Louis' POV:
The rest of that day was spent lounging around at the flat with Harry and Liam. We made food and watched films.
Harry and I were cuddled up in each others arms, each falling asleep every now and again.
Liam spent the night as we had all called asleep on the couch at around midnight.
The next morning we had an interview and there was still no word from management.
What do we say when the interviewer (like all) asks who is single and who is not?
Well, hopefully by the time we are ready they will call.
As we were almost out the door, the phone finally rings.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Yes, I'm looking for Louis?" The man on the other line had a deep voice.
"Speaking."
"This is your manager. We have seen the pictures online of you and Harold..." He always called Harry Harold and I hated it. "...together," he continued on.
"Yes, about that. We-" I began but I was cut off.
"We do not approve of such behavior between fellow band members and we would like this activity to stop immediately," the voice on the other line spoke in a serious tone.
Silence.
"Sir, with all due respect, I love Harry and I know we will last. In no way will this relationship damage band. Please sir, give us a chance." I spoke with tears in my eyes.
Again, only silence was on the other line.
"Mr. Tomlinson," he spoke.
"Yes sir?"
A pause.... "you have six months. If you still love Harold as you as you do, you can open up about it to the public." He said, before I heard a buzz. He had hung up.
Harry was sitting in the couch with his face in his hand, waiting, when I turned around, he sat up attentively. "Well?" He asked.
I sigh, " he said that if, in six months, we are still in love as we say than we can open up to the public."
"That's great news! But, what about today and up until then? What do we say about the pictures?" Harry asked.
"I guess we just say that is was a drunken mistake." A say as I walk over to Harry, kissing him and grabbing his hand. "Let's go," I say with a smile.
