The sound of his mum’s voice put a smile on his face. He’s missed the sound.
“It’s late at night you know, almost twelve. Is something wrong?" There was concern laced with her tone over the speaker.
Louis looked down at the jeans he was still wearing from today, drawing patterns on his knee. Since after dinner, Louis has been sitting on his bed as thoughts of the recent moments scrambled through his head. At times he was questioning himself. 'Was I supposed to be here?' 'Have I failed the others already?' They were just a couple.
He shook his head, even though his mum couldn't see him. "No... everything's okay." He sounded a little cheerier.
"That's great honey. Are the boys as nice as you always tell me they are?"
Louis chuckled. "Of course they are. They're really sweet. They’ve been helping Niall and I with all these new things happening. They’re really supportive.”
"Supportive? So they accepted that you were gay?”
His small smile dropped as that thought added to the million in his head. "N-No...I haven’t told them about that yet. I just don't know what they'll think. I don't want to be known as the 'typical one gay boy in the boy band' guy. I know they're not cruel like that to hate me after I tell them, because they're supportive like I said, but.... I don't know." He sighed, pulling his knees up to his chest, hugging his legs.
"I'm not going to pressure you into telling them, but you should soon sunshine. From what you've told me, they sound like nice boys. Your sexuality isn't going to change their point of view on you."
Louis nodded, the corner of his lips lifting a little into a small half smile. "Okay."
There was some muffled talking on the other side of the phone until his mum spoke again. "Lottie wants to talk to you." A couple of seconds later, his younger sister's voice was heard.
"Aye, big brother!"
He laughed. "Hey, baby sis!"
"I'm not a baby!" She argued, but laughed straight after. Louis liked to tease her about her being his little sister. "Anyway, that's not want I want to say. So... I over heard you say that the boys were sweet."
Louis' brows met in confusion. "Yeah."
"Is a certain boy maybe a little sweeter than the others?" She chuckled.
Realizing what she meant, his face went beet red, hiding his face in his knees. "Lottie!"
"What's Harry like? Is he as handsome in real life? Is his voice actually that deep?" The younger girl fires away.
Louis couldn't help but laugh a little. "Lottie! Lottie, one question at a time. Gosh!" He thought over her questions. "Yes, he's even better looking in person, and yes, his voice is that deep.” When it came to the last question, it brought a shy smile to his face, thinking about the younger boy. “And he’s… he’s really nice. Like, he’s just as kind as everyone said he was. We’ve actually uh, gotten closer over the past days we got here. He’s just… so much better than I imagined…” He faded off, red showing on his cheeks in embarrassment that he just said that to his little sister. But he knew he could trust her not to tease him about it. Too much that is.
“Aww! Does that mean there’ll be Larry babies soon?!” Is it bad that Louis had created a ship name for himself and Harry? Larry Stylinson. He thought it was cute.
“No! You know that won’t ever happen. He wouldn’t even like me in that way, anyway…”
“Wait, he doesn’t know you like him?”
“Why would I tell him?”
“I wouldn’t think you needed to. I know you’re a good actor Lou, but it’s obvious.” She laughed.
Louis rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s not obvious.”
“Lottie, it’s time for sleep. You have school tomorrow. So say goodnight.” Their mum’s voice called in the background.
Lottie sighed, but did as she was told, saying goodnight to her older brother and heading to bed.
“I would stay and chat longer Lou, but I have to work early tomorrow morning. Please call back soon, preferably when the other girls are awake.”
“I will mum. I miss you.” Louis said sadly.
“I miss you too. Good night, sunshine.”
“Good night.” Then Louis hung up, dropping the phone onto the bed, sighing.
The blue eyed boy sat there for a moment in silence, his mind drifting off to different things. But there were somethings that stuck out like a sore thumb to him.
The contract and today's recording session specifically.
Words from before were running around in his thoughts. "Why the hell did you change Louis' voice?" "We didn't do anything drastic." "We tweaked it to fit the song." He actually started to believe that what those producers were saying meant much more. That maybe his voice wasn't only not good enough for the track, but for music in general.
Louis took a deep breath in, slowly letting it out. He needed to stop thinking these things, but he can't help it.
He needed to prove that he was good enough for the song, if that was possible.
An idea popped into his head. After thinking about it for a second he decided to just go with it. Sure, it's past midnight, but that just meant the other boys were asleep and couldn't hear him, which is what he wanted.
