Violet

The first chords of the song filled my ears while I was patiently waiting for my flight to LA. The first rehearsal for the Grammys was this week and the boys needed to try the outfits. I was excited, Vivienne had paid for a two weeks stay at LA. But I was also nervous, I had to be away from home, working with five of the most famous people in the world. And one of them was my friend with benefits. I shook my head and concentrated on the melody. I had bought their last record; I wanted to know more about them through their music. Some songs were quite catchy, but I adored all the slower songs. Their voices fit together perfectly.

The lounge of the LGA was crowded, so I sat down on the only empty seat. I had six hours ahead and I was planning on taking a nap or just reading. There were big things coming my way the next week and I needed to rest. Thirty minutes later, I walked past the boarding gate and got ready to fly. I checked my cell phone for the last time. Bella had sent me a message:

Best of luck hun! Be a good girl and call me when you get to LA. Enjoy ;) xx

“That’s it guys...” said their singing coach and I was pulled back to reality. My thoughts were wandering while I watched Harry sing, so focused. I liked to see him like that.

“Are we ready? You should all get changed there and see if there’s anything you don’t like." I informed, pointing to the back of the room where outfits were carefully displayed in hangers. Harry looked at me while doing his hair up in a bun, and smiled. I couldn’t help but smiling back and I quickly looked away. I didn’t want to get all blushed, not here in front of everyone.

One by one, the boys disappeared on the back and I waited patiently. Niall came first. I had chosen a white t-shirt with a v neck, black skinny jeans and a leather jacket. I added a touch of colour with a pair of red sneakers.

“So?” I asked expectantly.

“It’s awesome!” he said, smiling “You understood exactly what I said.”

“Great! Let’s see, are the jeans the right size? You’ve got to be comfortable.”

“They are just fine, babe. Don't pressure yourself, the outfit is prefect!" he said, winking an eye.

“We will talk about the hair with Lou in a minute, OK?”

Zayn came after, wearing a higher-cut six button black suit. The jacket was buttoned and under it, he was wearing a white shirt with the neck in black.

“No tie for you.” I said.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Zayn replied casually though his voice stayed calm his face said he loved it.
“Are the black shoes OK? Or do you want something different?”

“No, they fit great.” This time his voice had more excitement in them.

Liam seemed very satisfied with his outfit: just a white t-shirt with a grey vest and a black trench coat, and simple black skinny jeans with white sneakers. They all had agreed on wearing similar colours, so I decided to create the outfits in black and white, with some grey and red.

Then, Louis appeared. He simply took my breath away in a minute. He walked towards me, wearing a suit that fit him perfectly in all the right places. The jacket had only one button and shorter sleeves, so I could see the plain black shirt and the tattoos on his chest.

“Like the red soles in the shoes." he said smiling. Though I tried to find my voice to answer, I couldn't.

“The jacket looks a little bit tight." I said in a tiny voice “Let me see,” I grabbed him by his shoulders and checked the length of the sleeves along with the waist. Louis looked at me right in the eye and smiled.

Why was I so nervous?

“Mmm Violet, it fits fine," he said after I checked the jacket for the third time

"Really.” He smiled and chuckled at my determination to make sure all the outfits were perfect.

I heard someone clearing their throat and Harry stood next to me. He kept staring at us and he didn’t look at all pleased. I let go of Louis and turned to face Harry. My choices had definitely been good, but Harry’s outfit was one of my favourites. His ideas had helped me a lot and now I could see him all in black with his shirt half. The suit emphasised his height and made him look even better. Damn. I was feeling a little bit weak on the knees.

“Is it what you were expecting?” I asked, trying to avoid his look. I knew he was angry because of me and Louis.

“Yeah, it’s quite good."he said. The tone of his voice gave him away.

“Quite good?” Niall came to me and placed an arm in my shoulders, smiling broadly “Not to exaggerate, but your amazing Violet. These outfits are the best we have worn in a long time. Hope you work with us from now on.” I felt a sudden heat in my cheeks and gave Niall a half smile.

“Thanks, I’m glad you’re happy with the outfits. If no one has anything to object, we should talk to Lou about the hair styles.”

When we finished, the boys got back on their everyday clothes. I checked my cell phone: it was 4pm and I hadn’t eaten anything, I could feel my stomach rumbling.

“You must be hungry," Louis’ voice caught me off guard and I jumped, “Whoa! Sorry. I’m starving, would you like to eat something?”

“Yes, please. You read my mind.”

“We always got some food around, you can get really hungry when you’re rehearsing.” Louis led the way to a small table where there was coffee, tea, fruit and even muffins and cookies.

“Thought you didn’t eat this stuff,” I said pointing at the chocolate muffins.

