They don't know about us (Larry Stylinson)

~one ~

We sat in the conference room staring at them. No longer allowed to be seen "together" this is bull shit!!

"You'll ruin everything: the both of you." My eyes started tearing up. He took my hand and gave a little squeeze, then let go. "So do we have an agreement?" I took a deep breath. We both slightly nodded. "And another thing. The necklace has to go. It's TOO obvious." I looked down at the paper airplane. My hand clasped onto it. "No!! I won't! You can't!" They sighed. "This isn't fair!!" "Hand it over. This is your career you're flaking." I turned to him, searching for an answer in his eyes. He looked down. "Fine. Have your way bastards- I'm out of here!!" I took it off, throwing it at them. I stormed out of the room, slamming the door.(time skip) I arrive home going straight (haha ) upstairs to my room. I pull out my phone and dial him. God this is torture. It was his voicemail. "Hey its me- call me when you get this. I'm at home." He never called back. I already felt like I was losing him. So far apart. Yet we're only 3 doors down (if you get it) from each other. My heart was pounding, my palms sweaty and my guilt exploding. Kinda how I felt when we first hooked up. I thought I would miss. **Flash back** so I was invited to this party - me and the lads- for some big album release of a friends. She ALWAYS had new releases. Part of her let's say Revenge on exes kinda thing. Clever really but I sort of feel sorry for the chaps. Anyways the mates were having a blast, dancing. I make my way to a couch and plop down sighing. My head is pounding and I think it's because of this extra unnecessary music. I want something to drink but I'm tapped out. Some girl makes her way over to me ( waisted) and starts fan girling. "Oh my god, oh my god it's you?! It's really you!!" I smile and pull out a sharpie. I'm kind of use to this now. She's trying to dance but can't. "I love you soo much!! Do you love me?" I don't say anything. Then she starts crying and now I feel bad. " of course I love all my fans. You're a very pretty girl- what do you want sighed? " She grabs my wrist pulling me up and into some room. "No I'm sorry love I can't do this." She presses her finger to my lips. " Shhhh." She shuts the door and pushes me onto the bed. She's drenched in vodka or something else. Drunken sex isn't so good - and I'm pretty sure she's underaged. She starts climbing on top of me totally mouth molesting me. I try pushing her off but she won't budge. "Sing to me!!" Shes ripping off my shirt, and trying to totally give me a blow job. All of a sudden Louis walks in laughing. "Damn styles already getting laid?" She sees him and fan girls some more. " oh my god!! It's you!! I love you!!" He smiles hands her his jumper, zipping it up and signs it for her. She heads ( lol) out winking at me. "By Harry." I jump up and zip up my pants and put my shirt back on. "Girls..." He shakes his head. "Fan Girls, capital F!" we both laugh. "She was like 13 or 14 wow." "Typical american fan girls." We smirk. "Your mum gave that to you, ya?" He nods. "Why let her have it?" He shrugs. "Eh I have plenty of jumpers at home." I nod in agreement. We both walk back into the other room sitting down on the couch. Some girl hands us drinks and a plate of biscuits (cookies- if you don't know that). We both take a sip and a small bite. All of a sudden these two girls start giggling at us. "What?" Louis asks. "Never seen Britt's eating biscuits?" They both shook their heads no and kept laughing. We shook it off and gulped down our drinks and biscuits. 5-10 minutes later we were having a blast. We were up dancing with the lads and other girls. Louis kept saying he felt like he was floating and all I could do was laugh. I don't really remember how this happened but me and him were talking and then all of a sudden there was silence. Like we were the only ones in the whole place. No music, no crowds nothing. He looked deep into my eyes and we smiled at the same time. Then I gently placed my hand on his face, leaned in kissing him. He pulled back. "What the hell! I didn't ask you to kiss me!!" He got up walking over to the mirror, seeing how waisted he was. "I'm sorry... I just-" He came back grabbing my face and kissing me back. He crashed on top of me and we laughed. It was really amazing. **End of flash back**

I sank into a deep sleep, trying to get my focus off my phone. The next morning I wake up to my agent in my room. "What are YOU doing here?" He handed me a latte. "Gross." He took it back and handed me a tea. "So you have a busy day and you better get up and ready." "What about the others?" By others I meant Louis. "They already left a little earlier." I nodded. I got up and stretched. I went down the hall passing his room. I stopped in front of his door. It was silent, and you could hear a little sobbing. I gently knocked on the door. "Louis? Are you okay?" I tried whispering. I slowly opened the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. He was crying.