Infinity

Reality

The press got hold of our relationship two days after we admitted our feelings for each other. We were almost hounded by the press at any given opportunity to the point that if I leave any sort of building i get anxious. We couldn't do anything when on holiday apart from stay within our villa or go to a restaurant when agents organised security. It wasn't a very romantic start to our newly founded relationship. "Does it not bother you?" I ask Louis as I'm doing my make up i watch him in the reflection of the mirror. He's sat on the bed blankly watching something on tv. His blue eyes flicker at me and he smiles. "Of course it does luv but it is what it is. It's not like it was unexpected, do you know what i mean?" I nod and use my beauty blender to dab on my foundation, "Plus, surely it was way worse when you were with Haz?" I turn to look at him this time, "What do you mean?" He stops himself smiling clearly seeing my face look slightly angry. He tries to laugh it off.
"I mean he's more famous than me. So thought it would be worse." He shrugs and i continue to stare at him. He sighs and places the remote control on the bedside table. He swings his legs off the bed and slowly makes his way to me. I turn to face the mirror again annoyed. He puts his arms around my shoulders gently and kisses my cheek, i shy away from the contact. "Come on luv. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant it was probably a lot more crazy with him." He makes puppy dog eyes at me in the mirror and i can't help but smile, "Ya smiled. I'm off the hook!" He laughs and i punch his arm playfully. He kisses me lightly and the butterflies in my stomach flap in happiness as a response. He smiles at me then tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, he glances over at the old school digital alarm clock he has perched on our bedside table and frowns at it. "Shit, sorry luv. I need to go, I told Liam I would meet him at the studio at 9." I sigh heavily and he puts his hand under my chin lifting it up slowly and kissing me once more, "no rest for the wicked, eh?" He winks before grabbing his jacket off of the foot of the bed and heading out of the room. I hear the front door close behind him and the crunch of the gravel signals the car pulling out of the drive. My phone vibrates loudly on the dressing table, "Hi Bex. Everything okay?" I can hear the sound of traffic in the background.
"No! I am freaking out girl. We are less than two days away from the last performance of the reunion tour and the only answers I get from your loverboy is 'it will be okay.' I can't... fuck you! I was walking there. Yeah same to you asshole!" I hear a horn sound.
"Jesus, are you okay?"
"Just some twat of a taxi driver. I hate London in the summer - tourists everywhere and taxi drivers thinking they are on simpsons crazy taxi. Drives me insane, what was i saying?" I roll my eyes.
"Louis says that it will all be fine and it annoys you."
"Well he's saying that they've got this amazing performance planned but then won't show me the plans or let me into a rehearsal."
"Bex, they are professionals. If louis says it will be fine, it will be."
"You're only saying that because he's your boyfriend. You have to trust him." Bex retorts and I chuckle.
"Yeah, I think that's in the contract."
"Right I'm at the office. I will chat with you later. Try and convince Louis that I need some sort of plan otherwise my boss is going to kill me and I will knock the Doncaster right out of him if he gets me fired." I chuckle once more at her trying to being fierce.
"Sure. See you later."
I quickly send a text to Louis, you need to let Bex know what you guys are up to otherwise she is going to have a full mental breakdown. I don't think any of us can handle that. Xx
Within seconds I get a reply; fine but I will have to keep her away from Liam. ;). Won't be a late one tonight everything is actually going to plan. Love you x I smile as I put the phone back down on my dressing table and as I put my earrings in I hear the doorbell go.
"Shit." I say checking my watch, "Lana is early." I run down the stairs and pull open the door, "Where is my gorgeous boy?" I shout and then stop dead in my tracks, "Harry?".