It was four o’clock in the afternoon and Georgina Ferguson was dancing her way around the kitchen. Her boyfriend was gingerly cutting vegetables beside her while Fleetwood Mac filled the air with happiness.
It had been three days since their secret was out. The entire house had gone through an array of emotions during those three days. Everyone did their own thing. Jenna, Keith, Mags and Jamie hit the beaches hard. Brittany and David went on a tour up the coast. Niall whisked Georgina off on a flora and fauna adventure hoping to put her in a better mood.
It didn’t work though.
She still spent a good amount of time in their room afraid of what was going to happen next. It wasn’t until a heart to heart phone call with her mother that she realized the best way to smooth things over with her friends was to show them how much she loved them.
Because she did. She loved them more than they could ever know. They had become family and she was stupid for ever thinking they wouldn’t approve of her relationship with Niall. They had been rooting for them to get together from the moment they met. She should have known better.
After a brief conference with her boyfriend, Georgina decided that a nice home cooked meal and a quiet night in was the best way to show her appreciation. They spent a majority of the morning preparing to do just that.
By the time afternoon hit, Maggie and the rest of the gang were curious as to what was happening in the kitchen. Before anyone could ask what was going on, their favorite Irishman beat them to it. In his best posh accent, Niall informed the crew that they were expected to be back in the kitchen at 4:30 wearing their best lounge wear for the cocktail hour. Unsure if he was being serious, David led the troops back to their rooms until the time was right.
After changing into something more comfortable, everyone made their way into the living room where they waited anxiously for the cocktail hour to begin.
“We goin’ to a five star restaurant or what? I don’t need a starter hour. I need a main course. I’m bloody famished.” Dave groaned resting his head on Brittany’s shoulder.
“Oh, let them have their fun.” Jamie said. “I’m sure it’ll be lovely.”
“The Baby can’t properly season chicken.” Jenna quipped. “This meal is all Ferg— assuming we’re getting a meal.”
“Her secret talent is that she’s an ace in the kitchen.” Brittany said running her hands through David’s hair. “Rumor has it she’s making Lydia’s roast dinner.”
David’s eyes lit up. “I fucking hope she is.”
“I’m quite pleased with the dress code.” Keith said smoothing out the fabric of his joggers.
“Um excuse me, not to change the subject, but are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” Mags said snapping towards the kitchen where Niall was acting like a goofy boyfriend. “He’s beaming.”
“Forget, Ni. Look at how happy she looks.” Jamie said nodding towards Georgina.
“I’ve never seen her like this.”
“You’ve never seen her truly happy then. That little Irish shit has fought long and hard to keep the rain clouds that used to follow her around away.” Brittany said as she looked at her best friend.
“I’d say this is probably the happiest she’s been in about a decade. Right, love?” David said with a sigh.
“Just about.” Britt smiled. Although she didn’t appreciate being kept in the dark, she was genuinely happy for both of her best friends. They deserved each other.
“She’s in love with him.” Maggie said looking at Britt for confirmation. The blonde just nodded.
“This is fucking brilliant.” Jamie said happily.
The group of friends sat in silence as Georgina coached Niall through the prep work for her grandad’s special Yorkshire pudding. Her tone was gentle. Seeing Georgina’s soft side was a real treat for a majority of the group. The cold and standoffish woman they had first met was no longer there. Her guard was down and it was the most fascinating thing they had ever seen — and that was saying something.
“How are we gonna protect them?” Keith asked.
That was the question that had popped into each of their heads as soon as the news broke. They knew how difficult it was for Niall to balance his public and private personas. Adding a serious relationship to that equation wasn’t going to be an easy feat. They didn’t know how they could help but they were going to try their hardest to keep their friends safe.
“Well for starters, no more randos.” Mags said glancing at Keith.
“Yeah, Ferg made that real clear on Day One.” Keith said dryly making Jenna laugh.
“I don’t think there is anything we can really do besides support them.” Jamie pointed out. They had never really interfered with Niall’s life before and he didn’t think they should start now.
“No we can do more than that.” Jenna said as she was met by an assortment of confused glances. “We are going to stop inviting Marco and Ash to get-togethers and on vacation.”
“I second that!” Mags said as her eyes lit up. “They are suppliers of constant drama and honestly she is bloody annoying now that she got her tits fixed.”
“I think the one way to protect Ferg and Niall is to not let Marco and Ash find out about them.” Keith said. “The less people that know the better.”
“Miller’s right. I don’t know how we are gonna do that though. I want them to be free around us but like how?” Jenna said.
“I think we should just treat them the same as we’ve always treated ‘em.” Brittany said. “They are gonna need that now more than ever.”
“Britt’s right. Ferg and Ni are gonna need normalcy. Shitting on him and poking fun at her — that’s what will help protect them.” Dave said. “Moment we start acting weird, they might change. Then the foundation of their relationship could start to crumble and before we know it we have two broken hearts. Personally, I don’t want to deal with that shit.”
“How—How do we do that with the knowledge we have?” Maggie asked sounding hesitant.
“Well if you lot didn’t shit on The Fearsome Foursome so much then you’d know how to do it.” Keith said with a smug smirk.
“They neve—“ Britt started to say confused.
“You wouldn’t know because you twats always ditch us.” Jenna said before nodding at Keith. “They get extra flirty and we just let it be. It’s our thing.”
“I find that hard to believe, Jens.” Maggie said.
“It’s the fucking truth, Margaret.” Keith said a little louder than he intended. The group froze as they felt eyes on them from the kitchen.
“Y'alright over there?” Niall asked munching on a carrot.
“Bloody brilliant, babes.” Keith winked playfully.
“Starters are ready.” Fergie called out as she walked past Niall. “Just finishing up the sangria.”
“She’s already drank half of it so hopefully you get a taste.” Niall popped off— earning himself a smack across the back of the head. A soft giggle escaped as he went back to finishing up his task.
“So to sum things up, we’ve missed out on a lot of cute shit.” Dave said with a grin. “And personally, I’m excited to witness it first hand.”
“Why the fuck do you keep sayin’ personally? Is that your word of the day, mate?” Brittany teased looking down at him.
“Georgina, Brittany is being rude to me.” Davey whined making the others laugh.
“You probably deserve it, mate.” Fergie called back.
“He most certainly does not. David is a goddamn angel. Never does anything wrong.” Niall said.
“Exactly! Well except for when I told her to sit on your face in Aruba — that wasn’t a good comment to make.” Dave laughed. “I’ll admit that.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t a good look.” Jamie said scrunching up his face. “Or that time you made him take his top off before we FaceTimed her so he’d look like a proper lad.”
Niall’s eyes went wide. “We promised we would never speak about that day ever again, James.”
“What the fuck?” Jenna said looking around the room.
“You guys always end up being shirtless together. I’m starting to get concerned.” Maggie said looking at her fiancé. “Why are you lot always shirtless?”
“Don’t ask me about my business, Kay.” Jamie said in an attempt to sound like Al Pacino.
“What kind of business do you have that involves you getting your tits out?” Jenna asked.
Keith shrugged. “Just lads’ stuff.”
“But like what’s—“ Brittany said before Niall stormed into the room cutting her off.
With the Irishman leading the ship, a very passionate chant about being lads began while the group of men danced around the room.
“You boys are fucking weirdos.” Georgina said as she looked at her girls. “Um, we’re ready for you.”
Ignoring the awkward mosh pit taking place around them, the girls headed quietly into the kitchen where a very delicious looking spread was waiting for them. Four glasses of sangria were sitting on the counter.
“Next time we plan a vacation, let’s make it a Hen House only trip.” Georgina joked as the boys continued to act like fools.
“Either that or we rent our own house without them.” Jenna said taking one of the glasses of wine.
“It’d be drama free. That’s for sure.” Britt said.
“It would just be a lot of Spice Girls and wine.” Jenna said.
“Sign me the fuck up for that.” Georgina said passing wine glasses to Mags and Brittany.
The four women watched in silence as an impromptu jam sesh to Toto’s “Africa” filled the living room.
“They are such idiots sometimes.” Jenna laughed as David placed Niall on his shoulders.
“And to think they are all sober.” Mags said shaking her head.
“They might be idiots but I wouldn’t change them for the world.” Brittany said scooting over towards her best friend.
“You know, I’m really happy the universe brought us all together.” Georgina said clutching the glass in her hand.
“Like think of all the little moments that were added together to get us to this point.”
“You on drugs, Blondie?” Brittany said eyeing her best friend playfully.
“I’m just sayin’ I’m really thankful for this moment and for all of you and—and—“ Georgina said incapable of finding the right words to say. “I know I’m shit at this kinda stuff but thanks for putting up with me for all these years.”
“We love ya, Georgie.” Britt said resting her head on Georgina’s shoulder. “We’re always gonna love ya.”
“I’m sorry.” She said glancing at her friends. “I should have—“
“No, you shouldn’t have. I would have kept it a secret too.” Jenna said keeping her eyes on Niall. “He’s like a rare gem and I wouldn’t want anyone to find out about him until it was necessary.”
“Would we have liked to know you were in love with our best friend? Obviously, yes.” Mags said softly. “But like your safety and comfort are the most important thing to us. I would have waited to tell too. His life is hard and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him just to tell my friends.”
