Larry~ They don't know about us

Consequences

Louis

(b4 we start, just wanna say, that a 'fag' is also a name for a cigarette so ya)

When I woke up, I was laying in the bed at the hotel we were dropped off at by management the day before.. I barely remember anything from the night before.. Well, I remember everything until leaving the club with Harry, after that it's just flashes..

An unfamiliar room, kissing, then...yelling? Management? Shit they found us...

No. No, where's Harry?!

I sat up quickly and found my phone laying on the dresser. I quickly unlocked it and found Harry's contact, pressing call and putting the phone to my ear. 

Come on.

Come on.

Pick up!

YES!

"Lou! You're okay?!" 

"Yeah, Yeah.. M'fine. What happened last night, Hazza?" He sighed before he mumbled "Management found us at the hotel.. but that's kinda all I remember." With the phone still to my ear, I walked across my room to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My neck was spotted with several dark hickeys and I smiled a little as I ran my fingers over them. "We didn't do it last night, but you did cover my neck in purple fricking hickeys!" Harry laughed and my heart swelled at the comforting sound. "I wanna come see you, Harry." "No, Don't leave your room. Security and management are in the halls. Probably won't let us near each other anyways.." I sighed and asked "What about Niall? Liam? Zayn?" "Went home with women.." I broke out into a small smile. "Even Church Boy Niall?" Harry laughed again and told me yeah. 

Someone knocked lightly on the door to my room and I whispered "Harry.. Someone's at my door." "Bloody hell.. Okay, Lou? Listen, I love you. I love you, okay?" "I love you too, Hazza" 

"No matter what they say or do.. Even if I'm thrown out of the band, I'm not gonna leave you. I promise you that, Harry. Okay? I fucking promise." 

"I promise you that aswell, Louis. We could start our own music careers if we are thrown out.. we could go back to the flat in England. Stay together, openly. I love you. Call me back as soon as you can, Yeah?" 

"Yeah, of course.. I love you." 

I pressed the red 'end call' button then I walked over to my room door. 

"Who.. Who is it?" "Just me, Rick. We need you ready for a meeting in 10 minutes."

A meeting? "A meeting with who?" "Simon. He.. needs to speak with you. We'll be meeting him at a nice restaurant so, ya know, look decent." I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair then shouted "Yeah.. I'll be out in a minute."

I ran over to the dresser where I had unpacked my luggage and I found a navy blue button down top and a pair of black jeans with no holes. I slipped on my sneakers then tried combing my hair down. I looked in the mirror and groaned when the hickeys that Harry left on me seemed to be very obvious against my pale skin. I dug into my suitcase, finding some random make up powder that I normally apply before a show so I don't look shiny, and I started frantically putting it on my neck. After at least three minutes of applying the makeup, I was satisfied with my work since I couldn't see the mess of bruises anymore, but I was still crazy nervous about the meeting with Simon. I grabbed my phone and sent Harry a text that said 'Going to a restaurant, meeting Simon there for a talk.' then I turned it off and tucked it into my back pocket. I checked myself one last time in the bathroom mirror before setting off to the door.