Egomaniac [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 5 - I'm Fine

3 weeks later.

It took a lot for Louis Tomlinson to get nervous. But as he stood onstage next to the totally hot heartthrob Harry Styles, he was flustered, discombobulated, and rattled. He was also freaked out, twitchy, and jumpy.

After all, Harry was...well, he was so many things. He was his crush ever since he layed eyes on him, which was in the hallway at 7th Grade. But kept denying it, until now. He was also his classmate, who at first seemed ridiculously self-centered, but turned out to be sweet and genuine. After all, he'd admitted he liked him-well to Zayn, but still. He was also the cause of his biggest and ugliest fight with his bestfriend, Niall. Thankfully, he and Niall had made up. Still, Louis hadn't stopped thinking about Harry since, even enough time had passed for him to start dating some other girl at school.

So when Louis had learned he'd be in his drama class, he'd been superpsyched. Yet, now, as Miss. Tisdale stared at him and his classmates expectantly, and the hot flourescent lights beamed down on him, all his enthusiam was causing him to sweat uncontrollably.

Louis' head was spinning. Meanwhile, Miss. Tisdale was saying something. "Alright, now class, since our Juliet is unavailable at the moment, we need to have a subsitute for her." she said. Don't let it be me, said Louis on his head. Seeing as he is the only one in this class who managed to memorize and correctly say and pronounce both Romeo and Juliet's lines, and the fact that Harry Styles was Romeo. "Mr. Tomlinson, would you mind being Juliet? Just for today, seeing as you memorize both Romeo and Juliet's line." said Miss. Tisdale. Why do bad things happen to good people? Louis thought. He nodded his head and Miss. Tisdale clapped her hands. "Alright! Louis and Harry, please stand in the middle of the stage. The rest of you, go sit by the chairs," she instructed.

Now Louis was a nervous wreck. Standing in the middle of the stage with Harry Styles, his legs feels like jelly. "Take your positions gentlemens," Miss. Tisdale said. Louis walked towards the make shift balcony they made a few days ago, and stood there by it's window. Harry stood under it. "Now, action

Harry was the first to speak. He cleared his throat and began to say his line. "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and green. And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven. Would through the airy region stream so bright, that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" he said, grinning proudly as he said it without any mistakes.

"Ay me!" Louis said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His elbow supporting it's weight on the make shift balcony.

"She speaks," Harry said his line. "O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art, as glorious to this night, being o'er my head. As is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air."

Louis cleared his throat and began to say one of Juliet's famous lines. "O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet," he said.