“Exactly!” Jenna said with a smile.
Brittany wrapped her arm around Georgina’s and stood up straight. “Bottom line baby, we’re just happy that you’re happy.”
“So serious question, Georgina.” Maggie asked reaching out for a piece of pita bread. “You two made out in Vegas, yeah?”
“I plead the fifth.” Georgina blushed.
“What are we lying about in here?” Niall asked appearing in the kitchen with the rest of the boys. Each of them significantly out of breath.
“She won’t admit you two made out in Vegas.” Mags said with a smirk.
“He got her flowers. Obviously, they made out.” Dave said popping an olive into his mouth.
“How’d you know he bought them?” Brittany asked.
“C’mon babe. It’s Fergie and Niall.” Dave said making Georgina laugh.
“They made out in Aruba. Beats your little Vegas obsession.” Keith said pouring himself a glass of sangria.
“How do you know that?” Jenna asked confused.
“Context clues, babygirl.” Keith winked.
“Keith, you’re a fucking idiot, mate.” Georgina laughed.
“Georgina! You cheeky little minx.” Mags said in shock.
“He kissed me first!” Georgina said in defense.
“Atta boy.” Keith said patting Niall on the back.
“I don’t know why you lot are shocked over this. It was bound to happen — especially when these two use plant talk as foreplay.” David said.
“Hey! I’ve got more game than that.” Niall said in mock offense.
“Oh I’m not discrediting that at all, babes.” Dave smiled before nodding over at Georgina. “But you start talking about a fuckin’ bougainvillea plant and this one nearly creams her pants.”
“David!” Brittany said with a sigh.
“That’s rich coming from the lad who got a hard on when the pictures of that black hole were released.” Georgina shot back earning a few snickers from their friends.
Dave opened his mouth to defend himself but nothing came out. Georgina took a sip of her drink while the rest of their friends laughed at the sight of a speechless David Watson.
“Did Davey just get lawyered?” Jenna asked in shock.
“More like annihilated.” Brittany said with a smirk.
“Speaking of annihilation, did you lot see the score of the Laker game the other day? Yikes.” Jamie said as a very detailed conversation about basketball began.
Ignoring the conversation, David walked over and wedged himself between the two women he knew the longest. He slid an arm around Georgina, pulling her into his side.
He leaned down and whispered,“You know I love you, right?”
Georgina nodded as she took a sip of her drink.
“We’re having a date at Perch when we get home.” He said with a smile.
She looked up at him in shock. “Really?”
David nodded. “Your personal growth deserves a lot more than a few drinks at a dive bar.”
Georgina leaned up and kissed Dave on the cheek.
“Oi keep your mitts off me girlfriend, mate.” Niall popped off causing the room to grow quiet.
“Your what?” Dave said with a smug look on his face.
“Fergie’s my girlfriend.” Niall said with pride.
The look on his face let everyone know that things were going to be alright.
That’s what the guy who hit on her last Christmas at a sweets shop in Surrey said when she wouldn’t give him her number.
That’s what Simon Elliott cried when she broke his arm for calling her best friend fat.
That’s what the media thought when she refused to speak about why her relationship with Louis Tomlinson had ended.
That’s what Jessica from Teen Scene Magazine was currently thinking when she refused to give young girls tips on how to seduce men.
Fearne Phillips was one of a kind. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. If she was uncomfortable, she was going to let you know. Most people called her reckless for it. Others called her iconic. She didn’t see herself as either of those things.
She saw herself as one thing: tired. Tired of having to be perfect. Tired of having to be prim and proper. Tired of being told what the projected sales and media trends would be if she acted a certain way. She just wanted to be Fearne.
She wouldn’t get to be that for another month. She had a few more festivals to get through before she had an entire year off. She couldn’t believe it.
Fearne had signed a record deal at eighteen and essentially grew up in the spotlight. They saw her through the good, the bad, and the ugly. That decade of stardom had its ups and downs. The worst of it was five years ago when things started to go south with the love of her life.
Sometimes things don’t always work out according to plan. That job at that high profile modeling agency is less about fashion and more about having the ability to memorize multiple coffee orders. That asymmetrical bob that looked adorable on the girl on the train somehow got turned into a shaggy looking bowl cut. That attractive guy from accounting who said he was actually going to call doesn’t end up calling.
Long distance relationships are one of those things that don’t always work out as they should. Three little words are whispered through telephone lines instead of being said face to face. Beds are shared with computer screens instead of warm bodies. Feelings of contentment are replaced by worry and doubt.
Relationships become plagued with catastrophic fights about minuscule things. Calls start to get shorter and text messages begin to stop. That feeling of love once shared starts to dwindle down to nothing.
A type of exhaustion sets in that never can be satisfied. It doesn’t go away with a weekend in bed or trip back home. It settles. It latches onto every fiber and festers until it’s too late. The mind, body, and soul become infected and a monster is created. Once it’s released, there is no hope for humanity.
Fearne Phillips and Louis Tomlinson knew that monster too well. It’s what started to transform after four long years of a relationship on the road. She was never home and he could never get away. The lack of affection and time spent together took its toll on the young couple. Before they knew it, it was over.
It didn’t just end though. It blew up. It was plastered over every tabloid magazine in the country. It was broadcasted on the morning news. It was all over the Internet for her to relive day in and day out.
That first year was the hardest. She lost herself completely. She broke his heart and she could never forgive herself for it. Why? Because Louis Tomlinson was the greatest man she had ever met and he didn’t deserve what she put him through. He deserved better and always would.
As time moved on, the only things she could rely on to keep her from falling apart again were her friends and her job. Her soul sister, Samantha Jane, fought off any man who tried to get close to her while her manager, Declan, did his best to keep her focused on her music. Her older brother, Archie, was just along for the ride. When the going got tough, he stepped in and nursed his baby sister back to health. She didn’t know what she’d do without them.
Every year, she found a way to repay them for putting up with her. This year she managed to get them VIP passes to a handful of festivals throughout the UK. They were currently attending the Glastonbury Festival. Well, Samantha Jane and Archie were attending the festival. Fearne was on the clock. She had been tucked away in an oversized tent answering the same five questions for various media publications. She wouldn’t get to join them until after her set.
Declan did his best to keep her happy but she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone else. She needed a recharge. The last one did her head in.
“I’m not doin’ another one.” Fearne looked over at the bearded man beside her. “I’m done.”
“I’m takin’ care of it,” Declan said — thumbs flying as he typed away on his phone. “Got her editor’s number. She’s a friend of Jimmy.”
“That was just bull shit.” She said. “I didn’t overreact, did I?”
“Shite reporting.” Declan glances up. “If you were a twenty-eight-year-old lad, you’d be labeled a legend... absolutely killing it.”
“Right?” Fearne ran her hands over her face. “Made me come off as a proper slag. I don’t even know any of those men. Would you want your niece to read an article where her favorite celebrity tells her how to sleep around with men? I know I wouldn’t.”
“I’ll take care of it, Fearnie. Don’t worry pet.” Declan winked. “Now head toward the end of the tent.”
“I’m not doing another interview.” She sighed looking up at him. “I will punch someone.”
“It’s with Radio 1,” Declan explained. “Probably with Scott who you haven’t seen in ages. He won’t do anything to harm ya.”
Fearne thought about it for a moment. “ I do like Scott.”
“And you won’t punch him because he’s a good man. You’ll be fine.” Declan said urging her to start walking.
“I just want to clarify that I wouldn’t be upset if she hadn’t been so rude. Young women should know how to navigate the dating world but they shouldn’t be treated as if their only important role in life is to be a side piece for a man.”
“Yeah, yeah all that feminist shite,” Declan mumbled dryly.
Fearne shoved him playfully. “Fuck right off, Declan Jay.”
“Easy there, Pip Squeak.” He said stabilizing himself.
“I just don’t like people who make female celebrities out to be tarts because they’ve got male friends. I’m more than that.” She sighed.
“You do know you don’t need the validation of some teenage tabloid, right? You’re Fearne motherfucking Phillips.” Declan said with a cheesy grin. “The girl who nearly got kicked of secondary school for getting her nose pierced. The girl who sold out the O2 four nights in a row during her first arena tour. The girl who outlasted every single guy on Lads on Tour last summer.”
He continued, “Lionesses like you shouldn’t worry about sheep like her.”
Fearne opened her mouth to say something but decided to walk away instead. Sometimes that man knew exactly what to say to help her refocus. She decided to give him what he wanted. She made her way towards the northern end of the tent to a table dedicated to the BBC’s finest radio station. Declan started to ramble on about how lovely women were in hopes of making her feel better. He didn’t need to say anything but she appreciated that he had.
“Fuck.”
Declan stopped abruptly leaving the woman standing beside him confused. Without saying another word, the six-foot-tall man wedged his body between her and their destination.
“What the fuck, Deco?” Fearne asked.
“Mental health check.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. “0-10, how we doin?”
“I’m fine.” She said not understanding his sudden change in mood.
“That’s not a number.” Declan sighed.
“Why? What’d you see?” Fearne asked attempting to look over his shoulder.
“Just want to make sure me girl is fine after that last one,” Declan explained. “Have you calmed down a bit?”
“Oh, I’m still annoyed but —“ Fearne said standing on the tips of her toes trying to look over his shoulder.
