You Can't Stop Love

Playing it Safe

Harry's POV:

He's with her again. Louis is with Eleanor, laughing and talking as if nothing happened between us. He's such a hypocrite; kissing me back, then hanging out with his girlfriend. What's his problem? Of course, it's my problem, too. I kissed him. I have a girlfriend, thanks to management.

*Flashback*

"Hey, Catherine? I have a band related question."

"Shoot."

"What if I wanted to... like be with one of the other band members?"

"May I ask which one?"

"Louis." I can feel myself blushing.

"No."

"What?"

"Stay away from him. That won't sell records, some of your fans could be disgusted and stop buying merchandise."

"But the true fans-"

"We don't care about 'true fans'. We care about money."

"But I really like him!"

"No! In fact, I need to contact the modeling agency right now!"

"Why?"

"To get you a girlfriend! We can't have these rumors going around, they'll stop sales!"

*Flash forward*

So that's why I had a girlfriend the day after I basically told Louis how I feel about him. It's been almost 3 weeks, and I still don't have the guts to talk to him. What if he's disgusted? What if he hates gay people? I mean it can't be too bad. He kissed me back.

"Harry." I hear a voice say, jerking me from my thoughts. It's him.

"Louis! Um, sit down." I gesture towards the bench across from me. He sits, looks up, then down, then at me. "We need to talk." He says. I nod. "I didn't mean-" I start, but he interrupts me. "I liked the kiss and that's the problem. Management says we're not allowed to be gay." His face flushes at the word. "You talked to management?" I'm astonished. He likes me? "Yeah... I thought maybe... that you... liked me." He stutters. "Do you like me?" He looks really embarrassed. "Yes. No. Maybe? I dunno. I mean, I have a girlfriend, and so do you." I smile. "I have a girlfriend because I talked to management about dating a member in the band." His jaw drops. "I'm not gay." Ouch. How'd he change his mind so quickly? "I didn't say you were, I just thought-" This isn't going well. "I like girls, idiot!" He yells at me. His voice is echoing throughout the house, and I'm tempted to shush him, even though there's no one else her.

Shouting goes to yelling, yelling goes to screaming, screaming results in kissing. Once he pulls away from the kiss, he looks confused. "I don't know, Harry. We're not allowed..." Then he walks out. What in the world just happened to me?

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I dunno if you can tell, but there is gonna be some Larry all up in this story. Larry, plus Bree, and Maggie. It's a multi purpose story woohoo!

Oh this is the author by the way.