Second Chance - Chapter 9

THE FIRST TIME

HOLLY...

          I first met Louis during the first performance of the boys on X-Factor. Zayn and the boys did not get through as solo artists but after boot camp they were put together as a band.

I still remember the first time I saw him. They have just arrived for that night show and I had been waiting for Zayn. They walked in and were joking around. It was if they had known each other for years.

I had not seen Zayn for a few weeks and I really missed him. I waved vigorously to attract his attention. When he saw me, he waved back and ran to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, princess. It’s so good to see you. I missed you a lot.” He grinned happily. “Come, let me introduce you to the lads.”

He put his arms around my shoulder and we approached his band mates. All four of them were staring at me but the boy with amazingly mesmerising blue eyes and incredibly beautiful smile caught my attention.

“Lads, this is Holly.” Zayn introduced me. He put his arm around my waist and as he was standing behind me, he pulled me back so my back was to his front. “Holly, this blond Irish here is Niall, the tallest one is Liam, curly is Harry and that’s Louis.”

“Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

“It’s nice to meet you to.” Curly Harry said and echoed by the others. Harry curls were really adorable.

“Your girlfriend Zayn?” Louis asked.

“Holly’s my princess.” Zayn and his cryptic answers. I smiled because I knew what he was doing. He is being over-protective. Again. He didn’t say directly that we were only friends because other guys usually took that as a sign to hit on me. But he also did not put it out that I was his girlfriend. It kept boys guessing in the past.

Zayn and I were so comfortable around each other. There were lots of hugging, kissing and cuddling together but there was nothing sexual about it.

“Huh. What does that mean? Your princess?” Louis was puzzled.

Zayn put his cheek next to mine and said, “Take it anyway you want, bro. She’s my princess because she’s precious.”

I had to twist my neck around to look up at Zayn. I reached out to touch his cheek. “What a charming thing to say. Thank you, sunshine.”

He grinned. “Because it’s true.”

I looked at Louis and found he was staring at Zayn kissing my temple. He looked quite serious. The six of us chatted for a few minutes. I found myself kept glancing at Louis secretly and Louis was doing exactly the same. When our eyes met, I smiled at him shyly.

“We got to go, boys.” Liam reminded them.

Zayn let go of me and said, “I’ll see you later, princess.”

I nodded. “Okay, and good luck guys. Break a leg. Bye.”

Their performance that night was the song Viva la Vida, and it was smashing. They really sounded very, very good. I love Zayn’s voice but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from Louis.

Zayn went to fetch me from my seat after their performance had ended. I squealed with excitement when we reached backstage. “Oh my gosh. You guys are brilliant. You’re smashing it. I absolutely love your performance.”

“Thanks, babe.” Harry, as the rest of the boys, was still buzzing from their performance. “We did it!”

We were in celebratory mood that night but we could not stay out late because the boys had to start early the next day. Louis managed to find me alone to ask the question that was on everybody’s mind.

“Hi, there.” Oh, God! He’s talking to me. “Just curious, you and Zayn...”

“Me and Zayn?” I prompted.

“Is Zayn your boyfriend?” Louis said flatly.

I chuckled at the question which had been asked numerous times by numerous people previously. “No. Zayn and I are just friend. He’s like a big brother to me.”

His smile got wider. “Okay.”

I raised my brows at him in question. He just shook his head and took my hands in his.

“Come on. Let’s join them.”

Since then I was their regular supporter. I came for every show. Louis and I got closer and closer. I also befriended Harry’s friend, Jenna. Sometimes, she came on her own and sometimes she came with her boyfriend. The boyfriend changed every couple of weeks but she was consistent that all of them are much older than her. Much older than any of us. But Jenna was sweet, fun, outgoing and a good friend. Once I got to know her, I really liked her.

Louis and I were waiting for the others outside a shop, during a shopping expedition for food with the boys, when Louis gave me an unexpected sweet first kiss which made me quite weak in the knee. However, it ended before I could fully enjoy it.

