Amnesia

Louis

To say that I hate Stella McCall is a huge understatement. She's the lowest of the low in my book. I don't dislike many people but I absolutely hate Stella McCool, with every fiber of my being. She's caused me more pain and suffering than any female ever has and I've been linked with many different women. I've never even been linked to her is the shitty thing. She's linked with Harry.

To be fair, she hates me right back. I suppose I would hate me too if I was her. But, she ruined everything for me.

"How'd it go?" Zayn asks me the next day.

"Ok then it went to shit," I tell him and sip my tea. "As it always does where Harry and I are concerned."

"Talk to me," Zayn tells me.

My relationship with Zayn has gotten better. It's not like it used to be but we have gotten closer since he popped back into my life. He's actually kind of moved in with me. He didn't want me to live alone with everything going on and he asked if he could stay for a while and I liked the idea of a roommate so I agreed. He stays in what used to be my bedroom and I stay in a guest room. I've not stayed in my room since Harry left. It was our room. Now it's Zayn's.

"That bitch Stella showed up," I say. "I was gonna tell him everything and she pranced in and told me to leave."

"And you did?" Zayn asks. "That's not typical of you Lou."

"She knows too much," I say. "She has legit proof."

"Oh," he says understanding what I'm saying.

Harry and I have lived in the closet since we were young boys. We were pushed in there during the band days and we've been there since. Closeted by management then closeted by ourselves for our own selfish reasons. Our relationship has always been only ours and a few people around us that know. It was something we decided a long time ago to not share with the world.

There is proof of our relationship but not hard proof and neither of us have ever confirmed it. We've denied us many many times. Well I have anyhow. Harrys ability to lie is shit and always has been so denials have always been my area of expertise and I'm not great at it either.

Stella has the possibility to out us completely. I won't let that happen to Harry. He's a star and he will continue to be a star.

"Yeah," I finally say. "She pointed her skinny manicured finger at me and told me to get the fuck out. So I did."

"How did she get this much power over the two of you?" Zayn asks.

"You don't wanna know," I say with a smirk. "He started dating her in February. The proof she has is from April."

"Harry dating a woman doesn't make sense," Zayn says. "Not on his own accord anyhow. A beard yes, but for him to have began a relationship on his own with a woman don't even sound right."

"Maybe she is a beard Zayn," I tell him and raise my eyebrows at him.

I've been privy to some information I can't just go blabbing about to everyone so I have to use insinuations.

"Oh?" He says. "O-oh! Fuck." I could almost see the lightbulb turn on above his head.

"Where the fuck has she been?" I ask. "Why did she wait four whole weeks to see him?"

"She's a bitch," Zayn says.

My bracelet begins to vibrate on my wrist and I look down and cover it with my right hand. Harry. I never even got to explain how they work but he's figured it out. I push the button knowing it's vibrating on his end and I hope it makes him smile.

"You writing today?" He asks me.

I spend hours a day in my home studio writing and Zayn knows this. I'm trying to be more productive and I've written so many songs and I need to put them to music. I want to record my album. I need to record it.