“Need a number Fearnie.” He said calmly.
“Bout a six.” She said knowing that anything lower would set off the alarm bells.
“Good.” He nodded before handing over her phone. “Text Arch and SJ bout what they’re up to now, yeah?”
Fearne smiled swiping her cell phone from his hand.
“Promise you’re gonna stay at a six no matter what happens?” Declan asked.
“I’ll try me best,” Fearne said, eyes glued to her phone. “Don’t know what you’re so worried about Deco.”
“Horan’s here,” Declan said relaxing a bit.
“When is he ever not here? He loves this festival.” Fearne said smirking at something her best friend had sent. “Where’d ya see him?”
Declan nodded behind him. “At the Booth.”
Fearne looked up. “He is the most efficient producer at the BBC so that makes sense.”
“You’re going to have to speak to him,” Declan said. “Still gonna be a six?”
“Niall Horan is a ray of sunshine,” Fearne said still not getting what the big deal was. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Fearnie, I need you to —“ Declan started to say.
“Give me five more minutes with Samantha Jane and I’ll do whatever you want. Okay? You go check in or whatever it is you do and I’ll be your perfect pop star.” She said with a weak smile.
Declan didn’t respond. He turned around and headed toward the makeshift radio studio. He was on edge. Niall Horan was a legend. He always brought the party wherever he went. He also was the sole producer of the show Fearne’s ex-boyfriend hosted. The two were rarely seen without each other — especially during festival season.
Before he had a chance to scope out who was working, a firm hand latched onto Declan’s shoulder. He turned around to find a dark-haired Irishman smiling back at him.
“Well look who the fuck it is.” Niall’s thick Irish accent called out.
“Are you ever not working?” Declan joked as he pulled his old friend into a hug.
“You should know I’d never miss out on the Bury, Deco,” Niall said with a laugh.
The two friends briefly caught up as arrangements were made for the interview. Stories about touring and family members were shared between the men. The reason they were connected was carefully being avoided. Declan knew he needed to bring it up but was worried about the answer.
“So um, is he here?” Declan said in a low voice.
“Yeah but he’s not doing the interview. I uh made sure of it. It’s Matt.” Niall said softly. “How’s she doing?”
“Just came out of a rough one so I need something to cheer her up,” Declan said glancing over at Fearne.
“The lads went to the loo so it’ll be a bit but we’ll take care of our girl.” Niall smiled. “Don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Ni.” Declan nodded.
“Just looking out for both of ‘em,” Niall said.
“Fearne,” Declan called out.
Fearne looked up from her phone and found two sets of eyes watching her closely. She put a brave face on and headed towards them. One more interview to go and she’d be free. One more interview with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend and she’d be free. She could do it. She knew she could.
“Fearne Phillips, who’d ya sell your soul to because you haven’t aged a day, love,” Niall said with a smirk.
“If I told ya, I’d have to kill ya,” Fearne said stepping into his warm embrace.
“I can’t believe this motherfucker is still your minder. Would have ditched him ages ago.” Niall said as he squeezed her tight.
“Ehh, I’ve grown quite fond of him,” Fearne said with a smile. “Lets me do whatever I want.”
“Oh, I believe that.” He smiled.
Fearne stepped back, “I like the hair change. Suits you.”
“Makes me more distinguished,” Niall said before leaning in close. “All the birds are into it.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Haven’t changed a bit, Ni.”
“I have to get shit ready so why don’t you take a seat on the ol’ sofa and I’ll let you know when we’re all queued up.” He said with a wink.
Fearne looked over to find a lumpy old couch with two teal pillows sitting across from a makeshift soundboard. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She had some very fond memories from a couch that looked almost identical to the one staring back at her.
“Ni is this —-“ Fearne started to ask.
“Fuck no.” Niall cackled. “We got rid of it after um that.”
“Oh… well, it wasn’t that comfortable anyways.” She said shyly.
“He begs to differ,” Niall said with a smirk.
“How’s he doing?” Fearne asked — surprised at the words that had just come out. She didn’t know whether she was being polite or if she genuinely cared. She hadn’t thought about him in a while.
Declan and Niall looked just as surprised as she did.
“Still the same pain in the ass we know and love,” Niall said with a small smile.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” She smiled going back to the messages on her phone. She needed to prevent herself from saying anything else unexpected.
Fearne Phillips hadn’t thought about Louis in about a year. She’d see his face when certain songs would come on the radio. She’d hear his laugh when certain jokes were told. But she hadn’t seriously thought about the man she had loved in quite some time. She did wonder how he was but never intended on asking about him. She wasn’t the type to fawn over exes. After the breakup, she would move on as quickly as she could. Louis was different though. He was her best friend.
Seeing Niall was a great reminder of those days.
She was in the middle of explaining what had happened to her brother and best friend when she noticed a group form at the table across from her. Hushed voices were talking quickly. Something was wrong but she wasn’t going to let it get to her. She promised Declan she would stay at a six and that was one promise she couldn’t afford to break.
Her phone started to blow up as her two favorite people started weighing in on the situation at hand. She knew she could count on them to keep her distracted and that’s exactly what they did.
“Now then, let’s get this show on the road, Phillips.” A voice called out pulling her away from the conversation on her phone.
As she looked up, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing in front of her in a pair of muddy wellies was a man she hadn’t spoken to in ages. A man she dedicated two entire albums and an endless amount of notebooks to. A man whose face was now covered in facial hair and laughter lines. A man she had truly missed.
“Tommo,” She beamed taking her in ex-boyfriend’s appearance. “What the fuck are you wearin’ mate?”
“What?” The young man asked looking down at his outfit. “I look goddamn sexy, Phillips.”
Fearne shook her head standing up. “Look like you should be helping me nan with her back garden.”
“Oh fuck you.” Louis chuckled before pulling her into his arms for a hug. Her body effortlessly molded into the places that used to be called home. Everyone around them stood with bated breath unsure of how this interaction was going to turn out.
“Are you giving the interview then?” Fearne asked forcing herself to let go of his body.
Louis fought through a fake smile. “Unfortunately.”
Her hazel eyes lit up. “This is going to be brilliant.”
Something about the way she spoke caught Louis’ attention. She seemed tired and on edge. It had been a while but that man knew her better than anyone else. His eyes scanned her face for answers but fell short.
“Whatcha lookin’ at punk?” She said narrowing her eyes at him playfully.
He shook his head before stepping in close, “Y’alright?”
“I’m fab Lou.” She faked a smile. He didn’t buy it. Before he could dig a little deeper, papers were shoved in his face as a camera was slowly being set up.
Work was to be done.
Louis slid into the spot beside her on the couch. He rested his elbows on the tops of his legs as he studied the list of questions he was supposed to be asking. Fearne studied his face. She almost couldn’t believe it. His boyish features were no longer present. A week’s worth of stubble and some late nights in the studio had left him looking much older.
As he looked up to ask Niall a question, Fearne got a glimpse of his baby blue eyes. They were just as warm and inviting as they used to be but something was a bit off. She knew the look in his eyes all too well. It was the same look he had when he met her dad for the first time. It was the look he had on their first weekend away together. It was the same look he had the night he told her he loved her.
Despite his efforts to try to play it cool, there was no denying he was nervous.
Hoping to remedy the situation, Fearne nudged his leg gently with her own. His eyes left the commotion surrounding them and focused on her.
“See anyone play yet?” She asked with an inviting smile.
He knew what she was trying to do. He appreciated it. A wave of nerves had hit him when Matt said he couldn’t do the interview. He didn’t think he could do it either.
Fearne Phillips wasn’t just another musician at a festival that he needed to interview. She was his greatest love story. Every memory from his twenties had her in it. He didn’t need to fall in love ever again because nothing could compare to the time he spent with her.
Once they split, those memories were too much to handle. Her music disappeared from his show. Her albums sat on his shelf unopened. He couldn’t bring himself to be around things that reminded him of her. He wasn’t strong enough.
Seeing her after all this time was unlike anything he had ever imagined. His pulse began to race, butterflies took flight, and every day spent missing her seemed worth it.
“I went with Fiona and Jack to see Cage earlier and I saw a bit of Cold War Kids but that’s it.” He said putting on a fake smile. “What about you?”
“I’ve been stuck in here all morning.” She said sounding disappointed. “Probably won’t see anyone until after I get off stage.”
“You need to fire that minder of yours,” Louis said glancing over at Declan. “He’s overworking you.”
“Tell me about it.” She sighed.
“You sure you’re okay?” He said in a low voice.
Fearne raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
“S’been a bit. Just nerves.” He grinned shyly.
“It’s just me, Lou,” Fearne said.
“Yeah, multi-platinum award-winning international superstar Fearne Phillips,” Louis said glancing down at his sheet of paper.
“Oh, you mean the same Fearne Phillips who can’t figure out how to build a fucking bookcase.” She said with a smirk.
His face lit up. “You still have it?”
“All me books are in piles on the floor. Samantha Jane nearly wrecks them every time she’s drunk.” Fearne admitted shyly. “The wood bits are under my bed. I’m convinced they didn’t put all the pieces in the box as a ploy to get me to buy another one.”