A kiss from Louis Tomlinson! My heart was beating so hard that I could hear every heartbeat. I licked my lips. “What was that for?” I asked curiously.

He shrugged casually. “Because I like you.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

I looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled like a Cheshire Cat. I slipped my hand at the back of his head to pull him down for another kiss. This time much, much longer and deeper kiss. When we pulled apart, both of us were quite breathless.

“And that’s because I like you too.” I whispered.

That kiss was just the beginning of a lot more stolen kisses, secret caresses and meaningful glances when no one was looking. Every time we were apart, I began counting the days, hours until I could see him again.

Our first time together was not planned at all. The lads had just finished practicing for their performance that night. Louis and I had promised to meet up. However, the other boys also had plan on going out so to avoid meeting them, I suggested we went to my hotel room which was nearby.

We chatted about the lads, about the coming performance, about us and what we are going to do after the X-Factor ended while cuddling on the bed.

“Will I see you again?”

“Why wouldn’t you? Whether we win or not, I’m sure the band is going to stay together.” Louis said confidently. “I’ll always be here for you, babe.”

I looked up at him smiling and wanting to say thank you, I pulled his head nearer for a kiss. What started as a thank you kiss turned into something very, very hot and passionate. Not long, we were all over each other.  

“Louis.” I said breathlessly after we had to come up for breath Louis was on top of me and propped on his elbow. “We... we should go slow.”

“Yeah, we should.” He whispered but continued raining kisses down the side of my neck. I shivered in pleasure.

“Do you think we should stop?” The last word came out as a sigh. I swallowed hard. He had reached my jaw and now trailing little kisses down my throat.

“I don’t know.” He said against my skin. He started licking the skin on the base of my throat. I threw my head back, eyes closed in pleasure. Coherent thoughts no longer possible. “Do you want me to?”

“Hmm? Want to...” I was no longer able to put logical thoughts together. How could I think when Louis was kissing and touching me like this. I could feel his hands under my blouse, his thumb stroking the side of my ribcage. “Do I want what?”

His lips found mine again. He bit my lower lip lightly and licked it. He pulled away slightly, breathlessly whispered against my lips. “Do you want me to stop, Holly?”

I swallowed hard. “Louis...”

“Tell me what you want, love. If you want me to stop I will. It is up to you.”

I looked up into his eyes and realised how much I loved him. Somehow in a short period of time he had became my reason for living every day. He had become the reason why I look forward to another day. He had become my life, my heart and my soul. If I wanted it to go all the way, it might as well be with Louis.

“Holly?” He stared at me questioningly.

I smiled tremulously at him. “No.”

“No?”

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Are you sure, love?”

“I’m sure.” I smiled assuring him. “I love you, Louis.”

“I love you too, babe. You don’t know how much.” He began kissing me again.

When he sang The Way You Look Tonight with the boys that night, after spending a very passionate afternoon together, I could feel he was singing every word to me. I have never felt so alive before.

I went to meet the lads when the performance ended. I blushed a little when I met Louis’ eyes, remembering how we spent that afternoon. It was difficult to find the opportunity to be together but before they went back that night, Louis managed to give me a quick kiss and mouthed ‘I love you’ to me. I was the happiest girl alive!

Louis sexy lip biting / licking

Second Chance - Chapter 8

KISS AND MAKE UP

ZAYN...

           Louis may be one of my best mates but I could cheerfully kill him. Just minutes before the night show going to kick off, I saw Vicky walked in through the back entrance. Oh, no! Not good. I had just left Louis and Holly in the dressing room. I was hoping they would kiss and make up. Well, not literally kiss, but... you know what I meant, forgive and be friends again.

          I have nothing against Vicky, but there is something off about her. I could feel that there was something but I just could not put my finger on exactly what it was. Louis started dating her a few months ago. I didn’t think he was really serious but Vicky considered herself Louis’ exclusive girlfriend. Well, let Louis sort it out himself. I was not going to interfere in anyone’s love life. Well, except Holly’s and my sisters’.

