Forever Don't Exist

Chapter 3

Louis' POV:

Everything was absolutely not okay. Nothing was okay. Fuck. This possibly cannot be happening. Not only do I have to deal with having a fucking photographer follow me around to take my pictures and videos of me, the hired photographer for the job is Harry fucking Styles?

I was reluctant to being filmed so much in the first place. But I agreed to put up with it because Eclipse asked me to, and because she's terrifying. I just figured I'd tell the photographer that I'm not comfortable with being taken pictures and videos of. They'd surely understand, right? It's basic human decency after all. But no. Nothing ever fucking goes my way. 

This is absolutely unacceptable. I just know that Eclipse hired that asshole, Styles, on purpose. Not that she knows what went down between us. Trust me, one doesn't have to know about my history with Harry, to know how much of an asshole he is. He's the kind of guy who'd take the one thing you desire the most, and then gloat in your face about it.

Like, Ursula, for example. You know, from Little Mermaid? I can accept that Harry is pretty enough to look like Eric, okay (Ariel is honestly too pretty for him. The only person who deserves to be Ariel is Madelaine Petsch. Her hair is just red enough to make her look like Ariel. Moving on).

But he's like evil. Like Ursula. He'd take poor Ariel's voice and ruin her chances of being a proper human, and then gloat in her face about it. You get it!! No? Okay, enough with the Little Mermaid metaphors.

My point is, Harry Styles is a stupid person and I most certainly do not want to be photographed by him, of all people. This is the absolute worst. Do you think Eclipse will hire somebody else if I throw a big enough tantrum? No? It's worth a try though, right? 

Maybe I can just ignore him and go on with my day. Can't be that difficult, right? We'll just stay out of each other's ways; it's going to be fine. I can totally go the whole semester being fucking trailed by Harry Styles. Not a big deal.

Yeah, no, who was I even trying to kid? That didn't happen at all. As soon as Eclipse introduced him to the team, everybody was like super excited. Apparently everybody knows him. Plus, Liam was all buddy-buddy with him, talking about going out for drinks and meeting up in his dorms and what not. I didn't even know they were friends? What the fuck. Is Zayn the only one who hasn't been tainted by that fucking frog's presence? This is ridiculous.

Despite all that, I was still willing to give him a chance. I was, alright. But then Eclipse and Harry ganged up (probably unintentionally, but nobody needs to know that) to ruin everything. Everybody was already on the field, warming up, while Eclipse and Harry chatted as the latter set up his camera and other lighting gear.

Somehow, I got left behind with them since I was busy chewing out the green-eyes freak of a  photographer in my head. That's right; I was literally on the side lines with my roommate and the asshole everybody seems to like in some reasons.

Eclipse noticed that I lingering around, so she looked at me inquisitively, "Louis? What's up?"

I blinked, "Huh? Oh, nothing. Sorry, I was zoning out."

Harry was looking away (very obviously may I add) on purpose. What the fuck. Is the prat actually ignoring me right now? Ha, not that it would be anything new. That's what he's always done, after all. I'm used to it, sadly.

Eclipse spoke up again, "Hey, weren't you gonna ask Harry to not take many pictures and videos of you? You said so last night, right?"

I muttered, "I was going to ask the photographer, yeah."

Harry overheard us, and gave his input on the situation with an annoying smirk on his face, "Oh? Is someone a little self-conscious? Don't worry, Tomlinson. You're too short to show up on my lens anyway."