The idea that the truth is the best thing to speak, is ingrained in us from the very start of our development, and that lying is inherently bad - that too. But what about saying nothing at all? Many of our parents would say that if you know the trut...
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4RkDMdAFmxTp2E9FsMRq0R?si=49af5ed73c154e89 - The music I was listening to whilst writing this, really put me in the right vibes Their outfits for later in the chapter (enjoy)
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"HARRY! Where's my wallet?!"
You'd think he'd be able to walk into a room to ask someone a question but no, he has to shout the bloody house down and scream "I have no idea Louis" He didn't say anything in response and I didn't know if it was because he was genuinely being rude or if he actually didn't hear me "Louis! You are going to be late"
He walked into the living room and I saw he was just in his boxers "I'll be fine"
"You're not even dressed! For fucks sake. You're going to be late for your fitting"
"Ugh"
I heard him sigh as he paced around looking for his wallet and I flopped down onto the sofa "Work out where your wallet is when you're wearing something other than just boxers. You've got an account with them anyway, you don't even need your card"
"You sure you don't want to come?"
"I'm sure, I've got the stuff you brought me" He smiled and nodded and ran off back to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. I giggled slightly and turned my attention to the tv, trying to find something to watch to keep me company whilst Louis was out getting all jazzed up ready for the party tomorrow night.
Well, it wasn't really a party, more of a function but - according to Louis - It was supposed to be fuelled with booze, music and dancing by all accounts. There is no better way to get rich fucks with bucket loads of cash to donate than when they're pissed out of their minds. I was sort of worried though, apart from Marcel and a few odd shared friends at parties, this was the first proper event when I would be presented to that side of Louis' life, his career and his colleagues and I don't partially want to fuck up and make a bumbling idiot of myself in front of all his peers - the people that respect him.
I was either going to trip over just walking into the room which, news flash, you can't really get away with when you're sober or I'll drink too much and fall over which means I would be a fucking embarrassment to the one person who actually cares about me (at least I think he does - I hope so) I haven't even really seen that side of life for years so it's going to be tough for me but this night isn't about me, it's about Louis, this is his life and I'm here to support him but I have no idea how to act with the music industry, or with complete arsehole managers that Louis has told me about.