          One thing funny about Louis was he got all grumpy and serious around Holly.  His moodiness was even worse than mine on my bad day. Probably moodiness was contagious because Harry has also been bad tempered lately. He did not talk much or play pranks on people. You do not want to be around him when he was being grouchy. A bad tempered Harry Styles was really very scary.

Jenna, one of Harry’s close friends, arrived a few days ago with her new boyfriend. It seemed that Harry did not like the chap, and told Jenna about his acute dislike of him. They had an argument, a loud one, about the boyfriend. Not that I could blame Harry. The guy was obnoxious. I could not understand how Jenna could date him.

After the incident at the club, I tried to talk to Holly but when I came back she was already fast asleep. She was sleeping on her right side with her right hand tucked under the pillow. Both her small feet were peeping from underneath the thick white duvet. She hated covering her feet with anything when she slept, even when it got really cold. I used to wake up in the middle of the night to pull the duvet over her feet, when she spent the night at my house which was quite often.

Her parents used to fight quite a lot and she got caught up in the middle. She used to have nightmares and suicidal thoughts when I met her. I tried to help her anyway I can. I invited her to my house so that she could feel how a real family should be like. Bit by bit, her suicidal thoughts became less frequent and I am glad for her. Holly deserved better.

She was sleeping so peacefully. I smiled recalling the good times we used to have when we were kids. I bent over, kissed her temple and pulled the duvet over her cold feet. She stirred but did not wake up.

I sat on the other bed watching her sleep. I had to find out what had happened to her and Louis. And how far had their relationship gone. I could hazard a guess by now that they had feelings for each other... were they really in love or was it just a fling? And had Louis.... you know, had sex with her? If he had slept with her, well, I still had not decided how I felt about that. All I know was Holly was like a sister to me and... no one mess with my sister. No one. Not even my best mates. Especially not my best mates!

Tonight Louis made her cry. When I walk in on them, Louis had his arms around her. Did they kiss? Probably. The sexual tension between them was tangible. You could cut it with a knife. Hearing Vicky’s voice must have surprised Louis because he let go of Holly. Unfortunately, Holly was not standing upright and in her position the only way to go when Louis let go of her was... down! She landed right down on her backside.

I was quite funny, actually. If I was not appalled at the same time, I would have laughed my head off. She sat there motionless, even when Vicky started kissing Louis. Louis wasn’t even participating in the kiss. He had his eyes trained on Holly the whole time. The superficial Vicky did not even acknowledge the existence of the girl at Louis’ feet.

          I frowned and stepped forward to pick Holly up from the floor. I bent down and whispered in her ears, “Are you all right, princess?”

She stood up, turned to towards me and buried her face in my chest. When I felt the wetness on my shirt, I knew she was crying. 

She whispered, “Get me out of here, please.” And I did. I glared at Louis over her head before walking out of the dressing room.

I took her to the toilet so she could wash her face and fixed her makeup. When she came out, she was looking much better.

“Are you okay?” I was worried about her and I would have to go on stage soon.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t hurt. Well, the only thing that got hurt was my dignity.” She smiled to assure me. Somebody was calling me to get ready to be on stage. “You go ahead, sunshine. I’ll be fine. We’ll talk after the show, okay?”

I stared at her. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She hugged me. “Don’t be angry at Louis. It’s not his fault.”

I did not say anything. I just raised my eyebrows at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

During the show I tried so very hard not to punch Louis in the face. I restrained myself, however, when he sent an apologetic look my way and said, “Talk to you later, bro.”

I pushed the incident away from my mind. I needed to concentrate on giving my 100% for the fans who had come to watch us. It still amazed me after all this time, how dedicated and passionate our fans were. They had been so good to us and to appreciate that I needed to give them the best. Without their continuous support, we would not be where we are now.

