When The Truth Hurts

Love From The Start

This is a Larry Fan Fiction, Yes, I ship Larry. No, I don't hate Eleanor. She will be in this, and through out the story you'll understand my dislike for management as well. Hope you enjoy, check out my other stories. xoxo -Bridgette. P.S. It doesn't go in order, or follow the exact dates.. it's all fiction.

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(Louis' POV)

"You ready, Lou?" Harry spoke to me and he calmingly rubbed circles in my back. Today was the start of our tour, and I was nervous. Harry knew it, and so did the rest of the boys. The crowd could be heard from backstage, as we encouraged each other with chants.

"Yeah" I spoke, with a weak smile. The count down on stage was almost reaching 5.0 seconds, and that's when we were scheduled to run on stage. The outfits they forced me to wear were tight, and itchy. I pulled on the neck line of my shirt, in hope for more air.

"Alright, boys. Get out there!" our stage director hurriedly said as we ran out on stage. There was no words to explain what it felt like looking out across the ocean like crowd. The cheers and screams overpowering anything else.

I ran around the stage, along side the boys. "How's everyone doing tonight?" Liam spoke through his microphone.

I was admiring how great the photo's will be after this tour, until I realized Harry wasn't on stage. Turning around to find him, I'm met with a pair of lips on my cheek. My face heats up, and I try to play it off like nothing happened. "Cheeky Bastard.." I joke into my microphone while playfully hitting Harry.

Things like this have been happening more, and I know Management hates it. It's either someone getting pictures of us in bad timing, or us planting playful kisses on each other. Harry and I haven't really discussed it, and I don't really know what to feel.

I know I love Harry, I love all of the mates, but Harry is different. He's always there when I need someone..

Snapping out of my thoughts, I sit with my legs hanging off the stage, beside Niall. "Look at her" his accent rang into my ear, as he pointed to a beautiful blond girl in the crowd. A grin was apparent on my face. "Dare me?" I whispered. With a nod from Niall, I jumped off the stage, and was headed straight for the girls.

This was the best part of performing, for me at least. I hugged the girls right behind the safety guard, and swiftly made my way to the blond, and kissed her cheek. Quickly, I made my back to the stage, and received a questionable look from Harry.

Weird. All of the boys gathered up on stage, as we performed our last song "Little Things". We stood side by side, and as usual I found myself beside Harry. Harry patted my bum before my solo, like I usually do for him. It's our thing.

"Thank you all!" I chanted through the mic. while throwing left over glitter into the crowd.

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"You did great, guys!" Lou our hair stylist spoke to us as we walked off the stage.

As we sat, and drank the water we much needed our manager walked through the door, to where we had sat. "I need a word with you now" he spoke towards me.

It's never great when your manager gets onto you, and I wasn't really worried. I gave confused looks to the boys and they all replied with a shrug.

"Look, Louis. The fans notice everything, and the act you and Harry are putting on, on stage isn't going to fly.." He sternly spoke. Should I tell him it wasn't an act, or should I just obey?

No.

"It's not an act.." I softly spoke, looking down at my converse. "Well. I stand corrected Mr.Tomlinson." he spoke in disbelief and he crossed his arms.