He stood off of his bed, grabbing his phone and walked out of his room quietly, not wanting to alert the others. He stepped down the staircase, through the long hallway and carefully turned the door knob to the music room door. Without a squeak from the hinges, the shorter boy slipped inside and shut the door behind him.
Louis made his way over to the other side of the room where the small room with a recording booth set up was, walking through the glass door.
Looking at the microphone -one identical to the one in the studio earlier today- sparked nerves inside him. Standing in front of the mic, he felt a little less tense this time. Mainly because no one was here listening or watching him.
Louis pulled out his phone and opened a recording app, his thumb hovering over the red start button. He took a deep breath in and out, clearing his throat and made sure he remembered every lyric. When he was ready, he pressed start.
Closing his eyes, he sang the chorus to the new song 'Best Song Ever'.
When he finished the last line, he pressed stop. He clicked on the recording, pressing play, letting him hear himself sing. Not even halfway through, he was stopping it and deleting the recording.
"Is that what I sounded like to the producers? Because then I understand why they tweaked my voice." Louis admitted softly to himself.
But he wasn't stopping there. He continued to record himself singing the same chorus, listening back on it, and deleting it straight after, not liking how he sounded.
After thirty minutes of singing, his lyrics started sounding sloppy and tired. After recording number fifty-seven, he gave up, sliding down the wall and letting out a loud sigh.
The silence he was sitting in was broken by the sound of someone clapping. Louis jumped a little, looking towards the glass door, only to see Harry standing there, clapping his hands with a smile. Louis had a look of confusion on his face.
"You sounded so good." Harry said, a wide grin on his lips.
Louis blushed slightly. "You heard me?"
Harry nodded. "I could hear you from the lounge room. I thought I should come in and find out what you were doing singing at..." He checked his watch. "One in the morning."
"S-Sorry.. I thought everyone was sleeping. I tried to stay a little quiet." Louis said, playing with the phone in his hand.
"It's fine. It's just me up. I was texting Kendall until they fell asleep on me." Harry chuckled, a look of fond on his face.
There was that name again that for some reason always got Louis thinking. He's noticed over the past week how Harry is usually caught smiling at his phone, typing rapidly to someone, who he guessed was Kendall. He was always laughing at what they were saying. Kendall must be a funny person.
While Louis was in the moment of thinking about the unknown person, Harry had slid down the wall, sitting right next to the shorter boy. His side was pressed against Louis' side, feeling the warmth of his skin seep through Louis' long sleeved t-shirt.
Louis snapped his head to look up at Harry, seeing that the younger boy was already looking down at him.
"Just curious, why are you up singing this late at night?"
The blue eyed boy looked down at the hands in his lap. "I was just recording myself. Seeing if I could do any better for the song." Louis explained shyly.
Harry's brows furrowed in confusion. "But you already sound amazing on the track."
Louis shook his head in disagreement. "Those producers didn't seem to think the same as you."
"Don't listen to what they were saying. They don't know your voice like I do. That was just one song Lou. I bet that when they hear you sing our song, they're going to realize how they never needed to touch your voice. Because it's beautiful." Harry never took his eyes off of Louis. He wants the boy to know that every word that he's saying and had said in the past was all true.
Wide blue eyes looked up at Harry. A small grin twitching at his lips. It felt nice to hear these words come from Harry. When it was just Louis and Harry alone, it seemed like all he bad stuff in his head was being pushed away and all that was on his mind was Harry.
But when was Harry never on the boy's mind?
Louis felt his phone being taken out of his hands. He turned and saw Harry was unlocking it, Louis not having a pass on it, and opening the voice memos app. He noticed how he never deleted the last recording he made.
"What are you doing?" Louis asked.
Harry didn't answer, just pressed play on the last recording, Louis' voice illuminating the room. Louis' cheeks burned red as he listened to himself once again. God, it was embarrassing. He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his heated skin.
He never got to see the growing smile on Harry's lips and he continued to listen to the boy sing. He had his eyes closed as he took in the soft sound of his vocals, singing along in his head.
"The fans are going to love you. I know it." Harry spoke once the recording had finished.
Louis looked up at Harry through his fingers. "Really?"
The younger boy nodded. "Definitely! Anyone who doesn't love you or doesn't fall in love with your voice is crazy." He chuckled, passing Louis his phone back.
A wide smile slipped onto Louis' lips, he couldn't help it.
Harry could make him smile with only the little things he does, and the words he said to him sometimes sent tingles into his tummy.
There's not much going on in this chapter, just some Harry and Louis time :) But thank you to everyone that is reading and commenting! You guys make me smile! I promise to post the next update on time :D