I went in search for Holly after the show ended. I found her talking to Louis, shaking hands and laughing. What’s going on? She was in tears only hours ago and now she was laughing with the person who made her cry. Weird. Girls were just plain weird. It was really difficult to understand them.

“So, you two kissed and made up?” Both of them turned my way and Holly turned red in the face.

“Um... yeah.” Holly nodded. Her face was still beet red. I wonder why? And Louis could not meet my eyes. He was looking everywhere except at me and Holly. He scratched the back of his neck.

“You going back to the hotel?” Louis directed the question at me but he was looking at his feet.

“Nah, me and Holly are going to have something to eat first.” I needed to talk to Holly. This time I would not let her dodged my question. I would get to the bottom of this. I needed to know what happened.

Holly stared at me. The plan was news to her. Louis was still fidgeting.

“Okay. So, see you guys later, then.” Louis was still avoiding my eyes. I would need to talk to him later, to clear the air, so to speak.

After Louis left, I pulled Holly into my arms and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelt nice; fruity and sweet. I would need to ask her what shampoo she’s using.

“You okay?” She nodded and we went outside hand in hand, found a taxi and headed for the nearest place where we can have some food, drink and privacy. We ordered some chicken sandwiches, fizzy pop for me and orange juice for her.

“Okay, spill it, princess.” She was going to tell me what was going on between her and Louis before the night is out.

“Spill what?” Dodging. Sidestepping.  Hedging. Eluding. Avoiding answering the question. She could write an entire book on the topic.

“Don’t give me that. C’mon, talk to me.” I insisted.

She gave a mighty sigh. “You are annoyingly persistent.” She made a face at me.

“And you are annoyingly evading the question again.” I gave her an exasperated look. I reached out to cup her cheek and my thumb caressed her cheek affectionately. My annoyance turned into concern. “Was it so bad that you could not talk about it?”

She chewed on her lower lips. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then, talk to me, princess.”

She shrugged. “Louis and I were in love back then.”

Only You

ZIAM

Second Chance - Chapter 7

THE IDIOT

LOUIS...

I was such an idiot! A fool. A nitwit. An imbecile. Call it what you would, that was what I was. If there was an award for ‘The Biggest Idiot of the Year’, I would have won it! Hands down.

Good God! What the heck was I thinking? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Going to The Lotus after declining Liam’s invitation to go with them was foolish, but giving in to the impulse to kiss Holly was pure STUPIDITY! Okay, the actual lips contact was brief but it was positively thrilling and absolutely addictive. If I was having dinner, that was just an immensely mouth-watering appetizer. Once I had the taste of it, it left me craving for more.

The incident in the dressing room was another proof of how much of a blockhead I was. She did not see the wet floor, when she stepped on it; she slipped and started falling down. I quickly grabbed her around the waist to prevent her from falling. Her arms went around my neck and she gasped as her body slammed into mine.

“Careful there.” I said and she looked up into my eyes. I was hypnotised when I realised how beautiful she was. When she looked up to my face, it brought her lips nearer. My gaze went to her enticing lips. Soft, sexy pink lips. So, so kissable!

I stood there aghast, when I realised how much I wanted to kiss that luscious pink lips of hers. Okay! I needed to control my unruly body. ASAP. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, but every time I inhaled, I could smell her very subtle scent, which only added to my discomfort. When she drew in a deep breath, I became aware of the feel of her body pressed against mine. I could not take my eyes of her lips. When she licked them nervously, I lost it.  

Had Zayn and Vicky not come through the door, I would have kissed Holly again. And that would not be a brief peck on the lips either. It would, without doubt, involve some definite tongue action! Just thinking of the ‘almost kiss’ makes me hot all over. Man! It was a mess! The plan was I was supposed to be angry at her, not thinking of kissing her which was pretty much all the time.

