Changing my Direction

The Inevitable

"What the hell was that?!" I exclaimed at Harry, as we all practically ran from the stage.

Luckily, the minute Harry had 'lied' to the crowd the show had come to a closing, so in that aspect, we were off the hook. But what do we do now? I don't even know. I hadn't even been expecting that. Now everyone thinks we're dating! I'm so dead.

"What was what?" Harry replied distantly, frowning at me. I fumed.

"What was that back there?! Why did you tell everyone that we're dating?!" I yelled at him.

Niall, Zayn, and Liam walked towards us, and surround around the two of us, looking just as ticked. Well technically, only Liam looked mad, but Niall and Zayn looked more worried than I did.

"We're going to be in so much trouble." Niall said, shaking his head disapprovingly. I sighed and looked towards Harry accusingly.

Harry shot the same expression back at me. Okay sure! I'm the one who wanted to do the prank but I was about to call it quits, if not for Harry opening his lying mouth! Now what are we supposed to do?

"No! There is no 'we'!" Liam exclaimed to Niall. Turning to face, Harry and I he said, "Do you know how much of a bloody mess you both have made!"

Harry sighed. "I wasn't going to let him sit there and act like a bloody idiot."

I stomped my foot, pouting. "I was not!"

"Were too."

I glared at him. He only smirked. How can he be so calm at a time like this? He just told the world that we're gay and dating! Yet, here he is smiling as if nothing happened.

Niall's mobile rang, and he walked off, pressing the thing to his ear.

Groaning, I walked towards the nearby chair and plopped down in it, resting my head in my hands.

"What am I going to do?" I groaned.

Harry sat beside me, and started to rub my back. This so doesn't help with that fact that he just told the world that we're gay, and here he is, caressing my back. Still, I can't find the strength to push him away. I groaned even more.

"I did warn you." Liam stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know." I responded sadly, grabbing a tuft-full of my hair. I straightened up, and sat back into my chair. Harry gazed at me worriedly, but rested his elbows on his knees and looked at Liam.

Obviously seeing my saddened expression, Zayn crouched down, placing his arms on his thighs. "It'll be okay, Louis." He said, smiling weakly at me.

I huffed, and fidgeted in my seat. "I hope so."

"Well I hope so too! Hell, I hope we get world peace, but that's sure as hell not going to happen!" Liam exclaimed, glaring at me wildly.

Harry snapped his fingers. "Oi! Let's all just calm down. Louis and I will figure this out before things get any worse."

Niall walked in, running a hand through his blonde hair, frowning sadly.

"Looks like things already did guys. The president of Modest Management wants to see us."

I let out the longest groan.

...

"Just relax" Harry said to me, clapping me on the back. "Let me do all of the explaining."

"Come on lads." Niall said, gesturing for us both to walk inside the conference room. Today is just not my day.

Sighing, I walked past Harry and into the room. He trailed behind me. Walking in, I sat beside Niall, while Harry sat on my left. I looked up and into angry eyes. I've never seen someone so angry in my life. Well, except for Liam but he doesn't count. This 'president' guy looks as if he wants to literally strangle me. I'm too beautiful to die so young. Huh, that sounds like something Harry would say. The president's eyes narrowed into mine, as he leaned across the table from where we all sat. He kind of looks like a skunk. Well, his hair does anyway. His black hair was slicked back while some of the color was turning grey. I've never really seen him mad. Well, I guess there's always a first for everything.