Louis' POV
~2 months later~
"Simon! I've had enough!" I said marching up to him. "You said this would only last for a month at most, and it's been two. It's not my fucking fault that I'm gay, and that shouldn't fucking matter to you or anyone for that matter. If my streams go down because I am then good! I don't want anyone who doesn't support me to listen to my music."
"Louis, look. I'm not upset that you're... not like us. It's just not normal in the music industry for a gay artist, and when someone is gay, they get hated on by some people. We don't want to tarnish our brand here by pushing some weird- and frankly unnatural- life-style that one of our artists has. I totally, fully support you and whatever your boyfriend are doing, just not in public." Everything he just said, makes my blood fucking boil. I'm gonna punch him one day. I'm gonna do it. Just, not when I can get sued from it.
"You know what- you're a piece of shit. You know that you took it just a little too far this time. You know damn well that Harry and I weren't doing great BECAUSE of you. And I know that you're proud, like the asshole you are." Simon just disgustingly smiles, and leans back in his chair, payed for by his filthy money, made by his sick business of scams and trauma-inducing experiences.
"It's not my fault that Eleanor kissed you. I guess she just took a liking to you and wanted to do it. It's not my fault the paparazzi were there either." He had a smug look on his face. Yeah, I'm sure it's not his fault I was sexually harassed. By his employee. In front of his other employees. Taking pictures that can only be taken per his request. Not his fault at all. "Now, go do that PopBuzz interview I have scheduled for you. And do it right, I'll have my eyes on you the whole time." I sulked out of his office and into the black Range Rover bringing me to the next building over, mumbling "You don't get papped if you don't want to get papped" under my breath, hoping he might hear.
I walked into the room with the interviewer and she sat down in the chair across for me. Her name is Rachel, and she's the epitome of a chav. Bleached hair with obvious dark brown roots, uses so much fake tan she looks almost orange, lip fillers that are very, very blunt, and way too much eyebrow pencil.
"So, Louis how are you, I've heard your newest single Don't Let it Break Your Heart which just came out. I think it's great, what do you think about it?" Obviously I like it, I wrote and released it. Sure, I might write something I hate but I wouldn't release something I don't like.
"Well, you know it's like anything else I've written, really. I wrote it from my heart and you know, what I was feeling and so it's really- it's really genuine I think. Yeah, yeah." I watched Simon's minions the whole time I said that, only looking back at her and the camera maybe once or twice. What I'd give to just smack that man once.
"Interesting. A lot of your fans are theorizing that it's about your girlfriend, Eleanor." What fans don't think I'm gay? Has she been on Twitter?? "We just got photos of you two kissing and being adorable as usual, but was there a time where maybe it got rough between you two?" I looked down at my shoes and fidgeted with my sleeve for a few seconds deciding what to say. I don't want to flat out lie to them. But, I can't break my contract or be sues, it'd be a lot of damage to me. I look back up at her and smile as well as I can, trying not to show any piece of my shattered heart through my eyes.
"Well, there-" I got cut off and distracted by the door leading to the hallway closing and my face went blank and a shiver ran through my body. Harry.
Harry walked in, looking where he was stepping, making sure not to trip on any wires (he's learned, finally). When he caught me staring, he smiled and pointed to it, reminding me I'm on camera. God I can't do this in front of him.
Fuck it.
"You see," I said, turning back to the camera. "It wasn't about Eleanor at all. I'm not dating her actually. I don't even like Eleanor." All of the men standing in the back of the room's jaws dropped. They started shuffling around, looking through papers, grabbing walkie talkies, doing anything they could to stop this. They can't do anything though. I'm done.
"What do you mean, Louis? How do you explain all of those pictures with her and all of the nights out then?"
"All fake. Very specifically staged by my managers. They're not the nicest by the way. So, no, the song is definitely not about her." Rachel looked shocked, well as shocked as she could with all those face lifts.
"So then, we're dying to know who the song is actually about! Will you let us in?"
"Some of my fans and followers may remember someone I posted about a couple of months ago. Well, that relationship is still going strong. The song is about a rough patch we went through. It got hard having to be in a stunt relationship that I didn't want, and neither of us really willingly consented to. It was only because we'd both lose our jobs if we didn't. We were in New York when we found out we had to do this, and some of my lyrics are referencing that. But, we're back again and it's going a better now. I decided to release the song because I thought it would help our relationship when we look back and think about how we're finally free, and I guess that time is now."
"Can you let us in on the name of this mystery person?"
"Of course. Love," I called out to Harry looking behind he camera. He smiled and walked a bit closer, and Rachel gasped upon seeing him. "Could you come here?" He nodded, pushing his hair back and striding over to where I was sitting. He sat next to me, on the arm of my chair and I pressed a quick kiss on his lips, both of us smiling. "This is Harry, the love of my life, and the best person I have ever known. Sorry to Liam, Calum, and Josh." I nodded. Harry nudged me a little and I turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. He looked to the side with just his eyes and I got it. "And Niall and Zayn." He kissed the top of my head and I blushed a bit.
"Wow, thank you so much for sharing. Harry, would you like to comment on anything?"
"It feels great being able to come out. And fuck Simon Cowell!" I laughed and his statement.
"Yeah fuck Simon!"
"But not literally!! Ew." He added. I grabbed his hand and ran my thumb across of the back of it.
And I realized something.
I never want to let go again.
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A/N
I can't believe I get to say this, but that's the end!
I really, really hope you enjoyed this story, even though it was a bit short! I loved writing it and I hope you check out some of my other works too!
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P.S. I didn't really like making fun of Rachel and her looks, I just thought it would fit the character.
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