I did not mean to let her go like that, but I was surprised. She pretty much fell on the floor on her curvy backside. She stayed there, unmoving watching Vicky kissing me and the stupid me watching her while being kissed by Vicky. Zayn went to her and picked her up. He whispered something to her and she buried her face in his chest.

Something stirred in me. It irritated the hell out of me how Zayn was always putting his arm around her, whispering in her ears, touching her smooth cheeks and kissing her forehead and the top of her head. I knew that they were childhood friends but... jeez... Lay off with the PDA.

I was disgusted! But probably more at myself for sounding like a jealous boyfriend than at them and their PDA.

I was really lucky that Vicky did not see me embracing Holly. That would cause endless problems with her. I didn’t feel like explaining myself to her. I started dating Vicky about five months ago. She was fun. I liked her but that was all. No strong feelings. If she’s there, okay. If she’s not, that was fine too. Then, she started coming around more frequently, and started telling others that she was my girlfriend. I did not say anything, or clarify the misconception because... I just don’t care. Maybe it was better if she was my girlfriend. I don’t have real feelings for her so I would not get too attached to her. If she eventually leaves, I would not be too affected. I thought that was a good plan.

         Unfortunately, I think Zayn saw us. He had been glaring at me ever since. The two of us were good mates but Holly was his princess. No one was allowed to hurt his princess. He was really protective of her. He protected Holly like he did his sisters. I couldn’t really blame him for being more than a trifle miffed at me. If some boy hurt any of my sisters, I would probably do more than glare at the offending boy.

          The show that night was a bit strained, with me trying to avoid confrontation with Zayn. I can read the obvious intention in his eyes. If we were not on stage, he probably would take me by the collar of my tee and shook the foolhardiness out of me. Yeah, I probably deserved that!

Walking into the messy dressing room that night, with her friend and the friend’s niece, Holly was dressed in a TIGHT little white tube and TIGHT black skinny jeans that accentuated her curves to perfection. The curves were going to be a distraction. They already disturbed my peace of mind the minute she walked into the room.

The moment Louis saw Holly walking into the room

That added to the issue of Zayn affected my performance that night. I tried to be my usual merry self but it was difficult, especially when I could see Holly among the fans in the front row. I hoped I did not hurt her badly when she fell. I need to apologize to her which I would do right after the show. No matter how angry I was at her, she deserved an apology for what I did.

Deciding on that course of action uplifted my mood. I actually felt much better. I waved and smiled at the fans. I owed it to them to give my best. I was where I was right now because of them. So, the rest of the evening I gave everything I had. This was for the fans.

When the show ended, I went in search of Holly but Vicky stopped me on my way.

“Baby, let’s go and have some fun. My friends are waiting.” She mentioned the name of a well-known club but I was not in the mood to party.

“I am so sorry, babe. I’m not in the mood tonight. I’m tired. I think I’ll go straight back to the hotel. I’m sorry.” I declined. “You go ahead and have fun with your friends.”

She pouted. “It won’t be that much fun without you.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” I said regretfully. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay. You promise?” She asked coquettishly.

“I promise.” I said giving her the three-finger salute used by scouts. She gave me a kiss which I returned only half-heartedly. She waved me goodbye cheerfully and went on her merry way.

Now back to business of finding Holly and apologising. I started to head for the dressing room, where I bet she would be with Zayn, when I saw her standing alone staring at me from the west wing exit door. She must have been standing there the whole time when I was with Vicky.

I approached her and she started to walk away.

“Holly. Please, I need to talk to you.” I implored. She stopped and turned around to look at me. Her stunning brown eyes were uncertain.

“I need to apologise for what happened just now. I didn’t mean to drop you. I was surprised by Zayn walking in.” I explained hoping for her forgiveness.

Surprisingly, she smiled. “You don’t have to apologise for that, Louis. I know that you didn’t mean to let me fall. And I also would like to apologise for everything that I did that hurt you. I am really, really sorry.”