“You should see Niall when he's hungry.” We both laughed and Louis poured some coffee in two cups. “I bet this is a little boring for you.”
I
took a sip of my coffee. “Oh, no. Actually it's amazing to see you guys perform like this." I smiled “It’s like a private show.”

Zayn and Liam waved at us and headed to the door.

“Is the rehearsal over?” I asked.

“Yes, Liam and Zayn are going back to the hotel. I’m staying here with Sandy and Dan...hey mate, what are you doing later?”

I turned around and saw Harry. I gulped, this was the second time he saw me and Louis; he would get angry. Well, he always did. Why? It’s not like we were officially dating.

“I’m going to buy some things.” he answered. Harry came to me and placed a soft kiss in my cheek “Can we see each other later?” he whispered in my ear “I’ll call you. Good bye Violet, thanks for everything."he added in a loud voice. My voice trembled as I tried to say bye to him, his soft kiss made me weak in the knees.

I stood there and watched him leave. That must have looked terribly weird from the outside, but Louis was enjoying the food too much to care.

“The crew is staying to check the sound on the instruments." Louis said “If you want, we can stay and watch.”

“OK, but I can’t leave the outfits there. Wait for me.”

“It’s fine. I’ll help you. Lou and I placed the suits back in the hangers."

“This is big for you too, right?” he asked, suddenly.

“You mean the Grammys? Or working with you guys?”

“Both.” He replied.

“Yes...I like being part of this, I know it’s important to you too."I let that out without even thinking. Louis placed the leather jacket in the closet and looked at me, leaning against a wall.

“I’m nervous, you know?” he said, with a sad look; it was like a confession. He shuddered.

“I know everything is going to turn out great." I said, feeling like I needed to comfort him “You’ve been really easy to work with and you got amazing ideas about what you like to wear.”

“Yeah, I adapt.” he said “Dxcept for suspenders; I won’t wear those ever again.” We both burst out laughing.

“Why are you nervous?” I asked, back in the room after having sat down in front of the band.

“The Grammys are absolutely incredible. But I’m worried.” his expression became serious.

“It’s a big event, but you’re all very talented and you’ve got a great team helping you.”

“No, I mean," He breathed out “I get insecure about my voice. I don’t want to make the lads look bad. Sometimes my voice cracks.”

I looked at him. “I really like your voice," it was like someone had used my mouth to speak, again. Why did I continue telling him everything that crossed my mind? Probably because he made me feel so comfortable. I didn’t want to see him worried. “It’s different.” I added.

His eyes lit up when he looked right at me and smiled.

“Thanks, love.” We both stared at each other a little longer and I could feel a warm feeling in my stomach.

“I listened to a few of your songs.” I explained, trying to change subjects after that awkward moment.

Louis and I stayed there, sitting in a corner and watching the rehearsal. It was funny how in so little time I felt so good around him. He was sitting next to me, cracking jokes and making me laugh. It was such a great feeling.

“I saw you were credited as a writer in the record.”

He seemed surprised I knew that. “Yes, we tried to write as much as we could for this album with the boys. I enjoy writing, it makes me feel like we are creating our music and involving more in the whole process. Did you like any song in particular?” he asked me.

“Yeah, I like Stockholm Syndrome a lot."

“Oh, that was written by Harry.”

I instantly regretted having said that. Shit Violet, don’t bring up Harry. Not now. Why would I pick of all the songs, the one written by him?

We kept talking about the award and their future time, I didn’t notice time had flown by until both the guitarist and the bass player stopped playing finished and the crew started disassembling the sound system.

What Louis had told me about his insecurities had hit me hard. I always had thought of him as a confident and outgoing guy.

“I think you’re an amazing artist Lou." I said firmly,"You’re a great composer and you sing beautifully." I don’t know where my fervour came from, but I knew I wanted him to understand it.

“Thank you, Violet.” he said, and grabbed my hand, rubbing his finger on it.

“You’re welcome,” I said, and I squeezed his hand gently “I really like Fool’s Gold too.”

“I love that song, it’s one of my favourites after Fireproof.” He replied smiling. Then he looked at me, with a strange sparkle in his eyes “I’m not excellent with the guitar, but... I’ll just do it anyways."

He stood up and went where the instruments were. He grabbed the guitar and sat down in front of me again. I watched him do everything, unable to say a word. He started to play,

"I’m like a crow on a wire, you’re the shining distraction that makes me fly…"

Was this happening? My whole senses were focusing on his sweet voice, singing to me. I was conscious people could come and see us, but deep down I didn’t care, because it was the kindest gesture I could ever get from him. He was singing alone, there, for me.

"And yes, I let you use me from the day that we first met but I’m not done yet, falling for you, fool’s gold."

In that very moment, I understood. I realized I wanted to have Louis in my life. I didn’t know why or how, I just knew we shared something special, something I couldn’t quite recognize.
Something I couldn’t name. Something I didn’t want to lose.

Notes

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