Invisible

***Louis' P.O.V.***

The hot lights shine down over the stage, creating a bright surface. With everything they hit, it lights up. Everything from the band performing behind me, to me myself. I stand, microphone in hand among the reflecting surface. I can feel sweat dripping from my hair line. God, was it bloody hot in here?
I look out into the crowd filled with people. Not an open space in an corner that wasn't filled with screaming girls, crying in hysterics as we sang live right in front of their eye. Most of them wore shirts with our logo plastered on the front of it and held giant signs. I see one with my name written on it and smile.

It's a miracle to think how I even got to this point. To the point where I could stand here on a stage with music pumping into the room, and sing along with the music that played. And not only did have to stand here alone.

I had four best mates: Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry up here with me to share the experience with. They were more than just band mates to me, they were brothers. We were all brothers, banded with each other by destiny, but never a mistake. We did everything together, told everything to each other. Created our dreams together.
Nothing could ever come between us.

I avert my eyes to watch my four friends that stood on stage with me. Liam was with Niall, both of them trying to do some sort of crazy dance move that they had just invented, and failing miserably. Niall would move his feet and hips in one movement, then Liam tried to mirror the same movement with his own body. Both of their faces were plastered with a smile as they let the concert feels take over them.

Then there sat Zayn, sitting on one of the steps that lead to the higher level of the stage. He was also gazing out to the crowd as the music was radiating through the air and in his ears. He held a microphone in hand as well, as he carelessly swung his legs back and fourth. His hair was styled perfectly as always, not that I would expect any less from the hair obsessed boy.

I feel the whole world stop when I look at my last band mate. He stood not too far away, holding the microphone up to his lips and belting out the lyrics that went along with the tune perfectly. His bright green eyes shine in the bright light that surrounded the stage, and his soft curly hairs framed his face delicately. His face was fixed into an emotion of passion and happiness as he sang. The words flow from his mouth in his deeper voice creating the most perfect melody you could ever hear.

Harry. He truly was an angel. Everyone that was around him or knew him knows he is definitely an angel. He only had a few imperfections that one such as my self could point out. But those flaws even made him more perfect because they complimented only his perfections, making them greater. He was beautiful, perfect. A dream.

My dream.

I shook my head quickly trying to get rid of the thought. Harry was my best mate, I couldn't feel this way about him. It's wrong. I shouldn't like him, let alone the same gender as myself.

But he's so perfect.

That was true. Harry was perfect. Perfect singer, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect person with the perfect girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

The thoughts of Harry's girlfriend sent a wave of shock throughout my body. I froze in thought as I think of the girl that always hovered around Harry wherever he went. Constantly reminding me that he was hers, and he perfectly straight. They would always laugh about little things together in their own little world. I would shoot them glares ever so often when they weren't watching, but they never caught me. I hated Harry's girlfriend with a burning passion because she had the thing I wanted most, and she was just using him. She used him as if he were just simply another peasant tending to her royalty.

To put it simply, she's just a needy bitch.

Not only did she use Harry and treat him like shit, but she also is a horrible person. Me and the lads invited her over one day while Harry had caught a flight home to visit his parents. Zayn had called her up and asked her to come over, which might have been the wrong thing to do since she had never been over to our flat before. But even if Harry wasn't home to show her around for the first time, so what. We were his best mates that simply just wanted to meet the girl that he had become so close with.

Well anyways, soon enough she had arrived at our flat, knocking on the door. I was strangely happy and excited to meet her properly out of all of them, most likely because I was close to Harry. I wanted to see the girl that he gushed about all the time. Boy was I in for a surprise when I opened the door, and she rudely walked in, stepping on my foot with her pointed heel in the process. I winced at the pain that was in my foot, but just tried to ignore it. I thought she had just not seen me when she came in, so I was still happy that she was there.

My opinion quickly turned around as soon as the first words she ever spoke to us came out of her mouth, "So your the four gay faggots he lives with?". All of our faces had dropped. We couldn't believe she had actually said that! Harry's own girlfriend already thought we were terrible and we hadn't even talked yet! The others could tell I was affected by her comment and ordered her to leave. I could tell along with the others that from that moment on, none of us would like her.

Which, I have been right about. No one cared for Mona, at all. Every time she came around with Harry we would all find something else to do so we wouldn't have to deal with her. No one liked her except for Harry who thought she was perfect in every way. He had even said he loved her. Loves her! Loves the girl who treats everyone like shit and thought she ruled the world! The girl who was only using Harry for personal gain. She just sucked him into her trap, and no way of escape for any of us really. We were all stuck with her.

And I was stuck, here, just watching and dreaming about me being in Mona's spot.

Notes

Hi people! First chapter and more to come!

~Kevin