Truly, Madly, Deeply In Love

I bit my lip, painfully enbeding my teeth into my lower lip as I watched the news story, correction, yet another news story, about the "oh-so-cute!" Louis Tomlinson & Eleanor Calder. I swear, I wanted to punch that idiotic anchor man in the face so he felt exactly how i do when those lies go pouring out of his oblivious mouth. I paced back in forth, trying to relax.

I always got myself worked up over tabloids and news stories and magazines, All for nothing. Because Louis HAS to be with Eleanor, aka some bitch they picked out at a local agency. They think I don't know, oh please. What me and Louis have- had was so much more real and bare and natural than the stupid stunt they're attempting to pull.

There is no way it was Louis idea to tell me he doesnt love me anymore the day we signed on to Simons label. It was all management, god, did they always have to fuck with us and what we have. Nothing has seemed real after that day, I question everyones motives and i get slightly paranoid any time Simon wants to speak to Louis or I alone. I just don't buy it.

I just.. I know it's been over two years but, omygod! Management has torn us apart, they don't allow us to live together anymore, to many "speculations". whatever the hell that means!? We can't sit together during interviews to often or else we might actually get a chance to talk! Oh heaven forbid we ever talk on camera!! No ones even asked how I feel about the situation.

All the boys know what was going on during the X-Factor, hell, half of the contestants did as well! We were in love, and there's no getting around it. But then one morning Louis just so happens to "Not Love Me Anymore"? Okay whatever. I live with Niall now, only because he gives me my space and knows when and when not to try and talk to me. The front door to our flat opens and I hear niall start rambling on about how he forgot what to get me at starbucks.

I leap for the remote quickly turning off the T.V. Niall doesn't like me watching news stories about them, he knows how worked up I get. But when I turn to look at him, he looks tense. He cautiously hands me a cup of starbucks, and says "Harry, were you doing what it looks like you were doing?" I raise my eyebrows and take a sip of coffee, I swallow and say "Well uhh, that depends... what did it look like I was doing?" Niall crosses his thin pale arms over his chest and huffs "Dont play dumb Harry, I saw what you were watching! why do you do that to yourself? still, after all this time, why?"

 I set down my coffee, now its my turn to get mad. I stand up and walk to my room. I can hear Niall follow me in there, "Look Harry, I didnt mean to upset you, I-I just hate seeing you like this." I sit cross legged on my bed and start fiddling with my fingers "Niall, you dont know what its like to have to pretend to be happy for him and watch him be with her, and never get to talk to him or see him for that matter. Im falling apart, I just can't anymore. He's so unhappy you can see it in his eyes Niall! He's not happy with her. I could make him so much happier and he knows it."

I feel my eyes get hot and fill up with tears. Niall has both hands on his face and is breathing deeply. he removes his hands from his face and stuffs them inhis basketball shorts, "Look Harry, Im just gonna tell you like it is cause I feel like no one has been doing that lately. we know how you feel about the Louis situation, and you also know that you arent allowed to see Louis until the tour starts in a month, not after that slip up yall had at that club in miami. You know this is whats best for Lou and for you."

I buried my face in my hands and felt the hot tears spill over. great, now Im crying. Niall sat down in my desk chair and ran his hands through his tousled blonde hair, "You've been holding up so good for the past few months. ugh dammit." I look up from my hands to see niall looking at his phone, "What is it?" I ask quietly. Niall looks up wide eyed, "uhm nows, not the best time harry, later, okay?"

I made a face at him and then felt my phone viberate, I casually pull out my phone but its knocked out of my hand when niall tackles me on my bed, "What the fuck Niall?! what dont you want me to see??" Niall snatches up my phone and puts it in his pocket. then sets down my coffee on my nightstand and looks me in the eye, "Get some rest. I'll let you know in the morning."

I scoff, Im 19 for crying out loud. and if i wasnt so tired I probably wouldve fought harder. but instead I climb under the covers and sit back on my bed, and reach for my laptop underneath my bed. Once its turned on I login to twitter, everything seems normal until I see that Im tagged in an abnormally large amount of tweets?

So I click on a couple and its all pictures from the club in miami, pictures of me and Louis, the day we were seen making out at that club. I bite my lip remembering that night very clearly, louis may have been wasted but I was wide awake for every thing. I click on Louis twitter to see his reaction to what was happening. I gasped and covered my mouth as I read: "You people must have nothing better to do than post obviously photoshopped pictures of me and Harry! we are only friends, get over it!!" I hear footsteps coming towards my room, Niall comes bursting in, "I want the laptop too styles-" he cuts off when he sees my face lit up by the brightness on the screen and the anger in my eyes.

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-Love Yall, Jessica(: