Behind Her Smile [Louis]

He looked like he was in pain. A lot. After minutes that seemed like ages he opened his mouth and looked at me. Really looked at me, like he only did once and it made me so uncomfortable.
He can see you flaws now, he’s counting your imperfections.
"Zayn talked to me" were the only words that came out. I was disappointed, but I think I am getting used to that sort of pain.
"Oh" what was I supposed to say?
"He told me" the beats of my heart increased by at least 1000 beats per minute. Okay, maybe not so fast, but still incredibly fast. I looked back at him and the only thing that was moving, was my heart. Everything around me stopped and after at least two entire minutes of staring into his eyes I could open my mouth.
"H-he told you what?" I stuttered, my voice was hoarse and my words weren’t really a success.
"That you-" I shut him literally up by grabbing his face and placing my lips gently on his.
I wanted to pull away when his body froze, but my mind stopped me.
Not this time
His arms slipped around my waist and a smile crept on his lips which made me laugh so that our lips weren’t touching anymore.
“You ruined it” I tried to pout in between my laughter.
“I actually wanted to say something totally different” he grinned and the heat in my chest rapidly chased to my cheeks.
He kissed my flushed cheeks softly.
“Don’t feel embarrassed”
“I am not embarrassed” I lied.
“Of course you’re not” he chuckled. What was supposed to happen now? I didn’t dare to ask because I was afraid I’d fuck up again.
“I need to change” His smile still hanging on his lips, though he wasn’t exactly smiling anymore.
“Okay” I mouthed as he walked away. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. He turned around, ran to me and gave me quick peck on my lips.
“Yea, uhh” he breathed out as he looked at me and his hands were moving in various movements. He didn’t finish his sentence, he looked so cute as his hand went through his hair and walked away.
I would never have imagined Louis acting like this, so.. lost and nervous.
***
I deepened myself in the book of Harry again until Harry kicked the bottom of my all stars.
“Dick” I laughed as I saw who it was. He grinned as he let himself fall beside me.
“Have been called worse” His dimples appeared when he smiled. “On the other hand I have been called way better. Hmm” He pretended to think. “How is it?” he brought out extremely slowly with a low voice.
“How is what?”
“my book, duh” he rolled his eyes.
“Amazing.” I couldn’t say more, I was so utterly fascinated by imaginary worlds. “I would never have guessed you read.” I say honestly.
“You don’t know me, Jess. Not at all” I was overwhelmed by the calmness those harsh words came out of his mouth.
I decided to keep silent. So there we were, me and the most famous 19 years old of the moment sitting without a sound next to each other. Both not a clue who the other was.
I always felt so subordinate and lame compared to Harry. I disgusted it, but on the other hand he smelled so incredibly good and he made such a warm impression. So I didn’t wish him away. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall.
“I don’t like the idea of you sitting on the ground, there are so many couches and seats.” A smile curved on my lips as I heard his voice. I opened my eyes and Harry was gone. He sat down on the exact same spot were Harry was sitting before.
“So why don’t you start and tell me how great I was back there” He pointed in the direction of the stage as I chuckled. I put my head on his shoulder, I didn’t know whether it was a good idea or not, but it came naturally.
“You were fabulous.” I chuckled and breathed out.
“We’re leaving tomorrow early again.” He stated after a few minutes of silence.
“How long do you guys stay here usually after a show?” I ask, partly ignoring his statement.
“Too long” he sighed.
“If you want to, we can leave already my car is outside.” I lifted my head and shook it.
“It’s okay.” I smiled.
“Phew, because there are still so many girls outside, we wouldn’t have made it.” I don’t know if I had to take this seriously or not. Maybe it’s better if I didn’t ask, he would laugh at me if it was meant to be sarcasm.
I just chuckled and stared in the distance. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but as soon as I opened my mouth my mind went blank.
“Do you want me to show you the place?” I stood up and nodded.
“Sure” so what were we? Back to the friend zone? I still didn’t really know how to act around him and it bothered me a lot.
I offered him my hand to pull him straight but he deliberately pulled me in his direction so we were both lying on the ground.
“Dude” I punched his shoulder when we were both standing on our feet again. “Not funny” I smirked.
“So here we have our dressing room” he opened the door without knocking and Harry was standing with his arms wide open singing his naked body only covered by a towel loosely hanging around his hips. He looked so young and dorky doing so. It was almost cute. Almost.
“Everything okay?” Zayn almost laughed seeing my facial expressions. He looked at Harry, then to me.
“Everything’s great” I smiled back at him.
“So where was I?” Harry didn’t pay any attention to us, he clearly didn’t mind standing there practically naked.
“You were about to shut up.” Niall groaned in frustration.
“No, please guys. This one’s hilarious.” They all sighed even Louis.
“Okay, Jess” He turned to me, I was surprised he even noticed I was in the room.
“Why can’t the flower ride his bike?” His grin doubled.
“YOU ALREADY TOLD THAT ONE!” Liam shout out in frustration.
“She doesn’t know.” He defended himself and looked back to me.
“I don’t know” I shrugged, pretending not to be so absolutely enthralled by this umpteenth Harry.
“Because his petals fell off” Nobody laughed except Harry. His mouth shot open and a very enjoyable sound came out of his mouth. I chuckled softly along.
“Is he always like this?” I ask Louis as we left the dressing room.
“He’s … special” He laughed.
“It’s just weird to see him like that” I smile and worry overtook his face.
“You don’t like him do you?” He asked nervously.
“No, no. I don’t. Well not in that way!” His fingers softly touched against mine as we continued walking.
“here’s the stage.” Before I could enter he intertwined his fingers with mine. I looked up confusingly and all he did was smiling back almost asking me permission.
There were a few people breaking off the stage, but it was still incredibly amazing.
“Don’t you feel scared up here?” I looked at my side, to a smiling Louis.
“Not anymore. I feel great up here.” I looked around and let go of his hand, he pouted but then smiled again.
“Entertain me” I commanded as I sat down on the chair with the best view, still pretty far.
He laughed at me, not in a bad way. And started taking off his clothes.
“Jeez, not like that” I put my hand before my mouth and started laughing louder than I should.
“What do I have to do then?” He looked so small on the huge stage.
“Surprise me” I smirked.
He started dancing extremely awkwardly, like really bad. And I had to hold my stomach to not break in two pieces.
“I hope… you .. I.. this… Is not… how you really.. dance.” My laughter seemed to fill the entire space.
“come back here.” He stopped dancing and motioned with his hands to come.
I took a moment to take a breath. “When I was younger.” I started, there weren’t trade words for a few minutes now. But Louis was still looking at me from a distance. “I watched a movie, and I really wanted to do what the kids were doing in the bus back then.” Louis jumped off the stage and stumbled. I chuckled and pretended I didn’t see. “It’s silly though”
“What were they doing?” He asked and I managed to keep my face serious.
“Running over the seats.” He started laughing but when he realized I was serious he immediately stopped.
“Well, let’s make those dreams come true then” He took my hand and stood on the seat next to mine.
“This is not so much fun than I thought it would be” I sighed and stopped. It was so much more difficult than it seemed and it hurt.
“Let’s go back” He suggested.
“Okay”
No one was in the aisles, no one was in the dressing rooms, like we couldn’t literally find a soul.
“How long were we gone?” I gasped.

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