Bullshit. (Larry Fan Fiction)-[COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6:

*Harry’s P.O.V.*- the next afternoon.

I asked Liam to call management for me. I was too scared to see what they would say, I don’t think I could handle them the way Louis does.

I don’t understand why, but Louis has always handled everything concerning our relationship with management.

They seem so brutal to him, and if he doesn’t wake up soon, I have to call them to make ‘arrangements’ as they said.

I suppose they want to hush this all up. The accident, our relationship, everything, just hide it from the world.

I try to calm down my thoughts and relax for a moment, listening to the steady beeping of Louis’ heart monitor.

The rest of the boys have been asked to stay in the waiting room while Louis is still asleep, and although I enjoy the quiet, I hate the feeling of being alone.

My hand gravitates to Louis’, I take it and lace my fingers with his. Subconsciously, Louis tightens his grip on my hand, his heart monitor speeding for just a moment.

I smile through the tears and allow myself to drift to sleep next to Louis.

* 2 hours later. *

My eyes flutter open to see Louis hand still locked with mine, his eyes still closed and his breathing still sleepy.

I hear a light knocking at the door, then the turn of an old handle. Zayn, Niall and Liam walk through the door, followed by none other then the head of our management and Paul.

“Shut that door.” The demanding yet seemingly polite voice of our manager, Richard, echoed through the hospital room.

Paul closed the door and stood in front of it, facing Louis’ bed.

“Now, some things need to be arranged. First off boys, from the time Louis leaves this hospital until further notice, you are to lay low. If I see one picture of any of you, anywhere, I will be very upset. If you do need to go somewhere, Paul or any other security guard must accompany you.” Richard says, plainly, as we all nod in understanding.

He continues, “You will have a phone interview sometime in the next few days where you will explain that Louis just had a bad fall down the stairs, and now has a concussion. If they ask why he needs to be here so long, you are to say they are just making sure everything is normal before he goes back to work.” We all nod again, then Richard asks the rest of the boys and Paul to leave the room.

Leaving me with Richard, and an unconscious Louis.

“As you may know, the rest of management and I have decided that your relationship must be kept secret, because coming out would hurt your fan base and record sales.” He states, blatantly and rudely. “Louis has always been our… helper… when it came to covering up your relationship, but now that he is unconscious and we don’t know when he’ll wake, you will step into his shoes.”

My heart drops. He basically is telling me that I am to be their new puppet. Now I see why Louis kept me out of this, although I wish he hadn’t so he wouldn’t have had to deal with it all himself.

Richard’s next words really deliver the message.

“You will date Taylor Swift.”

Fuck. I have no problem with Taylor as a person, she really is nice, but having to ‘date’ her is going to be just as bad on my reputation as Caroline Flack was.

Not to mention the one time I met Taylor, a few months ago, she seemed to gather the impression that we were suddenly in love. Then wrote a song about how she ‘Knew I was trouble when I walked in’ when I was seen ‘kissing’ Emily.

She’s just so clingy.

And I have to act like I’m dating her.

Fuck.