It was really difficult to be angry at her when she apologised so sweetly. I sighed. “Look, why don’t we just start from the beginning. Forget the past. Start anew.”

She nodded and smiled. “That sounds like a good idea.”

I hold out my hands and said. “Hi, my name is Louis Tomlinson. And you?”

“I’m Holly Adams. Nice to meet you.” She shook my hands.

“Nice to meet you too.” We stared at each other and broke into grins and then laughter.

“So, you two kissed and made up?” We turned and saw Zayn. Holly blushed when she heard the word ‘kiss’. She must be thinking the ‘almost’ kiss we had in the dressing room. Strangely, that made me felt... good.

Second Chance - Chapter 6

IRRESISTIBLE

HOLLY...

The book signing was a success. I was exceedingly pleased and not a little surprised that some people like the book. The theme of the book was actually one that was very close to my heart. In the beginning, I had no intention of writing the book or even publishing it. Writing was just a way for me to let out the feelings I couldn’t say out loud. I wrote everything; my fears, my hope, the joy I found and the pain I felt, in my cherry red hardcover notebook. I took it everywhere with me.

One night, I accidently left the precious notebook in Ryan’s car. Ryan read it and made the life-changing decision for me. He took it secretly to a friend of his who happened to be a publisher. His publisher friend liked it a lot and both of them managed to persuade me to finish writing the book and I did. So, the rest was history, as they said.

We started the day event at 10 o’clock, and I had been going non-stop since then except for a twenty-minute break for lunch. Zayn came towards the end of the day session to see how I was doing, and invited me to the show that night. He left after he slipped three tickets and backstage passes for me and two friends, and made me promised I would come to the show.

When the bookstore was closed and everybody had left for the night, I walk back to the hotel which is only a few blocks away. There were a lot of people around me walking home from work, but I felt really lonely. There were feeling of sadness and hopelessness that I could not quite shake from inside of me. The phone conversation I had with Martha last night replayed in my mind.

"Hi, Martha. Is Ryan awake?"

“No, he’s sleeping, my dear.” The sweet little old lady, who was Ryan’s mum and caretaker answered.

“How is he?”

She sighed. “There has been no change, Holly. And I don’t expect any.”

A sob escaped my mouth and I asked softly, "Did he ask for me?"

"He asked ABOUT you a dozen time a day, sweetheart. Do you know that he stopped his chemo treatment more than a week ago? He became weaker with each treatment. He felt that it was no longer effective and it was causing so many side effects." Martha explained.

Martha was an admirable woman. Strong. Determined. Loving. When Ryan returned to New York, his cancer was already in the final stage. Martha took care of him since. It must be extremely hard to see your own child suffering but she had never falter. She had long accepted that Ryan was dying.

When I met Ryan, he was already diagnosed with cancer. I was broken up about leaving Louis. Ryan and I turned to each other for comfort although we were virtually strangers. I would always be grateful for what he had done for me.

"What did the doctor say?”

“Dr. Miller actually agreed with him. He advised Ryan to focus on enjoying and spending the time he has left with his loved ones.”

“I wish he would let me be there but whatever his decision is I’ll stand by him, Martha."

"You know how he is, Holly. He doesn't want you to see him like this. He wants you only to remember the good times."

"I know, but it doesn't make this any better. No matter how it is between us, I really care about him." Another sob escaped involuntarily.

"I know you care for him. He knows it too and I love you for that. You are one of the best things that happen in his life and I also think you should be here but this is what he wants, Holly."

I took several deep breaths to calm myself. "Okay, Martha. I understand that. Could you call me when he's awake?" I requested. We said our goodbyes and I put the phone down.

I closed my eyes and inhale deeply. The chat with Martha has left me feeling empty inside, depressed and profoundly sad. 

I was brought back to the present when someone bumped into me and apologised profusely. I looked at my wrist watch. I still had a few hours left before the show started. To avoid from thinking too much about the situation with Ryan, I tried focussing on One Direction’s show that night instead. Okay, here it went again... What was I going to wear?

