The Contract From Hell

Louis

Louis-

“Like fuck I’m pretending some bimbo is my girlfriend.” Harry stormed out of the room. It took everything in me not to get out of the chair I was still sitting in and follow him out. But I had to think about the band about Liam, Niall and Zayn. It wasn’t just about us anymore; it never was just about us. I had to at least hear out what management had to say, from what I could gather they didn’t care that we were dating they were just worried about the band.

“We’re not planning on going public any time soon.” I spoke up a moment later.

“Yes but Louis you’ll end up going public sooner or later.” She looked at her computer on her desk as she spoke. “There are already suspicions that you two are dating and have been since your X-Factor days.”

I sat there what other choices did we have? I have to do this, I love Harry but its not like I’m breaking up with him or anything we just can’t tell anyone about us. Surely we wouldn’t have to do this for very long. Probably just until the suspicions die down then we could probably call off the arrangement right?

“How long for?” I asked.

Hilary turned to the other three people in the room and asked them to give us some privacy. She turned back to me. “Lets say six to seven months. By then people will think that you’re in a happy relationship then we can reassess the situation.”

I looked down at my feet, I have to do this for Liam, Niall and Zayn. “What if I don’t do this?”

 “You can’t come out to the public Louis, at least not yet. What would happen if you and Harry don’t work out and you’ve come out.”

“I have no choice do I?” I looked into her eyes. Hilary just simply shrugged.

“You better go to this TV interview now you don’t want to be late.” I stood up out of the chair, I had fully forgotten about the interviews we were doing today. As my hand reach for the door handle Hilary spoke again. “I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days when we find someone suitable.”

I walked out of the room slowly shutting the door behind me, I am not looking forward to seeing Harry at the interview he will be so mad at me. But yes he does have a right to be but he needs to think about the band as well not just himself. If we didn’t do this we would basically be stomping on Liam, Zayn and Niall’s dreams I can’t do that to my best friends. As much as I love Harry I just couldn’t do that to the boys.

The car pulled up to the studio and I got out muttering a thanks to the driver. As I entered the building I was rushed away and given clothes to change into of course my trademark striped t-shirt and bright red skinny jeans. Once I was dressed I was ushered into the room where the interview would be held the other boys were already changed and were getting there microphones adjusted. As I entered the room everyone turned to look at me, it felt like Harry was stabbing me with daggers with his eyes by the way he looked at me.

Liam came rushing over to me. “Where have you been? I thought you weren’t going to make it in time and when I asked Harry where you were, well lets just say he’s not making polite conversation today. He’s a bit moody.”

“I was talking to management. Yeah I know why Harry’s like that sorry I’ll talk to him now.” Liam patted me on the shoulder and mutter good luck as I made my way over to the moody Harry. But before I could get there a lady with a clipboard came running in and started yelling at people to get into place. Why do people clipboards always have to yell and walk around thinking they are important?

We were told to sit on the couch that was sat in front of three cameras. I sat down next to Zayn and Niall sat on the other side of me when he realized Harry wouldn’t be sitting next to me as he went to the opposite end of the couch. The interview started and a young TV presenter came out addressing the cameras in a flowery summer dress even though it’s autumn in England and starting to get colder every day.

Throughout the interview Harry hardly made a sound only answering a question if it was asked directly to him. The car ride home was quiet with Zayn trying to talk to Harry but he soon gave up as he was only getting short one-word answers.

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“Harry I’m sorry but I have to do this for the band.” I called out to him as he stomped into our apartment.

“So you have said a thousand times, doesn’t make this any better.” He stopped walking and turned to face me. “You think I don’t care about the band? Of course I do but I can’t stand by and watch you ‘fall in love’ with some chick while I have to be in the background.”

“Harry you know I really want to shout out to the world that your mine and I love you but I can’t.”

He bitterly spoke. “Yeah for the band I know.”  

“Harry.” I groaned as he walked into his room slamming the door.