5. things you didn’t say at all
note: i don’t like louis so idk how well this will turn out
Louis meets her for the first time at the Kids Choice Awards. He’s seen her on the television, of course he has, she’s Taylor Swift but she’s lovely and nice and funny in person. Taller and more gorgeous than he would ever expect. His heart beats a little faster when she sends him a sly smile, lips turning upwards at one of his jokes. He forgets all about Eleanor in that moment.
Eleanor breaks up with him sometime in September. In between him seeing Taylor Swift on TV and seeing her at a party. It feels wrong to want Taylor for a thousand different reasons; Eleanor was a huge fan for one and Taylor Swift is as big of a superstar as they come. Louis supposes he’s one now, too.
He sees her leaning against the counter of the bar, hair hanging loose, a short red dress clung to her body. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say only that he has to say something, make a move because he hasn’t been able to get her out of his head since he met her at the Kids Choice Awards.
Her eyes float over the party and she smiles when her eyes land on him, they light up in recognition and she waves. Louis grins, taking that as a sign to come over to her. He thinks a thousand things as he crosses the short distance and chooses which one would be a good opening line: you look stunning, i love your hair, your eyes are so very blue, you’ve got some killer legs, wanna grab dinner with me?
Instead Louis stumbles over his words and takes too long to say a simple hello but she laughs and he thinks about how nice it is; what a nice laugh she has. He wouldn’t mind hearing it for the rest of his life he thinks but he had thought that about Eleanor’s laugh, too. Taylor greets him back. Louis takes this as his chance to impress her so he launches into a funny story about a fan and Taylor giggles, eyelashes pressed into her skin as she presses them closed, fingers gripping around the counter of the bar. Louis follows her actions with his eyes and he can’t believe he’s actually making Taylor Swift, the secret object of his affections, laugh. He thinks about telling her this: how nice her laugh is but decides against it.
Lighthearted jokes that he texts her go nowhere. Taylor seems oblivious to his crush whenever he sees her which turns out to be quite frequently and for all the worst reasons. Louis clutches his fist as he thinks about it, eyes Taylor and Harry in the corner of the room, leaning into each other as they watch something on her phone both laughing. Even back in September they were something, even earlier than that and Louis had been oblivious the whole time.
It’s something that hurts even more because the more time he spends with her the more he finds himself liking her. It’s not something he’ll ever tell Taylor who barely pays him any attention when Harry’s in the room. He thinks he could settle for friends, maybe she’ll see him as something more one day. Taylor glances over at him, grinning brightly in his direction. He lifts his lips upwards and puts his hand up in a greeting. She looks pretty, he thinks to himself as he watches his best friend and Taylor; super pretty, her hair has been pinned back into a bun and her lips are painted red. She’s just been at a photoshoot, she had told him while she had been waiting for Harry, the only conversation they’d shared in the past month in person playing through his mind. Usually he buts into her conversations with Harry, trying to make himself known, to try and leave an impression. Louis is loud but never loud enough to get Taylor to notice him for more than a few second.
He sees Taylor in February. She’s single this time around. He thinks about telling her all the things he hasn’t said: he thinks she’s beautiful, he thinks he could be in love with her, she’s incredibly talented, he’s thought about a future and seen her in it. Instead he watches her from across the room, watches as she twirls around the room with friends and laughs, her eyes catching his once and smiling softly in his direction.