Caged. (Larry Stylinson) ON HOLD

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Dear Diary, 23/2/14

I remember that day so clearly. Just rethinking Louis and I's relationship. Thinking of all the possible outcomes. Just hoping for the best, but somehow I knew, we were only going downhill from there. There was that slight possibility of us being strong, stronger than them. But there was that greater force, that greater force that pushed us over the edge. It was all her. Her perky personality and sweet talk and clever brain washing ways. I was naive and stubborn and overly optimistic. I was stupid. I should have seen it coming. Hell, I could've saved myself a heartbreak.

- H.

Flashback;

The boys and I walked into the large office in the building waiting for George to walk in any moment now with her. The cover up. I don't want her here. What if Louis forgets about me and chooses her? What if he ends it between us? I don't want that to happen. I'd be humiliated. I heard the door unlock and open, in walking George with a slim, tall brunette. I already didn't like her. She's too perfect and doll like, he'll surely leave me. Sure, he's told me he loves me more than anything but, I have doubts, doubts on his words.

"Boys, I would like for you to meet Eleanor Calder, Harry and Louis' cover up." George presents.

"Hello" She says, with a strong Manchester accent.

"Hi Eleanor..." We all say slowly.

"I'm Liam, Liam Payne, nice to meet you" Liam says whilst shaking her hand gently.

"I'm Niall."

"Zayn"

"I'm Louis, or Lou, either is fine. Pleasure to finally meet you." Lou says, cautious with his words.

I can already feel that day coming. He's going to leave me. He's going to break me. He's going to break us. No. No. No. No. She's the type of girl Lou would go for if he was heterosexual. She's sweet, seems quite sassy, she's gorgeous.

I need to stop with all of these negative thoughts. They'll only make things worse for me. If they keep up , things will surely not end well with Louis. I need to talk to him ab-

"Harry, lad, are you okay?" I'm suddenly interrupted from my thoughts.

"Hmm? Yeah, sorry, what do you want?" I snap quite rudely.

"You still haven't introduced yourself.." Liam replies warily.

"Harry, my name is Harry." I mumble.

"Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Eleanor." She says with a warm smile.

I smile back, a fairly fake smile to be exact.

"Okay, lads, Eleanor, shall we start with the contract and discussing how we'll out Eleanor and Louis' relationship?" George asks.

"First things first, the contract."

After discussing the contract and Eleanor signing, I daze off into a day dream. I can't believe I have to hide my feelings. I want to show my love and affection towards Louis freely. Not behind the doors. It's pains, a lot. It's like a living hell now.

"Louis, you and Harry will have no sort of physical contact on stage, in front of the paparazzi, near fans, or just in public. If you do, consequences occur. And people will suspect."

What? No, they can't do that, that's not fair! Let them suspect!

"Actually Harry, yeah, we can do that as your Management we want what's best for you, as a band. And it is very fair. We can't let them suspect, we'll lose sales, and you'll lose fans." George speaks sternly.

I said that aloud, didn't I?

"All you care about is money, huh? Lying is wrong, I won't lie to them. I will not lie, and neither will my family."

"Nonsense! Pop Stars lie all the time. What's the difference, Elton John lied too, still a great legend."

I can't believe him. This isn't right. I don't care about fame, I just want Louis. I stay quiet, scared he'll add more restrictions onto Louis and I.

"Thank you lads. Eleanor, you and Louis will most likely be contacted on the day of the outing for your relationship. We strongly recommend to get together at your flats and get to know each other so you'll be much more comfortable and believable." George says as he walks out the door with Eleanor, to talk to her father, Mr. Calder, about her new job. Leaving us alone in the office. We get up, out of the fine black leather chairs. I stay back, waiting for Louis, as the rest of the lads leave the room.

"Lou, can we talk?" I ask, my voice nearly cracking.

"Sure baby cakes, can it wait till we get back to our flat? I don't want anyone else hearing this.." He says sweetly.

"Sure, it can wait."

Sorry for the short chapter! The next one will me much longer, I promise! :)