Louis bit back a smile. Three weeks after they met, Fearne bought a bookcase for the flat she shared with Samantha Jane. The girls were on an independence kick. They wanted to prove they could do things on their own. Samantha Jane orchestrated the completion of a bathroom remodel while Fearne focused on furniture. She got everything done but the bookcase.
One Friday night, he attempted to ask her out on a proper date but she asked if he wanted to come over instead. She rambled on about their new flat and her struggles with the furniture and how she couldn’t let her brother know she needed help. Without a second thought, Louis picked up a pizza and made his way over to help.
Things had been going well. He was already smitten and it hadn’t been that long. When they were almost finished, Louis realized he needed to figure out a way to continue seeing Fearne. Thinking on his feet, he slipped a piece of hardware into his pocket when she had left to get another beer from the kitchen. If it was missing, she couldn’t finish the job. If she couldn’t finish the job, he figured she’d be in need of his help once more.
Five years and one hell of a ride later, that piece of hardware was still buried in the drawer of his bedside table.
“Why not throw it out?” Louis asked genuinely curious as to why she kept it. He had asked himself the same question plenty of times. There was never a good enough reason to do so.
Fearne just shrugged. “Stubborn, I guess.”
“Fuckin’ Northerners.” He shook his head.
“They’re the worst.” She smiled. “Right?”
Louis laughed. “The fucking worst. All about their footie and Oasis.”
Her eyes lit up causing a smirk to form on his face. “You shut your bastard mouth, Tomlinson.”
“Oi love birds, we’ve got bad news.” Niall interrupted. “The camera isn’t working so it’s only audio.”
“Not a problem,” Fearne replied. “No one really needs to see my manky ol’ wellies anyways.”
“What she really means is her manky ol’ mug.” Louis popped off playfully.
Fearne glared at the man sitting across from her. “Like you should be talking, garden gnome.”
His mouth hung open in shock as she giggled to herself. Before he could defend his wardrobe choice, he was forced to get the interview started. He shot her a glare before clearing his throat and testing the microphone.
“Testing, testing. Tommo’s about to interview the biggest brat at Glastonbury.” He enunciated.
“How very dare you.” Fearne glared making the boys around her laugh.
Getting the all clear from Niall, Louis cleared his throat and went into interviewer mode.
“We are at the Glastonbury Festival with the ever so lovely Fearne Phillips,” Louis said as his crew cheered.
“Oi oi,” Fearne replied with a genuine smile on her face.
“You’ve got to talk into the microphone, love.” Louis teased. “S’not like you been doin’ this all morning.”
Her face lit up at his jesting. A playful glare and bare middle finger made their way into the interview.
“Anyways, y’alright Fearnie?” He asked with a smile.
“Doin’ just fine Lou.” She replied with a nod. “You?”
“Couldn’t be better.” He blushed. “How’s the festival been treatin’ ya so far?”
“So far so good. Nothing beats festival season if you ask me.”
“I hear that.” He laughed. “This year’s lineup is pretty ace and I’m told that’s why it sold out in a matter of minutes. Anyone you’re looking forward to seeing?”
“The highlights so far have definitely been The Wombats and Wiley.” She said adjusting the microphone in her hand. “Today will probably be The Kooks if I can make it happen.”
His eyes locked with hers. That was their band. The first band they saw together. The band that constantly crept in and out of their relationship. They couldn’t listen to a song without thinking of each other.
“Think they’re gonna pay ‘Gap’?” He asked with a smirk.
Fearne rolled her eyes. Every single time they saw The Kooks play, Louis made a bet on whether or not they’d play his favorite song. The reward always changed but his side never did. Unfortunately, he was always wrong.
“Mate, come off it. You’re never gonna hear ‘em play ‘Gap’ live.” She said with a grin. “Just not meant to be.”
“I think it’ll happen. So, what’s on the setlist for you today? Anything off the new album? Or are we sticking to the classics?” He said smoothly navigating the conservation in another direction.
“Um, well it’s a bit of both. A few oldies might make their way back on stage. A lot from the album we just toured with.” She said trying to picture the list of songs she had decided on. “I actually have a brand new song that I was hoping to test out.”
“Oh my days, you heard it here folks. Everyone at Glastonbury is going to get a Fearne Phillips exclusive.” He teased. “Is this the first time it’s going to be heard by virgin ears?”
“I mean my brother has heard it at least twenty times so…”
Louis couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate that one. Arch, I’ll make sure Ni edits that out for ya, mate.”
“I’ve had to endure his obnoxious snoring for the past three days. He can handle some teasing — it’s the least he could do.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Arch is here?” He asked sounding surprised.
Fearne shook her head, “I should not have told you that.”
Louis’ eyes crinkled as a knowing smile took form. The bromance that had formed between him and Fearne’s brother was unlike any other. Whenever they were together chaos ensued. They had tried to keep in touch after the break-up but it was too difficult.
“Um, I think it’s time to wrap this up, Fearnie. Another Phillips needs to my attention.” Louis said with a playful wink.
“He’ll be going on about that for weeks.” Fearne laughed.
“Good.” He grinned. “We all know you are a veteran of the festival. What are some tips and tricks you’ve learned through the years that some of us more novice attendees should know?”
“I’m amused that you consider yourself a novice, but um make sure you stay hydrated throughout the day. Come with a group you won’t get angry with after five minutes of being with them.” Fearne said trying to think of advice she’d want to hear. “Keep a list of set times and emergency contacts accessible at all times.”
Louis opened his mouth but she quickly cut him off.
“Oh, and don’t take an open bevvy from anyone you don’t know!” She rattled off quickly.
His eyes crinkled as he bit back a smile. She hadn’t changed a bit. Before he could tease her for her maternal instincts, a hand signal was given meaning he needed to move a little quicker. He started asking questions sent in by fans. Before the pair of exes knew it, the interview was over.
“That’s a wrap,” Niall said leaning over the portable soundboard. “Well done.”
“What’s next for you?” Louis asked as a couple of interns started to gather up the microphones.
“More bull shit.” She mumbled leaning forward. “That I really don’t want to do.”
“Why haven’t you fired him?” Louis said his voice low and concerned. “He always does this to you.”
“He’s been me best mate for ages. It’s not all his fault. The team expects the moon.”
Louis shook his head. She really hadn’t changed. She was still the same girl who worked too hard for people who could care less. She was constantly being thrown in a thousand directions and never got a chance to take a break.
“Interview before you wanted me to give teenage girls advice on how to pick up men.” She said sounding glum. “Said nothing about my foundation or charity work. Nothing about how my profits for the last two tours went to music education and girls’ clubs throughout the UK.”
She turned towards him. “You were photographed with this man, this man, and this man. How’d you get them in the sack, Fearne? Give our readers a tutorial on how to lure babes in.”
“I’m fucking tired, Tommo.” She sighed. “Same ol’ shit.”
The exhaustion in her voice ripped him apart.
He reached over to comfort her but stopped halfway. He didn’t know if he should. That wasn’t his job anymore. He wasn’t her protector or confidante. He was the one who threw in the towel when things got rough. He was the one who left her in a hotel room in New York because he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t be in a relationship with an empty bed relying heavily on FaceTime calls and red-eye flights.
He couldn’t be the man she needed and that killed him.
Louis knew he needed to say something though. The look on her face was a look he had seen on more than one occasion. He knew she needed to know that someone was in her corner — that someone was proud of her. However, he didn’t know how much merit he held when it came to Fearne Phillips Fan Club.
He opened his mouth to say something but Declan snagged her attention away. He rambled on about potentially squeezing one more interview in. Fearne tried to argue but her manager wasn’t having it. It’s what the team wanted. His phone started to ring putting a pause in the conversation.
“Have you eaten?” Louis asked pulling her attention away from the situation that was taking place.
She shook her head. “I’m supposed to meet up with SJ and Arch after this.”
“Don’t let him make you do anything else without eating.” He said softly. “The mini shepherd's pies at the booth by the toilets are just like the ones back home. I highly recommend them.”
“I really just want chips. Do they have them?” She asked sounding hopeful.
“Yeah pretty decent too —especially with a pint.”
“Can’t have one of those yet. Still on duty.” Fearne groaned.
“Same here.” Louis smiled.
“What’s on the books for the rest of the day?” She asked trying to take the attention off her.
“A few more interviews and then just chillin’.” He said making her smile.
“You seriously have the life, mate,” Fearne said.
“Best job in the world.” He winked.
“Tell me about it.” She said with a grin.
“What times your set today?” He asked cautiously.
“Five,” Fearne said mid-yawn. “Or so I’m told.”
“Excited for it?” Louis asked.
“Are you always in interview mode?” Niall asked walking by. “Give the girl a break.”
“Yeah, give the girl a break.” Fearne laughed leaning back against the couch.
“Fuck off.” Louis blushed. “Both of ya.”
The pair of adults sat quietly for a few moments watching people work around them. Declan stood off to the side with his phone pressed to his ear. Niall was glued to his laptop trying to fix some kind of recording issue.
“Arch is going to be so happy to see you,” Fearne said.
“Missed that man,” Louis said turning towards her.
Fearne yawned again. “Think Deco will notice if I slip away for a quick snooze?”
“Ehh I’d give him about fifteen minutes before he actually notices,” Louis said leaning against the back of the couch. “I’ll create a diversion for you.”
