A Love, a Lie and a False Identity (Louis Tomlinson)

Louis

Louis

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Or maybe I did. It just wasn’t working anymore, and as much as I wanted to continue what had once been such a perfect relationship, I knew it couldn’t keep going on. Eleanor had a life to live; she had finished university and had a steady job where people needed to take her seriously. That couldn’t happen if she stayed with me. I was just the ‘silly, jokey one’ of a world known teen boy band. I had to let her go if I wanted what was best for her.

It wasn’t painless, but that sense of easiness, the comfort I felt with her, it just wasn’t there anymore. Every conversation was a strain, and we were arguing all the time. It didn’t help that we never saw one another, both being so busy with our careers. I missed her every day, but we both knew it was time to move on. I would never regret any of our time together, she taught me about love for the first time, but it was time to say goodbye.

          ‘Louis, come on, we have a meeting with Will in half an hour, and we need to get a move on!’ Harry scolded, snapping his fingers in front of my face and bringing me out of reverie.  ‘Thinking about Eleanor again? It’s been a month, man, and you were the one who ended it.’

          ‘That doesn’t mean my feelings are gone, Harry,’ I snapped back, and a hurt look crossed his face, ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to have a go at you, it’s just still sensitive.’

          ‘Look, mate, I get it-’

          ‘No, you don’t, look at you and Rosie, still happily loved up-’ I interrupted, but he cut my speech short by throwing a pillow at my face.

          ‘We aren’t even together!’ he said hotly, but I just raised an eyebrow. He thought we were so in the dark about him and the pop star Rosie Jones from Ashes of Angels. Little did he know that her band mate Olivia had sent a mass text around to all of us telling us about her discovery, and the secret little tryst they had going on.

We would tell him soon enough what we knew.

          ‘You keep saying that, but I don’t believe you.’

          ‘Whatever. Come on, we are going to be late,’ he said, picking up his keys from the side and shoving them in his back pocket before grabbing my outstretched hands and pulling me up from the sofa.

          ‘Thanks.’

          ‘You’re getting old, Lou,’ he chuckled, and I clocked him one lightly around the head. ‘Don’t touch the curls!’ he yelped, immediately ruffling and pushing them back into place.

          ‘Don’t be such a girl,’ I joked, heading to the front door with him following behind me. ‘What’s this meeting even about?’ I asked, turning round, but my band mate just shrugged.

          ‘No idea. Will wouldn’t say on the phone, would rather discuss it in person. We are meeting him at the office,’ Harry replied, and I pulled the front door open, a few paparazzi jumping up from leaning against my wall and snapping pictures. No doubt the headline tomorrow would be about Harry and me spending the night together. Magazines loved to spew that shit, stir everything up. I had gotten used to it by now; it even made me laugh occasionally.

          ‘Pose darling!’ I said in a high pitched voice, and Harry grinned in return. I pulled my grey beanie further down my head, so just the tips of my brown hair were just poking out from underneath. Bowing my head, I put my Ray-Bans on as I shoved through the crowd and jumped into Harry’s car, slamming the passenger door shut just as Harry got behind the wheel.

          ‘Surely there must be more interesting news out there?’ Harry asked, annoyed, as he blew the horn at a few persistent photographers who were standing in front of the car. They immediately moved when Harry started to rev the engine aggressively at them.

          ‘Probably, but us crazy boys are always good to have on the back burner,’ I said, smiling as I lay my head against the head rest and closed my eyes, exhausted. I hadn’t been sleeping well these past few weeks, thinking and dreaming about Eleanor, doubting myself. I knew, deep down, that it had been the right decision to break up, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to call her and to hear her voice, or missing her during the times when I was alone. It had been a long time since I had been single, and I had yet to get properly used to it.

          ‘Or they just want to see if we are dating anyone new,’ Harry said back, and I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was saying was probably the truth. Our love lives were always front page news. People always wanted to know who we were dating, who we were seeing, whether we were gay or straight, even though it was none of their damn business. That was part of the reason why Eleanor and I had spilt up. I didn’t want her to have to suffer with people hounding her and her personal life for years to come. She didn’t deserve it.

          ‘Stop stewing.’

          ‘How do you do that?’ I asked incredulously, amazed at how Harry could always tell what I was thinking about.

          ‘It’s easy,’ he grinned over at me quickly before looking back at the busy London road, ‘I’m your best friend.’

          ‘Oh, yeah, I forgot about that,’ I chuckled, putting my feet up on the dashboard.

          ‘Hey, hey! No feet on the car, man, come on you know the rules!’ Harry cried indignantly, and smiling I took my feet down.

          ‘Sorry, forgot. So this meeting, do you think it could be about that charity concert that is coming up?’

          ‘God, I had completely forgotten about that! You know, I bet it is, Will probably wants us to meet fans and stuff afterwards, that’s usually what these meetings are about, some competition or something that we have no idea about.’ Harry answered, changing down gear and pulling into the underground car park to the building where Will’s office was. Parking up, we both undid our seatbelts and slid out the car, slamming the doors shut and heading over to the lift that would take us up to the reception without having to go outside and get hounded by the media.

          ‘Yeah, probably. God, the things we do for our fans, huh?’ I said mock seriously, and Harry laughed.

          ‘Tell me about it, give, give, give, that’s us. When do we get something back? Other than millions of fans, pounds, and record breaking sales, you know, the usual stuff,’ he said, poking his tongue through his teeth to show he was being sarcastic as he got in the lift and pushed the button.

          ‘Who knows, maybe this time it could change our lives,’ I replied, stepping into the lift just as the doors began to close.

Little did I know, I had it exactly right…

 Author's Note: Brand new fan fic guys! This time its about the lovely Louis, and I really hope you guys love this story, because I have had so much fun planning it I cannot tell you! Now, I'll update the first few whenever I finish it, but then it's down to you guys, so update by request, because I really want to know what you lovely people think of my writing. 

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