It took me one and a half hour to decide and put together the things I was going to wear. In the end, I chose to go casual: black skinny jeans, a body-hugging white tube, black leather jacket and a pair of black chunky-heeled ankle boots.

I arrived at the venue for the show, a good 45 minutes before it started. Allie who was my agent, her niece, and I showed our backstage passes to the security crew and was let through.

Before I left the hotel, I already texted Zayn telling him I was already on my way there. So, he was waiting for me in the dressing room. Allie’s thirteen-year-old niece, Emma, was a huge fan of the boys. She was so excited that she almost cried when she saw Zayn, Louis and Niall when we entered the boys’ dressing room. She ran towards them and gave them a hug, took lots of photos and continued fangirling. Niall offered to give the thrilled girl a short tour of the arena and she squealed with excitement.

“Hi, Princess. So glad you could come.” He kissed me on the cheek lightly and hugged me tightly. I gave him a bright smile.

“Stay put. I’m just going to find out what’s holding Harry and Liam up.” He instructed. We hadn’t had our talk yet because he came back late to the hotel that night and I was already asleep. So, I was still waiting for him to bring it up.

I could feel Louis’ gaze on me. I met his eyes and hold his gaze. His expression was unreadable. We just sat there, staring at each other without saying anything. That was just plain weird.

In the end, I stood up and started to head for the door with the intention of look for Zayn and the rest of the lads because Louis’ stare was starting to make me fidgety. To go to the door I had to pass him. I tried to act casual. My heart hammered in my chest when he suddenly stood up.

I was walking past him when I stepped on a small puddle of spilled water and slipped! Louis grabbed my waist to prevent me from falling and I was slammed against his chest. My breath was knocked out of my lungs. My arm automatically went around his neck to hold myself steady. He reminded me to be careful. When I looked up to thank him, I found his face was only inches away from mine. I gasped in surprise.

I looked up into his hypnotising, beautiful blue eyes. We stared at each other and suddenly his gaze dropped to my lips. I took a deep breath to calm my senses. My mouth felt so dry suddenly. I felt so self-conscious and I lick my lips nervously. The gesture caused Louis to take a quick intake of breath. I could feel his racing heart pounding underneath my hand which unknowingly found its way to his hard chest. I swallowed hard.

I knew that he was going to kiss me and the anticipation was killing me. His lips were moving ever so slowly towards mine. Oh gosh! I was going to be a puddle at his feet. The urge to kiss him was quite, quite irresistible. I could smell the mint in his breath. My eyes were half closed and his lips were going to touch mine.....

“Louis! Babe!”

Louis let go of me abruptly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zayn walked into the dressing room followed by a stunning brunette, before I landed ignominiously on my rear end. It was quite humiliating falling on my posterior witnessed by the brunette.

“Hi, Vicky.” Louis did not sound very enthusiastic.

So, this was his girlfriend. She was magnificent: perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect body, perfect teeth! Can a person be this perfect? I felt like an awkward and gawky teen. I wonder if she saw the embrace or what had nearly happen just now?

Vicky threw her arm around Louis’ neck and puckered up for a kiss. I was sitting on the floor, facing him. He gaze bore into mine, even though he was busy kissing Vicky! When their lips met, it felt like somebody took a knife and stabbed me in the heart! And twisted it some more!

It was extremely painful to watch them kissed, but I couldn’t look away. It was like a morbid fascination. Louis was still holding my gaze while kissing his precious girlfriend. I could feel tears were welling up in my eyes and would rain down my cheek at anytime.

“Are you all right, princess?” Zayn said in a hushed tone. I was surprised because I have forgotten that he was there. I swallowed a sob that was about to escape.

I turned to face Zayn and hid my face in his chest. The tears I was holding back so hard fell down my cheeks. 

“Get me out of here, please.” I whispered frantically in a brittle tone of voice. I did not want Louis to see me crying.