“You’re the real MVP, Lou.” Fearne smiled.
“Kooks are on at seven, yeah?” He asked with a yawn.
“Uh, I think so.” She yawned back before closing her eyes.
“You really don’t think they are gonna play ‘Gap’?” Louis asked watching her face. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered.
“When have they ever?” She replied.
He scanned her face once more before responding, “You never know anything could happen.”
“Fearne, we have to — shit… is she asleep?” Declan’s voice called out from in front of them.
“Come back in twenty and she’ll be ready to go,” Louis said taking his eyes off the woman beside her.
“Fearne, we have to go. Russell wants a quick word.” Declan said walking towards the couch.
“Tell Russell he can fuck off,” Fearne replied dryly.
“He writes my checks so I can’t do that,” Declan said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.
“Actually, mate, she’s the one who writes your checks.” Louis nodded towards Fearne. “Without this one, you lot wouldn’t have jobs.”
A small smile formed on Fearne’s face as she opened one eye to look at the man sitting beside her. If there was one thing she loved about Louis Tomlinson, it was his ability to stick up for the people he cared about. No matter what the circumstances where, if you meant something to him, he’d have your back for life. It was nice to see that despite everything that had happened between them, when it came down to it, he still cared.
“Easy there, Lou. We all know how this fight ends.” Fearne said patting him on the leg.
“Still doesn’t make it right.” He mumbled shyly.
“We need to go,” Declan said ignoring whatever moment was being shared.
“I’m not doing anything until I get food,” Fearne said as she stood up. A smug smirk formed on Louis’ face. He always liked when she took his advice and stood up for herself.
“We have to talk to —“ Declan started to say.
“Fuck Russell. I’m starving.” She said placing her hands on her hips. “I’m eating with my brother and SJ. Fuck I’ll even take eating with Tommo and Ni. I need food.”
“Diva,” Declan mumbled as he pulled out his phone to send a quick update to her team.
“Up for some grub?” Fearne asked nodding at Louis.
“You American now?” Louis teased making her blush.
“Lived in LA for a month and she thinks she’s a Yank.” Declan joked — eyes never leaving his phone.
Louis laughed at the light jesting.
“Fuck you,” Fearne mumbled shyly.
“Tommo, we are about twenty minutes out for the next one,” Niall called over to him.
“So that’s a no on food,” Fearne said with a weak smile.
“Kooks at seven?” Louis asked as he stood up.
“If I can make it, yeah,” Fearne said leaning in for the hug.
“Brilliant,” Louis said as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Good to see you, Lou.” She whispered in his ear.
“You too, Fearnie,” Louis whispered back.
And like that, she was gone.
Louis stood quietly as his mind attempted to process what had just happened.
Niall walked over and closed the space between them. He patted Louis’ side gently. “Talk to me.”
“Did that really just happen?” Louis asked — his voice low and full of disbelief.
“It’s just Fearnie,” Niall said. “You can breathe now.”
Louis exhaled loudly as he turned towards his best friend. They had talked about this moment hypothetically on weekends away and drunken nights out. Never in a million years had he anticipated running into her again. He had made a point to avoid her at all costs. He just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her after everything that happened. It hurt too much.
“You did good.” Niall smiled. “Take a ten and call Mum, yeah?”
“She’s in the middle of the lunch rush at the diner,” Louis said checking the time on his phone. “And besides, a woman like Fearne Phillips deserves more than a ten-minute analysis with Sadie.”
“Okay,” Niall said gnawing on his lower lip. “Um, tell me what you need. A break? A pint?”
“I-I-I don’t know,” Louis stuttered not sure what he needed to do to get his heart to stop pounding. He cleared his throat and looked around the tent. “Let’s just go on with the show and deal with it later.”
“Lou--” Niall sighed.
Louis faked a smile and patted his best friend on the stomach. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”
“Fuck, Tommo. We don’t need a repeat of--” Niall started to say as Louis placed a hand on the Irishman’s shoulder.
“S’not gonna be like last time,” Louis said unconvincingly. “Let’s just uh focus on the next interview.”
“Alright.” Niall sighed. “If you need a minute, you have to tell me.”
“Ni, fuck off.” Louis smiled. “I’m good.”
But Louis Tomlinson wasn’t good. His body went into autopilot for the rest of the evening. Cheeky banter, a flirtatious wink, and his outspoken behavior were thrown into each remaining interviews. The show went on as usual.
Louis Tomlinson’s mind, however, was nowhere near the musical festival. It was grounded at Customs at Heathrow the day things ended. It danced around that chippery in Brighton they went to in the summer. It flew across the States making pit stops in Denial and Despair. It sat on his mum’s couch as she laid into him for giving up so easily. It froze when it remembered the way she would stare at him when he told a story — as if she’d never heard anything like it. It stressed over what he was to do next.
Did he call his mother? Did he get drunk and try to forget the woman who was unforgettable? Or did he give in to his desires and watch her play for the first time in ages?
Because that’s really what he wanted to do. As soon as she walked away, he wanted to be beside her. He wanted to hear her sing and watch her perform. He wanted to make her laugh and have her call him a bastard when the tiniest things inconvenienced her. He wanted so many things that he hadn’t wanted in years and that was terrifying.
Louis couldn’t believe what he was about to witness. It took three pints and two shepherd’s pies to convince himself to walk across the venue to stand side stage for one of the biggest acts in all of England. He was hoping the liquid courage would get him through the songs he knew were about him and the ones he hadn’t heard yet.
“You sure about this, Lou?” Niall asked as they claimed their spot.
Louis laughed nervously, “Not in the slightest.”
“We can uh go hang around until it’s time for The Kooks.” Niall offered knowing this was a big step for his best friend.
The drum kits were being switched out as the crowd started to grow in size. The two men shuffled out of the way as crew members worked as quickly as they could to get things ready.
“I am at a music festival and ‘ve barely seen anyone play. Can we please just watch a set?” Louis groaned annoyed.
“We can go pick another one,” Niall said. “I’m sure some indie group is playing across the way.”
“You knew as soon as I saw her I was going to be drawn in again,” Louis said. “Haven’t listened to her sing in five years. First thing I thought of when she walked away was that I’m going to see her set today. Don’t know what it is about her, Ni, but I have to be here.”
Niall nodded knowing it was inevitable. Once Louis set his mind on something he rarely changed it. “Can you give me a signal if it gets to be too much?”
“God, you sound just like Liv.” Louis laughed thinking of his sister.
“Why’s that?” Niall asked confused.
“Ever since she was twelve, Olivia decided she needed to look after her big brother,” Louis explained. “Mum was busy with the diner. Dad was non-existent. When I’d come home from uni, I’d try to make sure things were in order around the house. Liv would always try to take care of me.”
“On my first Fearneless Christmas, we went to me Uncle Tim’s house. I drove Liv while Mum drove the others. She was going to stay at Aunt Margie’s while me and the girls headed down to Dad’s.” Louis continued. “No one really said anything but they were keeping an eye on me. Liv told me that if I needed a break to come squeeze her elbow and she’d intervene.”
“She’s a smart kid.” Niall smiled. “How’d that turn out for you?”
“Pop and Gran knew better to bring it up. Aunt Margie gave me a little cuddle when we finally went inside. Fuckin’ Uncle Tim and his twat of a girlfriend were only concerned with what I was going to sell to the media about the relationship. ‘Did Fearne do this? Did Fearne do that?’ Absolute bull shit.”
“It didn’t get to me until his girlfriend’s daughter started to slag her off. It took one squeeze and Liv was making an excuse to get us both outside. She stole me keys and drove us to a park nearby. I cried in the passenger seat and she just let me. She didn’t try to make things better. She didn’t try to change the subject. She just let me know it was going to get better.”
Niall couldn’t help but smile at the heartwarming story. The bond between Louis and his siblings was truly one of a kind.
“She’s gonna flip when she hears about how today went,” Louis said with a soft smile.
Guitars were being brought in and an ancient looking rug was being placed center stage.
“How bad are the songs?” Louis asked in a hushed tone.
“Nothing you can’t handle,” Niall said. “We still haven’t talked about earlier.”
“Can’t we just debrief tomorrow morning like we do every festival?” Louis asked rolling his eyes — not wanting to have analyze everything that had happened earlier in the day.
“This isn’t like every festival.” Niall pointed out.
“I survived the interview. I can survive the set.” Louis said trying to convince himself more than anything.
“You sure about that Tomlinson?” The voice of a woman he never thought he’d run into again said from beside him.
Standing in all her glory was Fearne's best friend, Samantha Jane Wilkinson.
“Sammy J!” Niall cheered as he made his way towards the tall blonde. “Lookin’ good babes.”
“You are like a fine wine, Horan.” The woman said kissing his cheek. “Better with age.”
Niall Horan’s infamous laugh filled the air as she moved towards Louis. Without saying a word, she pulled him into a hug. He placed a brief kiss on her cheek before saying hello.
“So Tommo, who the fuck did you bribe at the BBC to get that interview with Fearnie earlier?” She asked as she pulled away.
“No one,” Louis said feeling his chest grow tight. He knew how her mind worked and he couldn’t say that he had missed it.
