When I was your man{Larry Stylinson} *ON HOLD

Chapter 4

I wake up to a phone ringing. I groan and stand up from the blood stained carpet. I walk over to my end table and pick up my cell phone. The caller ID is management. I press answer and put the phone to my ear.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Louis. You have an interview today. You better show up to this one or there will be serious consequences."

"Is it just me or the entire band?" I hope he doesn't say the entire band.

"Just you. Maybe Eleanor too. If she's available. The rest of the boys are busy. I don't suppose you have anything planned?"

"Nope. I have nothing planned at all. But you did cut into my smoking time." The guy laughs. I wasn't joking.

"I miss you're cheekiness Louis. I'm glad you're slowly coming back. Be ready by three."

He hung up. I look at the time on my phone. It's twelve. I guess my smoking time will be right now.

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I'm wearing a Guns N' Roses tee with some loose cut-off jeans. I don't look my best, but I don't even care. I exit my front door and walk to the driveway. A limo is waiting for me. I open the back door and climb in. Eleanor is doing her makeup. I sit on the opposite side. She looks up from her compact mirror to see who came in. When she sees it's me she goes back to her makeup.

"I thought you'd actually try to make an impression today. Guess not." She says.

I roll my eyes. "I am making an impression. It's called I don't give a fuck."

"Charming." She says sarcastically. She smacks her lips after she finished her lipstick and closed her tiny mirror. She examined me.

"I thought you would shave. You know how much I hate that." I just stare at her.

"Do you mind telling me where this interview is?" I ask.

"It's actually for Sugarscape. We haven't done one for them in a long time."

"Actually it was I who hadn't done an interview with them for a long time. You didn't do shit."

"I still don't see why I continue to work for these people to be your 'girlfriend'"

"Because you get a good pay. You can't tell me that's not a reason."

She eyes me and takes out her phone. "Smile." She says enthusiastically.

"Why?" I ask her.

"I'm going to tweet a picture of you so I can put it on Twitter and add a cheesy caption. It's in my contract."

"Well you don't have to do everything the contract tells you, you know."

"I know. But people are starting to get curious if our relationship is still strong. This'll convince them. So smile."

I sigh and give the most fakest smile ever. I don't think people will buy it, but apparently it worked for Eleanor. She posted it on Twitter and instantly started getting retweets and replies. I know because she told me.

"Mind if I see that for a second?" I ask her.

"Sure." She passes her phone to me. I'm on her Twitter and look up Harry's username. His recent tweet was a photo of a box. His caption was,"Moving in with my baby :) xx" Some replies were,"So cute!" and,"Narry=True Love!" and,"Niall + Harry= <3"

I quickly handed Eleanor her phone back and looked out the window. Get me out of this endless depression hole...

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"Louis? Louis, love, they just asked you a question."

"Wha-what?" I zoned out for a while. Eleanor is shaking my arm and two girls sit in front of us. I look around and see I'm in a small room. I'm sitting on a small couch and six eyes stare for any sign of movement in me. How the hell did I get here?

"Um, what was the question?" I ask.

"Is there any future albums One Direction are currently working on or will be?"

"Um, no. Well I don't know. Hardly anyone tells me what's going to happen and I hardly ever listen. I didn't even know about this stupid interview."

Eleanor shoved me her elbow, and I look down at the ground.

"Erm, all right I guess? Eleanor, it is going to be you and Louis' three year anniversary next month. How are you going to celebrate it?"

"Probably at the first place we met. In my hometown at a coffee shop." Eleanor replies enthusiastically.

Pssh, we didn't meet there. More like a cold, bloody office.

"Are you excited for your anniversary, Louis?"

I looked up. "Very. It's a very peachy thought." I said sarcastically. I looked back down.

Shit. It's been nearly three years since the worst mistake I've ever made. Can this just end already?

"Well, I guess everything is all wrapped up. It was wonderful having you two."

"It was wonderful for you to invite us." Eleanor was mostly talking the whole interview, I think.

Eleanor and I walked out of the large building and got back in the limo that was waiting for us. As soon as we both got in, Eleanor started shouting at me.

"You bloody idiot! You fucked everything up!"

"Why are you shouting at me? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Yes you did! They saw it!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Saw what?"

"That stupid thing on your arm! They saw the two words and were instantly curious! But you were in another world or something because you looked at the floor the whole time! So they tried to talk to me about it!"

"What did you say?" I ask her.

"What was there to say? I completely changed the subject! Luckily they stopped being curious, but they kept staring. I couldn't just say my boyfriend is emo and a cutting freak."

"Don't call me emo. And don't call me a freak. But most certainly don't call me your boyfriend. I was never your boyfriend, and never will be. So don't ever say that again, all right?" She nodded."Good."

The ride to my flat was quiet, and I'm glad it was. Eleanor was getting on my damn nerves.

If I thought today was horrible, you couldn't believe what happened tomorrow...

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Aaaaaaand it's over! The chapter of course :p ok well cliff hanger!!!!!!! this was such a crappy chapter but it's the chapter that starts MAJOR stuff. You'll find out what happens Friday! :)

~Andrea