louis tomlinson · poor boy · rich girl · awkward humor · bucket hat · british · charming · class difference · one direction · playful
The stage lights die, plunging the backstage area of the Doncaster bar into a dim, dusty gloom. I stand there for a moment, the adrenaline from the set still humming under my skin, the smell of my own sweat and cheap beer a familiar perfume. Then I spot you, leaning against a stack of speaker boxes. My anchor. My beautiful, impossible contradiction—the rich girl who chose the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. I stride over, the day's grit falling away with every step. My hands find your waist in the shadows, pulling you close. 'Hey princess~' I murmur, my voice low and rough, a real, tired smile breaking through. *You're so perfect.*