Things I Can't

Chapter 1

Hey! This is my first fanfic and I wanted it to be about Larry Stylinson. So if you don't ship them or you think they're fake or something, then you should probably read something else. But you can if you want to. Anyways, I hope you all like it! :)

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-Louis POV-

I stepped outside the building, linking arms with Eleanor, eyes blinded by camera flashes. I can never go at least an hour without cameras being shoved into my face. But I'm used to it by now.

"Louis! Look over here!"

"Louis! You and Eleanor are such a cute couple!"

"Hey Lou! Love the outfit!"

That's usually all I hear whenever there's cameras around. Always constantly being asked questions, and having to lie to answer them because I'm told to.

Eleanor and I finally got through the mob of fans and paparazzi and got into the cab. Right before I shut the cab door, one woman held a microphone at my face and asked a particular question.

"Louis, is it true that you and Harry Styles are in a relationship?"

I could hear someone from management shouting through my earpiece for me to say no, but I ignored it. I wasn't going to lie.

"Yes, it's true. And I don't give a fuck if management doesn't want it to be."

Shocked faces and few camera flashes overcame the crowd as I said the words. After a few seconds of silence, I shut the cab door and told the driver my home address. People started shouting for us to come back as we drove off.

"Louis.." Eleanor quietly said. I ignored her. I didn't feel like getting lectured at the moment.

"Louis." she said louder this time.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"You shouldn't have said that, and you know it. You could get in huge trouble with manageme-"

"Oh, I could care less about what management thinks! They sure as hell don't care about me or the boys, that's for sure. They only care about themselves, or fame, or money or whatever. They don't give half a shit about how me or the boys feel. And we're all getting tired of it." I took a deep breath as Eleanor soaked in all my words. She didn't say anything else during the ride back home.

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"Goodnight, Louis," Eleanor said as I walked up to my front porch. "Night, El." I said back, opening my front door and walking in.

"Louis! Come over here, please!" I heard Harry call from the kitchen. I smiled at the sound of his voice. I dropped my coat on the couch and walked into the kitchen to see Harry sitting at the table with a few members from management. "Shit," I whispered to myself under my breath.

"Louis, sit down. Let's have a talk," said Dan, the head of our management. I grabbed a chair and sat.

"We watched you tonight on the news." he said. I didn't say anything.

"You shouldn't have done that, Louis," Macy, another member of management, said.

"I know. It was stupid of me to say that, I'm in big trouble, blah blah blah. I know the routine, guys. I'll tell the press tomorrow that what I said wasn't true." I answered.

Dan sighed and said, "We'll do that for you, Louis. Just try and keep you and Harry a secret for now, okay? Once the contract is over, which is only another year, you can do whatever you want. But also remember: we can take you both out of the band like that," he said, snapping his fingers when he said "that." Harry and I nodded at the same time as they walked past us and out our front door. "Have a good night, boys." they called as they shut the door.

-Harry POV-

I saw Louis hold his head in his hands after they walked out. I hugged him tightly as my eyes started watering. I hated seeing Louis like that. It always made me sad and angry. "It's okay, Lou. Everything will be alright. I promise. Just promise me you'll be okay, okay?" I said into his ear. He nodded into my shoulder and hugged me tighter. "C'mon, let's get some sleep." I suggested. He let go of me and held my hand as we walked down the hall. We both undressed down to our boxers and crawled into our bed. I threw my arm around Louis, putting my hand on his chest and feeling his heart beat. That always calmed me down when I wasn't feeling too happy.

"Goodnight, Harry," he whispered to me.

"Goodnight, Louis," I whispered back. But as he drifted off to sleep, I stayed up and thought about things. I thought about what management might make me and Louis do, or if they might force us to move away from each other, or if they really might take us out of the band. I was worried. Worried about the band's future if all of this kept up, worried about what

might happen next time Louis has an outburst like that, worried about everything. But most importantly, I was worried about mine and Louis' future together.