Samantha Jane had always been overprotective of Fearne and wary of anyone who got too close. Her brash and boisterous attitude constantly clashed with Louis’ causing a love-hate relationship to form between the two.
“Really?” Samantha Jane asked unimpressed.
“Matt had some dodgy meat and is still shitting his brains out as we speak,” Louis explained.
“Right.” She replied dryly.
“Go check the loo for yourself,” Niall said trying to help Louis out. “I had it planned so they’d never see each other.”
“So it was fate, then?” Samantha Jane tilted her head. “Interesting.”
“How ya been, babe?” Niall asked trying to change the subject. Louis didn’t need this kind of talk filling his already confused head.
“Fab. Just livin’ the life.” She smiled sadly. Both men took note of it. “How bout you guys?”
“Can’t complain. Living the dream every day.” Niall said rocking back on his heels.
“Just keepin’ busy,” Louis said.
“If you want to see Arch, he usually stands on the other side.” Samantha Jane pointed out.
“Oh yeah?” Louis asked turning his attention to the opposite side of the stage. Fearne’s older brother stood with a drink in his hand as he talked to a pair of blondes.
“Him and Fucktard don’t let me near them when she’s on stage.” She explained.
Louis turned towards her confused, “Why?”
“No idea.” Samantha Jane sighed. “It’s Declan’s doing. Apparently, I’m a distraction.”
“Why the fuck is that man still around?” Louis crossed his arms over chest.
“You know how she is.” The woman sighed as she settled into a spot beside him. “The team thinks he’s good at his job and we’ve been mates since we were in nappies so he’s here for good.”
“Fucking bull shit, if you ask me,” Louis mumbled.
“At least that’s something we still agree on.” She said.
A small huddle formed near the stairs leading up to the stage. Microphones were being checked while a sea of people waited anxiously for Fearne and her band to take the stage. Louis almost couldn’t believe his eyes at the size of the crowd that had formed. If there was anyone that deserved that kind of recognition, it was her.
Before he could get caught up in the insanity of it all, Louis felt someone nudge him. The blonde woman beside him moved a bit closer to him before speaking in a low tone.
“Don’t know what you did, Lou.” She said placing a hand on his shoulder. “She came back like a bloody schoolgirl.”
“I-I-I didn’t do anything.” Louis sputtered.
“She was giddy, mate. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen her genuinely happy.” Samantha Jane smiled.
“When you barely get any time off and are living out of a suitcase, I could see that bein’ true,” Louis said.
“She’s getting time off so it’ll be good for her.” She said.
“Until something pops up and she has to do it or Russell will be up her arse about it,” Louis said as he watched Declan appear across the stage.
“She needs new people around her but she won’t listen to me when I try to tell her.” Samantha Jane said sounding a bit disappointed. “I guess I did that to myself though.”
She cleared her throat hoping it would distract him from what she had said. “Anyways, I don’t know what today means or if this is going to be a reoccurring thing.”
Louis looked at her confused. “What are you on about?”
“She’s not as strong as she looks so if whatever this is going to be goes south again, you’re going to have to answer to me this time. Got it?” She stated with a bit of malice.
“Something has to happen before it can go south.” He shot back ignoring the thoughts in the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to go there. It was too soon.
“I know I’m jumping the gun but I can’t lose her again.” Samantha Jane said. “She’s all I’ve got.”
“Don’t worry, Sam. I wo—“ Louis started to say before he was drowned out by the screams of the crowd.
The fiery brunette who held a special place in his heart raced past him and took her place in the center of the stage.
“Glastonbury,” Fearne yelled out. “How the fuck are ya?”
A smug look formed on his face. She hadn’t changed a bit.
Samantha Jane leaned in and cupped her hand over his ear before she spoke. “Our girl has become one hell of a performer. You’re in for a treat.”
Samantha Jane was right. Fearne Phillips was one hell of a performer and Louis nearly regretted staying away from her music for the past few years. Her stage presence and artistry were truly one of a kind. She really was one of the greatest artists of their generation. Louis spent the entirety of her set absolutely buzzing. Music festivals were tough for him. It was a lot of work and very little play so when he got the opportunity to see a set he tried to make it count.
Oddly enough, watching his ex-girlfriend sing songs about him and their past had proven to be worth it. He followed Niall down the stairs as crew members rushed past them to start taking things down. Samantha Jane followed behind him typing away on her phone.
Niall opened his mouth to ask what was going to happen next but the leggy blonde in the back beat him to it.
“You lot stayin’ for Kooks?” Samantha Jane asked looking between the pair of men.
“Uh, yeah,” Louis responded without missing a beat.
Niall shot him a concerned look but Louis dismissed it.
“Boss Lady wants us to head over there and she’ll meet us there. That alright with you, Ni?” She asked focusing back on her phone.
Niall looked at Louis. “You sure bout this?”
“He survived the interview and the set. Tommo can do anythin’.” Samantha Jane teased.
“Oh fuck off,” Louis said with a laugh.
“Arch will be absolutely chuffed to see ya both.” She smiled slipping her phone into her bag. “Glad you said yes. Boss Lady wasn’t gonna let me walk by meself anyways.”
“She runs a tight ship.” Niall joked.
“You have no fucking idea.” She rolled her eyes.
The group of adults made their way out of the backstage area and onto the festival grounds. They had thirty minutes to walk across the field, reunite with their friends, and claim their spot.
As they reached their designated meet spot, Niall and Louis shared a look that was usually reserved for “on the air” moments. It was a way for Niall to check in on Louis without drawing other people’s attention. He signed that he was good allowing the Irishman to take a sigh of relief.
“So Nialler, gotta life or death question for ya. Are you single or what?” Samantha Jane asked.
“Why? You down?” Niall smirked causing a pretty serious blush to form on the young woman’s cheeks.
“She’d eat you alive, mate,” Louis said shaking his head.
Samantha Jane tilted her head to the side. “He could handle it.”
Niall shifted on his feet not realizing how much damage a gaze from Samantha Jane Wilkinson could cause.
“He’s my baby. You’d destroy him.” Louis said glancing over at his best friend. “Can’t be havin’ that.”
“I thought you were trying to get with Declan,” Niall asked finally finding his voice.
“No. He tried it on with me.” Samantha Jane said. “And then Fearnie but uh that didn’t go over too well.”
Louis stayed quiet. He always had a feeling that Declan was a bit smitten with his missus but he could never prove it. Hearing he tried something with Fearne after they split wasn’t surprising in the slightest.
“That’s a story for another day.” Samantha Jane said before clearing her throat. “So, you lads seeing anyone?”
“Do you ever keep it in your pants, SJ?” Archie Phillips called out catching everyone’s attention.
“Like you should be talking.” Samantha Jane said rolling her eyes.
“Not my fault, ladies love me,” Archie said smugly. “Unlike you.”
“Arch, leave her alone,” Fearne said hitting her brother across the stomach.
“Yeah. Leave me alone.” Samantha Jane retorted childishly.
“As you get older, you think to yourself that maybe today will be the day when they grow out of it. That maybe this will be the moment of clarity they need.” Archie said looking around the group. “But then it hits you, they’ll never change.”
“They are always going to be annoying little sisters.” Archie winked at Louis.
“Little sisters really are the worst.” Louis laughed as he moved towards the man.
“Bring it in bruv.” Archie smiled with outstretched arms.
“It’s been too long.” Louis smiled as the two men embraced.
“Tell me about it. You’re almost an old man now.” Archie said making the others laugh.
“Like he should be talking.” Samantha Jane mumbled.
“Oi, watch it, Sammy.” Archie glared.
“How the fuck is City at the top of the table?” Louis asked stepping away from the man who was like an older brother to him.
“Because United doesn’t know how to play football.” Archie deadpanned making his sister laugh.
“Let’s not talk football.” Samantha Jane sighed.
“Just because you guys picked a shit team—“ Fearne started to say before Louis cut her off.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just because at the moment you’re doin’ well for yourself doesn’t mean you can be all high n’ mighty, Phillips.” Louis teased.
She threw her hands up in defense. “Sorry, didn’t know it was a touchy subject for ya.”
Louis rolled his eyes while the people around him laughed.
“Question for ya though, how are the Donny Rovers doin’?” She smirked knowing his other football team wasn’t doing too well either.
“Oh fuck you.” He shook his head.
“That was a low blow, Fearnie.” Archie sighed. “That’s the man’s pride and joy right there.”
“Seems to me Louis doesn’t know how to pick a football team.” Fearne smiled making Louis blush.
“You have one good season and you think you’re hot shit.” Louis shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“How many times has United won the title since Fergie left?” She shot back making Niall laugh.
Louis attempted to defend himself but he couldn’t. A pleased look formed on his ex-girlfriend’s face.
“We’ve got all night to watch you twos flirt with each other. I need me a pint. Anyone else keen?” Archie teased.
Everyone in their small group had agreed that a pint (or two) was needed.
“I’ll go with you to get one,” Fearne said quickly.
“It’s okay. Deco and the Irish One can come with me.” Archie said thinking on his feet. Keeping his sister safe was a top priority and having her walk around in a crowd of festival-goers didn’t seem like a good idea.
“You sure about this?” Niall asked looking over at Louis.
“Yeah. What he said.” Fearne said giving her brother a confused look.
