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

Chapter Seventeen

An hour had passed since Louis and Niall came running into my room with the news I wish I hadn't heard. Louis has stayed by my side every minute that has passed, refusing to let go of my hand. His behavior has angered some of my doctors and nurses that have been prepping me for my departure. Every small glance and mumble that escape one of their mouths, causes me to become enrage, yet their behavior is understandable. It's just they don't understand how Louis becomes so clingy and scared when Modest calls all of the band in for a meeting. Plus judging on past meetings, Louis has every right to be scared.

"Mr Styles, before I release you, I need you to sign a few papers. Also, on your way out be sure to pick up your new medication. You do not need what happened to you, to happen again do you?" My main doctor tells me as I head out of the hospital room with Louis holding my hand. We know once we walk out of this room, he will have to go back to act as 'just a friend'.

"No sir" I say as I sign the few papers that are needed for me to exit, and then I go out into the hallway with Louis. Niall has an elevator waiting for us by the time we make it all the way down the hallway. We quickly stop at the prescription counter downstairs before the three of us head out to the taxi Modest has arranged to drive us to the headquarters.

During the car ride I could see how tense and nervous Louis was becoming as we got closer and closer to our destination. I would probably be just as nervous as him, or even more nervous than he is, but the medication I am on has finally kicked in, and is keeping me as mellow as possible. So to calm Louis down somewhat, I have been rubbing circles on his arm as he cuddles up on my side.

He occasionally tries to ask me questions like "what if they try to keep us apart again?" and "What if they force me to really move out?". Each time I respond back with the same six words.

"I promise everything will be alright".

I know it's bad to lie, because I know for a fact something bad will happen when we meet with our managers. But, like the song forever young, I am 'hoping for the best but expecting the worst'.

Forty minutes after we got into the taxi, it pulls up to the building that all five of us boys are afraid of.

"Whatever happens in there, just know I will always be here to back you guys up" Niall says as he exits the taxi, carrying my suitcase that Louis had brought to the hospital full of stuff I needed for my stay there.

As Louis exits the taxi he looks over at me and I can see all the pain he is feeling right in his eyes. The last time I saw his eyes like this was when we couldn't be together on New Years and skyped after I 'kissed' Taylor. That night apparently he cried himself to sleep, according to Liam who kept a careful eye over him to make sure he did nothing stupid.

The three of us walk into Modest's headquarters together, meeting up with Liam and Zayn who are waiting in the lobby. They both look at Louis, and I and give us grin.

All because of my problems I have brought my four best friends into what could be a horrible situation for all of us.

"Boys Mr McGee will see you now. He asks that Harry and Louis go in first. The rest of you can wait here, would you like any drinks?" the receptionist Jenny asks the rest of the boys as Louis and I walk down the long hallway to Mr McGees office.

Louis grabbed my hand as soon as we approached the door, shaking from nervousness. I knock on the door three times before we are asked to come in.

"Boys please sit down" Mr McGee asks us.

Without letting go of each others hands, we sit down in the chairs across from our manager Harry McGee, the one guy we absolutely hate to be around.

"Boys, you two do know why you are hear today, right?" he asks us as he reaches into one of his desk drawers. He pulls out a copy of the Sun from today, and places it down on his desk.

"Yes we know" I say.

"Well, us here at Modest are currently hard at work to try to fix what has been released. So far we have been able to narrow down the source of the information down to three people. That is only one of our many problems caused by your relationship and Harry's problem with expressing his pain in an unconventional manner. Due to all of the problems we are going to have to fix, we are going to have to make a few changes. Louis, tonight you are going to be going out on a date with Eleanor. We have an overnight bag packed for you so, be prepared to not come home. Also, the wedding has been scheduled for two weeks from now. It will be a televised event, so expect a lot of practice for it. Now Harry, we have you booked to go to a party tonight at the Hilton. You are going to be in your swim suit, so we can show the public that you haven't cut. Lou Teasdale will be covering up your cuts with makeup, so we can put the 'Harry is emo' rumor to rest" Mr McGee tells us.

At the part where he mentioned the wedding, Louis began bawling his eyes out. I mean I can't blame him, because he is being forced into marrying a girl that he doesn't love.

"Also" Mr McGee says as he gets up and stops right in front of my seat. "If I find out about any more cuts on your body, you will wish that you had died on that floor the other night".

And with that he leaves the room, leaving Louis and I alone to gather our thoughts on what just happened. I was right, this is hell. But, just the beginning because if I can't put an end to that wedding happening, my life will be over.