Temptation

Chapter 1

Liam tried walking down the stairs, but his bum was hurting like hell. The feeling of extreme pain from his bum wasn't the only thing he was thinking of. It was Louis. 

His soft grey eyes as he saw Liam in pure pain; the way he whispered to him in ecstasy; their lips hungrily touching each other's. 

"Oi! Payne!! Get your arse down here!" he heard the Cheshire voice call out. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he shouted back, "Trying to!" 

The three of them looked up at him from the bottom of his staircase. They all laughed their heads off at the fact that Liam was fucked up, too hard. Niall's face was already turning into a tomato whilst Zayn and Harry were keeping a tight grip on each other. 

"Ha-ha, yeah, I know, my walking is terrible-"

"And the fact that you're fucked up!" Niall added, causing them to laugh even harder.

"Oh shut up Nialler!" Liam hisses as he finally got to the bottom. "What do you guys even want?"

The three of them regained their breathing in minutes and Harry answered, "Management wants to see us. Especially you."

Liam groaned and stared at the boys who were walked right past him. 

"Wait! Where the fuck are you three going!?" Liam called out.

"Well, we're going to go out, so we might as well get ready!" Zayn laughed.

Liam heard the doors closed and muttered under his breath, "Those fucking arses." He started to walk back up the stairs slowly as his bum tightened around him. 

* * * *

They got to the building at late afternoon, paparazzi already waiting there with their cameras ready. Shouts were heard everywhere, and from every direction. Paul, their bodyguard, kept them moving without anyone hurting any of the boys.

"Liam! Who was that boy we saw you with last night!? Where's your boyfriend now?! What's his name?! Are you secretly gay! Did you just come out of the closet last night?!" paparazzi yelled around. 

Liam looked at them confused, but walked inside of the building like nothing had happened. Everyone looked at him weirdly. At first, he thought that the people were looking at the whole band, but he then noticed it really was just him. They stared at him, eyeing him incoherently. 

"Why are they staring at me?" Liam whispered to Harry. He shrugged his shoulders as he guided Liam into the elevator. 

Paul pressed a button and waited inside of the elevator patiently, picking up some random people as well. As they reached the top floor, they got off and walked towards their top manager's room. Paul stood at the corner whilst the boys sat down in front of the desk. 

"You wanted to s-see us?" Liam says. 

The man looked up at them. His eyes darkened as he looked up at Liam. It scared him to death, but he kept a straight face. 

"I only wanted to see you," he points to Liam. 

Liam sat up straight, and answered, "Why? W-was there something that you wanted to talk to me about?" 

"Of course there is!" he shouted at him. His swivel chair was pushed back as he stood up. "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS!?" 

He slammed a magazine article onto his desk, and another one, and another one. Magazine articles to newspapers; it was a recipe of disaster. 

They all looked at the articles and it was talking about them. More importantly, Liam. Liam and his new 'boyfriend'. 

'Coming Out' 'Secretly Gay' 'Out of the Closet' 'A New Direction' 'Bad News, Directioners' 

"I-I don-"

"Liam! This group has an image!!! And you go out and bring someone home?! After your break up!? ESPECIALLY WITH A GUY!?" he shouted. 

Liam sank in his seat, sighing softly. He knew what he had done to this group, and that he was only creating disaster. Niall, sitting right next to him, patted his back in comfort whilst the others were supporting him. 

"Well, obviously, he had much fun with the bloke! You don't need to fucking ruin his time!" Harry defended. 

"No one cares if Liam is gay or not! Directioners can either love us for who were are, or for what you guys make us into! They already see through your lies!" Zayn yelled. His system was burning and his golden orbs turned as black as the nighttime. Harry tugged at his shirt to signal him to back down. Hesitantly, he did, not leaving his eyesight off of the man. 

"Well, you guys can either lose fans and reputation, or keep up with your popularity in this industry. It's your call," he growled at them. 

"It's our call?" Liam asks as he picked up his head. 

"You actually believe that? You actually believe that I - the whole management - would give you guys a choice!? Of course we wouldn't, because we would know that you guys would do stupid things!" he shouted.  

They all sank into their seats, instead of Zayn who was still glaring at him. Liam rested his head down into his hands as a soft whimper escaped. 

"Either you stop seeing this-this gay bloke-"

"His name is Louis," Liam hissed back; picking up his head once again to make eye contact with him. 

"Whatever. You either stop seeing him, telling the press in a live conference that you never knew him, he was just a crazed fan that followed you back home, and forget about him forever-"

"Or?" Liam asks. 

He sighed and answered, "Or, you can tell the press in a live conference that it was just photoshopped, that this bloke is a friend of yours, and tell them that you have a girlfriend."

"But Danielle and I broke up!" Liam fought back. 

"Just pick Liam!" he shouted as he rubbed his temples in frustration. 

"I pick the second choice," Liam answered softly. 

"Fine. You're getting a beard."