“SJ can play minder. Make sure everything goes smoothly. No more football talk until we get back. Sound good?” Archie said giving his sister a reassuring look.
“I don’t know if that’s smart,” Declan said moving closer to Fearne. “Maybe I should stay back too.”
Louis kept his eyes on Fearne’s face. She was not having it.
“It’s fine. Go with Arch.” Louis said stepping in. “We’ll behave. We’re adults now.”
“I’ll take care of your babies.” Samantha Jane said catching onto what Louis was trying to do. “We’ll be good, yeah?”
“Alright, let’s go boys,” Archie said turning around.
With that, Fearne Phillips found herself alone with her best friend and her ex-boyfriend. It was such a weird feeling. She never thought she’d get this moment again. She turned to say something but Samantha Jane just shook her head.
“What?” Fearne asked confused.
“He’s got to go.” Samantha Jane said with a serious look on her face.
“Sam, I can’t—“ Fearne sighed knowing what she was referring to.
“At least tell Arch. He deserves to know.” Samantha Jane said.
“We can talk about this later,” Fearne said glancing at Louis shyly.
“He knows you can take care of things on your own so why was he was so keen to stay?” Samantha Jane pointed out.
“Because I’m here,” Louis said. “He’s always been a jealous twat.”
“But he’s good at his job,” Fearne said as if that were a good enough reason.
“You deserve better than that,” Louis said with a sad smile.
Fearne felt her cheeks grow warm. She knew Louis was right but he didn’t know the whole story. In an attempt to change the subject, Fearne cleared her throat and threw a fabricated smile on her face before looking between Louis and her best friend.“Guess what this twat asked me today during the interview?”
“If he fucking brought up ‘Gap’, I’m gonna lose it.” Samantha Jane said looking over at Louis.
“Still thinks they are gonna play it.” Fearne laughed making Louis blush.
“You never know,” Louis said defending himself. “Today’s been a wild card of a day. Anything could happen.”
“Okay, Ellie Goulding.” Samantha Jane said rolling her eyes.
“I bet — “ Louis started to say but Fearne’s laughter stopped him.
“Fuck, I’ve actually missed this.” Samantha Jane said amazed by her own words. “You just like losing, don’t ya Tommo?”
“They don’t play it, I’ll buy you a pint,” Louis said sticking out his hand for Fearne to shake. “If they do, you owe me.”
“You could have spiced things up a bit, Lou. That was like child’s play.” Samantha Jane added.
Ignoring her best friends commentary, Fearne reached out and shook his hand. She noticed his fingers lingered against hers longer than they should have. It was interesting.
“Since you two are gettin’ on quite well, mind if I bail? I see an eight with a beard makin’ heart eyes at me.” Samantha Jane said nodding a guy standing nearby.
“Keep your phone on,” Fearne said looking over her shoulder at the group of people the stranger belonged to.
“Yes, Mum.” Samantha Jane said adjusting her top.
“No drugs,” Fearne said sternly.
“Yeah, yeah.” She said slipping her phone into her bag.
“I’m being serious SJ,” Fearne said grabbing onto her friend’s hand.
Samantha Jane looked her in the eye. “ No drugs. I promise.”
“Have fun.” Fearne nodded.
The blonde leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the crowd.
“I can send Niall after her when he gets back if you want me to.” Louis offered.
“If she’s not back after the set, I’ll take you up on that,” Fearne said with a soft smile.
Louis nodded as he moved a little closer to her. The pair of adults stayed silent as mobs of people moved around them. It was almost surreal. After all this time, they were going to be watching a band that had basically defined their relationship.
“I can see why Georgette is obsessed with your latest album,” Louis said breaking the silence.
“Oh Georgie, bless her.” Fearne smiled. Louis’ middle sister was always her favorite.
“Might have to pick myself up a copy of the ones I’ve missed.” He said with a smile.
“I think this next set is going to be much better than what you just watched,” Fearne said unable to accept his compliment. Louis has a very strong opinion when it came to music so knowing he approves of all the songs that were influenced by him was something she couldn’t quite comprehend.
“You’ve done well for yourself, kid,” Louis said softly.
“Thanks, Lou.” Fearne blushed.
A brief silence settled in once more as new groups formed around them. She moved a little closer to him. She could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to bring something up but he was holding back. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew it had to be serious because biting his tongue wasn’t one of Louis’ specialties.
“You alright?” Fearne nudged him gently.
“Ye-Yeah.” Louis stuttered. He cleared his throat letting her know he was lying. Fearne didn’t press the matter.
She just nodded as she looked up at him.“I’ve got like two more festival dates and then I’m off for a year. Can you believe it?”
“Fearne Phillips actually gets time off? Blasphemy.” Louis replied dryly.
“Shocking, I know.” She laughed.
“What are you gonna do?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest.
“Um, sleep.” She shrugged. “Haven’t had a year off since I started. I’m overdue on this whole sleep thing.”
“You’re right about that.” He laughed softly.
“I dunno what else. Maybe head home and get back to me Northern roots.” She said turning on her true accent.
“The North better prepare themselves.” He said.
Fearne giggled. “Been back recently?”
Louis shook his head. “No, but hope to soon.”
“I’m sure they’re missing ya.” She said.
“They get to hear me every afternoon so they aren’t missin’ me that much.” He said with a shrug.
It wasn’t long before a group of guys beside them recognized her. She sent a tight smile in their directions before moving closer to him. He moved to the other side of her body acting as a buffer from the group of men.
“Fifty quid, we get papped and sent to The Sun tomorrow.” She mumbled nodded to another group of people that had spotted them. Mobile phones were out and photos were being taken.
“Britain’s next It couple,” Louis said.
Fearne laughed. “Fearne Phillips reignites illicit tryst with scorned ex-lover Louis Tomlinson.”
“Louis Tomlinson smokes out pop star ex-girlfriend Fearne Phillips during festival love fest.” Louis rattled off.
“Remember when they thought we shagged in me car after that god awful trip back home?” She snorted remembering the unflattering paparazzi pictures.
“Never heard the end of that one.” He blushed.
“We got into some trouble, didn’t we?” She said looking up at him with a happy look on her face.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world though.” He nodded.
“Maybe less fighting,” Fearne said softly. “But I agree.”
“But the fighting brought us closer.” He said with a sigh.
“You are right about that.” She said with a nod. No matter how bad the fight was, no one went to bed angry.
“I wanna see you when you get back from being home,” Louis said leaning in close. He didn’t know why those words chose that moment to escape from his mouth but he was happy that they did. “Might be too forward but I don’t give a fuck.”
“Why’s that?” Fearne asked confused.
“Your accent gets thicker and you get more annoyed with the City.” He said smugly.
She laughed to herself. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”
Before Louis got the chance to confirm plans, someone nudged him. He turned to find Fearne’s brother with two fresh pints in his hand. He graciously took one before making room for the other boys to join in.
“No tears? No blood? No fightin’?” Archie asked looking confused. “You lot alright?”
“Fuck off, Arch.” Fearne sighed. “We’re capable of being friends. We’re adults now.”
“Where’d SJ go?” Declan asked handing Fearne the extra pint in his hand.
“Off to suck some fella’s face off,” Fearne explained.
“But she --” Archie started to say sounding worried.
“She promised she wouldn’t,” Fearne said knowing what her brother was going to ask.
“I offered to send Ni after her,” Louis said before taking a sip of his drink.
“She’ll be fine boys.” Fearne faked a smile. “Let’s focus on the show.”
“You’re too trusting, Fearnie,” Declan said. “She comes back on one, that’s on you.”
The young woman opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the argument. Instead, she gripped her drink a little tighter and made her way to an open area that was away from her friends. She didn’t need the boys to ruin the rest of her night by making her feel guilty for trusting Samantha Jane. Unlike them, she always Samantha Jane the benefit of the doubt — even if she didn’t always deserve it.
Without a word, Louis moved from his spot beside Archie and took up the space beside his ex-girlfriend. Her body was tense until she realized it was him. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed. When he focused on Fearne’s face, he knew something wasn’t right.
Louis leaned in close. “She’s gonna be fine.”
“Even if she wasn’t, it’s not like they are gonna be the ones helping her when she’s coming off a bad trip. Or holding her hair back when she’s spewing her guts out or keeping her hydrated the next day.” She mumbled. “It’s not like they actually give a shit.”
“She’s lucky to have you.” He said sincerely.
Fearne could feel her cheeks grow warm. “Actually, I’m lucky to have her.”
“That’s true. I know this isn’t me place but I uh meant what I said earlier about Deco. You deserve better.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “He’s a fucking twat.”
“Biggest twat on the fuckin’ planet,” Fearne mumbled. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”
Louis laughed making her smile. The lights went out on stage alerting the entire crowd that things were about to kick off. Archie and the boys made their way over to where Fearne and Louis had been standing. A bit of mindless chatter began amongst them as they waited for the show to begin.
Intro music began sending a wave of electricity throughout the crowd. Fearne felt herself move closer to Louis. She couldn’t believe this was happening. After all this time, they were back together and about to watch their favorite band.
“Lou.” She said nudging him.
“Hmm.” He mumbled looking over at her.
The look in his eye was something she’d never forget. Louis had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world whenever she spoke. It was something she had missed.
