probably thought he was a lunatic or something. He didn't care, though; he had bigger things to worry about. He got out to his car, got in and called his mother. He missed her, and she was the first person he thought about talking to.
"Hello? Lou?" It was so nice to hear her voice.
"Mum," Louis' voice cracked.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"No. I had practice with everyone today, and I was pathetic! Everyone knew their lines, everyone! I was the only one who had to look at my script. They're all better than me, I'm terrible!"
"Louis. You're not terrible," Jay insisted. "If you were, you wouldn't have been accepted into that school."
Louis knew that was the truth. He sighed. "I guess I just don't practice enough then. I miss you, mum."
"I miss you too. And you have more time to practice. The play isn't until January, right?"
"Right."
"Okay. I believe in you. Your sisters believe in you. Now, get back to practicing, I'll talk to you later. I love you."
Louis said his I love you, and hung up, starting to calm down, reminding himself he'll see his family soon enough.
Louis debated staying at school because he was getting calm, but decided to go home because he was still stressed.
Louis woke up to his phone ringing. He didn't really remember falling asleep, but he rubbed his tired eyes and looked at his phone to see Harry's name.
"Hello?"
"Louis!" Harry exclaimed, "I was worried about you! You haven't texted me back all night!"
"Night? What time is it?"
Harry giggled. "Have you been sleeping? It's seven thirty."
"Yeah," Louis yawned, "Sorry for worrying you, by the way. And also sorry for being a crazy person today."
"It's okay. Do you mind if I ask what happened?"
Louis sighed, "Practice. I felt so out of place. I didn't know all of my lines. Most of them, but not all. And everyone else knew all their lines. I just didn't feel good enough, it made me panic."
"Aww, I'm so sorry, Lou," Harry sympathized.
Lou. Harry calling Louis that gave him the chills, in a good way of course.
"Hey, so I'm going to practice my dance for a while, and if you want you could come read through your script over here and then we can go for pizza?"
"Sounds good," Louis smiled, "See you in a few."
When Louis knocked on Harry's door, he sang, "Come iiiin!"
Louis chuckled, gently opening the door to this unfamiliar place. There was a wide space; a couch pushed to the back of the room and a small stand with a TV and a stereo. It looked bigger than Louis' flat, but not by much.
"Hey," Harry smiled, "You can sit over on the couch. I'll try not to be too distracting."
Louis giggled, "Thanks. How long are we practicing for?"
"Probably forty five minutes, is that enough?"
"Definitely."
Surprisingly, Louis was concentrating well, even with this perfect dancer in front of him.
After a half hour, Louis put his script aside and watched Harry dance. He was graceful, with his turns and pointed toes.
"You're doing really well," Louis said, trying to raise his voice over the music.
Harry turned around to look at Louis, and then turned his music off, "Sorry, what'd you say?"
"You're doing well!" Louis repeated, smiling, "What song is that?"
"Give me love. By Ed Sheeran," Harry took a large sip of his water.
"I like it!"
"Yeah, he's my favorite," Harry smiled, and checked the time on his phone, "Do you wanna go get food now? Or do you need to read more?"
"Now is good. I think I studied enough, I should be fine." At least he hoped he would be fine.
It only took ten minutes to get to the pizza place. The car ride was fun, though, because Harry drove and Louis sat, singing along to the radio, which made Harry laugh. Louis loved that he could make Harry laugh.
They ordered a large pizza and drinks for themselves. It didn't take long for the pizza to be done, and when Louis took his first bite, he fell in love with it. "You really do know all the good places around here don't you, Styles?"
"Indeed. Glad you like it." Harry and Louis both ate a piece, not saying much to each other, until Harry spoke up. "Are you feeling any better? Not too stressed now?"
Louis nodded, "Yeah I feel a bit better. Still a little stressed. Definitely nervous for my performance 'cause it's my first at this school. I don't want to fail."
"I don't think you will, and it's okay to be nervous for the first performance, everyone is!" Harry assured him.
"Thank you," Louis smiled sweetly, "So, uhm, are you going to the music performance on Monday?"
"I could."
"Well, I was gonna go 'cause Niall's performing," Louis explained, "So I was gonna say if you were going we could sit together."
Harry nodded, "Yeah, definitely. Let's do it."

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