To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Three

We stop everything we were doing, and stare at each other as Louis's phone goes off. This is the third time it has rung in the last five minutes. The two of us are too stunned to even properly react to this. As the ringtone dies out again, I start to snap back into reality. I know for a fact that if Modest has the nerve to call any of us boys on a day off, it is about something big or now that we are close to tour season it may just be their normal go arounds.

Modest usually will call each of us five boys individually into their office to discuss what can and can't be done while we are on tour. Typically, it would done a month in advance due to an increase in interviews and promotional things we need to do around our tour start up dates, but they actually did some proper scheduling before this tour and allowed us to have time off right up until the first concert.

As of yesterday, I know for a fact neither Louis nor I have had our talks yet, and the fact they are calling Louis's phone now surprises me. Modest, will usually keep Louis's talk off until the last minute. That is due to his rebellious nature that occurs every time he encounters them.

"Why the fuck as they fucking calling me now? It's only 8:30 in the fucking morning!" Louis screams throwing his hands onto his head. I watch as he begins to pace back and forth in our kitchen, becoming more and more upset as each second passes. I remain seated as Louis freaks out, feeling hatred build up inside of me. But, I know I cannot let this out in front of Louis.

"Lou, you know they need to talk to all of us before we go on tour. Trust me babe, I know it's early but please don't freak out yet" I say while still holding his phone in my right hand.

"Harry it's fucking 8:30 in the morning on our fucking day off though! They really know how to fucking ruin someone's morning don't they!?" he says heading toward our living room. I take a deep breath and run one of my hands through my messy curls. As I start to get up off of my stool the phone goes off again, but this time the caller I.D. shows up as 'Harry Magee'. At that point I know we are fucked.

"Louis get in here fast! It's Mr Magee calling this time" I scream out to Louis. Seconds later he is standing next to me. I press the answer button, and while doing so I look over at Louis. Both of us are completely aware of the fact that Mr Magee only calls if its something really serious.

"Hello" Mr Magee says as he answers the call. Louis grabs onto my shoulder tightly taking a deep breath before saying anything.

"Hi Mr Magee, what can we help you with today?" Louis asks as his voice fills up with nervousness. I can even see small tears start to form in his eyes.

"Well for starters I would like to know why you didn't answer the three phone calls put through to you in the last ten minutes?" Mr Magee asks with fury covering his normal sort of sweet sounding voice. At this point I can feel Louis shaking next to me. My own body starts to freak out, having an anxiety attack start to come on. Louis tries to chock some words out of himself managing only a barely audible sentence.

"I-I was just s-stunned you c-called" Louis says. Now normally we aren't so worked up when talking to the boss of our management company, but when he calls us this early and sounds this upset, the two of us know that something is defiantly wrong.

"Louis, I am going to need to have both you and Harry come down to our offices and you guys should plan on staying for a few hours. We will be expecting you to be here within the next hour. Harry, I know you are there, and I just want to say that you should plan on bringing your medicines with you" he says using sarcasm while talking to me. He hangs up without saying goodbye.

"Haz" Louis says grabbing ahold of me. He breaks down on my shoulder, letting tears pour out of him. Seeing Louis this way, causes me to feels emotions I have pushed aside for years now, emotions that took control over me. They are the reasons why I have to take the medicine our management team likes to often make fun of me over. Anger, insane amounts of guilt, and depression flood my mind as I remain still with my boyfriend breaking down beside me. What hurts most is I know whatever they have planned for us will be something I cannot help Louis overcome, because you just simply can't overcome anything those assholes throw at you. They seem almost invincible with the way they carry themselves often times.

"Shh Louis, it'll be fine I promise" I say lying right through my own teeth. I know nothing will most likely be fine when we come out of the office of Mr Magee later today. But, I just don't want to see the boy that I fell in love with, the boy I rarely ever see break down, struggle to stay calm beside me. I love him too much to see him upset.

"Harry, do we have to go later? I mean can't we just skip it?" Louis says as tears still roll down his eyes. The strong boy I have come to love, proves he himself isn't always able to remain strong. The only thing that makes him feel this low, other than being forced to have any physical contact with Eleanor, is having to deal with Modest employees.

"No we can't" I say melancholically, knowing this is only the beginning to something I don't want to be a part of.