“I’m glad we ran into each other.” She said.
His cheeks grew warm from the sincerity in her voice.
“Past few years, everyone has asked me what I thought would happen if we saw each other again and this has honestly been better than anything I could ever imagine.” She admitted.
“I guess it was a good thing that Matty nearly shit himself.” Louis joked making her laugh.
“Thankin’ me lucky stars for that.” She winked.
“Mum isn’t going to believe the day I’ve had.” He said with a smile.
Before anything else could be said, the kick drum kicked in causing the crowd to roar with excitement.
The rest of the night felt like a dream. She couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. She was surrounded by good food, good music, and good people. A few more drinks were shared before everyone parted ways for the night.
Fearne Phillips didn’t know how it happened but she felt rejuvenated. It could have been because her work duties were over. It could have been the fact that her vacation was only two weeks away. It could have been the small reunion with a man who made up so many memories from her past. She didn’t know.
She did know that she wasn’t the same person as she was when she woke up that morning. That was something to be happy about.
As she got ready for bed that night, her phone buzzed on the counter of the caravan’s bathroom. On the screen was a number she hadn’t recognized but the message gave the sender away.
Tuesday. Stags Head. Lunch is on me even though you lost, loser. x
A goofy grin formed on her face. She quickly shot back a reply before adding his new number to her phone.
Maybe being friends with Louis wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
the rules are: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
I got u 2
Shelbs
ATL
Suit
Mini Golf
FN Escape
In Case You Didn’t Know
Take It From Me
CBTO 7
Latch 3
IBYS 24
Before I Met You
VD Lou
I’m sure you could guess which ones belong to which characters. I’m tagging @marisa-writes @beautifulletdownfics @adoremp3
Hello friends! I hope everyone has had a relaxing weekend. I'm just dropping by to say two things: 1. Chapter 15 of IBYS is going to be posted at 8:00PM PST (nearly thirty minutes away!!!) 2. I changed my linking system. Instead of having all the chapters on the Stories page, I made a new page for each story. So for example, if you want to read all of the chapters for Cheeseburger in Paradise here's what you do. Add /cip to the end of my URL. It should look like this: http://ktrsss1fics.tumblr.com/cip This link should take you to the Cheeseburger in Paradise page where you will find links to all six chapters. If you want to read I'll Be Your Safety, simply add /ibys to the end of the URL and you find all those chapters. Latch's tag is /latch, I Got U's tag is /igotu, Settle Down With Me is /sdwm, and last but not least No One Does It Better is /nodib. If that is still confusing if you got to my Stories tag, (add /stories to the end of the URL) there is a link to every story that is currently being posted. SDWM, NODIB, and I Got U aren't being posted yet so they don't have links attached. Anyways, I hope this makes it easier for everyone to read. If you have any trouble, let me know. My inbox is always open!
- I Got U re-write: AU four years post-breakup where Louis is a DJ for Radio 1 and his ex-girlfriend is international folk rock superstar Fearne Phillips.
- No One Does It Better re-write: OU where Niall becomes best friends with a four-year-old spitfire named Grace as he falls in love with her mother Harper
- Settle Down With Me: sequel to I’ll Be Your Safety
The employees of the law offices of Corningstone & Wallace are given two weeks paid vacation every year. Last year was spent on the couch with a never ending supply of snap pea crisps and Lifetime movies. The year before that was spent moving clear across town in 100 degree heat. The year before that it was spent babysitting the Devil’s spawn in a house two sizes too small.
This year was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be spent in a newly purchased king size bed with the air conditioning blasting. It was supposed to be spent eating too much take away and binging on trashy television. It was supposed to be spent alone.
But the universe had a funny way of changing things.
Georgina Ferguson didn’t know why she agreed to go on this trip. She wanted to spend her two weeks off at home doing nothing. Somehow, her best friend, Brittany, had convinced her to get on a plane and fly clear across the world to spend two weeks on some Caribbean island with the rest of their friends.
Georgina was not into at all.
After some coaxing and a little bribery, she said yes.
She currently sat in an aisle seat with a watered down beer on her tray. Brittany had been rambling on about the trip’s itinerary for the past two hours. She had stopped paying attention after swimming with sharks was brought up.
There were two things Georgina wasn’t too fond of: interacting with live animals and him.
This trip was going to force her to be around both and she wasn’t too excited about it.
“Earth to Georgina! Are you even listening to me?” Brittany’s voice rang clear in her ears.
“Hmm?” She mumbled coming out of her day dream. “Course I’m listenin’.”
“You’ve never been good at fibbing.” Brittany said.
Georgina shrugged, “Just not looking forward to being the eleventh wheel here.”
“You won’t be. Keith and –” Brittany started to say.
“The Popstar, I know.” Georgina grumbled.
“And Ashlee and Marco are gonna be there too.” Her best friend added.
“Everyone knows they’ve been sleeping together for months.” Georgina sighed. “So it’s basically just going to be me, Keith, and Niall.”
The sound of his name made her body tense up. Niall Horan was her least favorite person. He was too loud, too happy, and too lovable for her liking. From the moment they met, he had been too much.
Georgina had met Niall when she first moved to Los Angeles. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted to start over. Her aunt had gotten her a pretty good job at an American law firm that she couldn’t pass up. She knew Brittany loved America and figured that she would too. Her first two weeks were spent on the couch in the apartment Brittany shared with her boyfriend, David. Niall, who happened to be really close friends with David, was always at their place. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t escape those bright blue eyes no matter how hard she tried.
Being a newbie to the States, Brittany and Niall took it upon themselves to make her feel at home. Niall made a point to always include her in everything the group did. He knew how difficult it was to be alone in a new place and wanted to help his friends through the transition. He didn’t want anyone to have to go through the struggles that he had experienced when he first left the UK.
It was incredibly sweet but Georgina didn’t like it.
She didn’t like it at all.
“Why don’t you like Niall, Georgie?” Brittany asked. “He’s actually really lovely.”
“That’s the issue.” She said leaning her head back on the head rest. “He is so lovely.”
Brittany furrowed her brow waiting for her friend to finish, “But that doesn’t make sense.”
“He’s Marcus.” Georgina sighed closing her eyes.
“He’s not Marcus.” Brittany’s voice grew quiet. “That-that asshole would be lucky if he was half the man Niall is. He’s a home-wrecking wanker.”
“Okay he’s not actually Marcus.” Georgina sighed. “But like he is Marcus. I don’t know how to explain it. When I look at him, I see Marcus. They are the same fucking guy and I can’t handle that.”
Brittany sucked in her lower lip before sighing, “Fuck. Their personalities are quite similar.”
“I know it’s been years since we broke up but it still bothers me.” Georgina explained.
“You came to LA to escape him but you met another version of him.” Brittany said. “I never realized it.”
“Unfortunate circumstances I know.” Georgina said.
“That doesn’t mean you have to hate him though.” Brittany said. “You could just be nice to him.”
“I’ve tried and I can’t do it.” Georgina sighed opening her eyes.
“Well could you maybe try a little harder for me?” Brittany asked before looking at her friend. “Niall worked really hard to make sure this trip happened.”
“What do you mean?” Georgina asked as the captain announced they’d be landing soon.
“All the couples wanted to go on this trip about two months ago but Ni convinced ‘em to wait.” Brittany explained.
“Why’d he do that?” Georgina asked placing her tray back in it’s proper position.
A tiny smirk danced across Brittany’s face as she looked Georgina in the eye, “He remembered you couldn’t take your vacation until the end of July.”
Georgina couldn’t tell if it was turbulence or something else but out of nowhere her stomach started to feel a little funny. She couldn’t believe what her best friend was insinuating. Niall Horan wouldn’t plan a vacation around her schedule. He wouldn’t go out of his way to make sure she could go. Would he?
“What are you getting at Britt?” Georgina asked wary of her friend’s accusations.
“Ever wonder why he was hounding you so much to go? Ever see the way he looks at you? Ever think to ask why we didn’t go anywhere in May like we usually do?” Britt smirked. “It’s all because he likes you.”
“Oh fuck off.” Georgina rolled her eyes. “There’s no way.”
“I have never seen him be so attentive with someone as he is with you.” Brittany explained.
“You’re just trying to get another couple to go on dates with.” She scoffed at the audacity of her friend.
“I’m being serious Georgina.” Brittany motioned toward her Georgina’s body. “He’s into it.”
Georgina could feel her cheeks grow warm. There was no way Niall Horan was into her. No way in hell. She was far from his type. She was a lot taller and curvier and blonder than the women he went after.
“Just trust me on this one.” Brittany smiled.
“You told me to trust ya with Marcus and he ended up shaggin’ half the girls in sixth form.” Georgina pointed out.
“Okay, you do have a point.” Brittany laughed. “But this time it’s different.”
“How is it different?” She asked not understanding why her friend was laughing.
“It–” Brittany started to say but decided against it. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Georgina let out a long sigh as the plane skidded down the tarmac. Her nerves started to act up as a million questions bounced around her head..
Was this trip going to be better than two weeks at home?
Did she pack enough bathing suits and sun cream?
Was Niall really as great as her best friend made him out to be?
Did she get invited to things just so he could be around her?
She didn’t know. She was just going to have to wait and see.
