When The Truth Hurts

Love Triangle

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(Louis' POV)

Lately I haven't been able to sleep, due to my recently upbringing of feelings. Feelings for Harry? No.  Feelings for Eleanor.

I know, I KNOW. She doesn't even like me, She's being payed to "love" me.. I have already told myself all of this. Honestly, it may be in my head, but I feel like she might have actual feelings for me. The way she looks at me and how she laughs at my jokes, makes it more convincing. Although Harry and I got in a fight, I blew it off. We're on tour and all of the drama wouldn't ease past the fans.

He almost told me he loved me, even though I know I'm hurting him, I can't control my feelings. Do I want Harry or Eleanor? It shouldn't be this hard. I think the real question is.. does Eleanor think more of me than just being a paycheck?

Today we had off, and although Harry and I got in a fight last week, we haven't exactly talked since then. I walked out of the tour bus along side the boys to go have lunch. "Bloody hell, it's hot!!" I complained jokingly fanning my face. I got a few laughs, but Harry rolled his eyes in a more obvious way.

Rolling my own eyes, we walked on the sidewalk, and across the street to a near by pub. "Where's Eleanor??" Zayn teased.

"With her real boyfriend!" Niall giggled, before high fiving Zayn. 

"She doesn't have a boyfriend.." I stated sharply. "Oh, right. Sorry. You're her only boyfriend " Harry said sarcastically.

"I'm getting sick of your shit mate." I spat at him, and pushed away my plate. Indicating that in some way I wanted to be physical.    "Woah, calm down" Zayn said calmingly. 

"You're sick of my shit? What are you planning to do about it?" Harry questioned cockily. He always did this in a fight, with anyone. He always pushed people to their limit. 

I quickly stood up, and somewhat puffed out my chest. Harry stood up soon after and rolled up his sleeves. His face showed no emotion, and it only made me want to hit him more. 

"Hit me! Do it! I dare you!" Harry said, raising his voice to the point that it almost cracked.  "Hey, guys stop! Not here.." Liam said trying to pull me down to my seat. I quickly pushed him away. I didn't care about where I was. I knew we'd get thrown out of this pub.. but I'm sick of Harry's shit. 

I brought my hands to his chest and forcefully shoved him, his body leaned back but he quickly retorted to pushing me back. Cruel words were exchanged, and soon Harry's fist met with my cheek. It was a hell of a blow, which caused me to fly back. 

"Oh my god, Louis!!" Liam said shakily, running to my side, but I quickly pushed him away, and got back up. I approached Harry and wiped the blood from my lip. 

"Stop! Please stop!" Niall cried out, grabbing onto my arms. Realization hit when I realized where we were and the fact that we were fighting in a pub. I quickly ran out of the building, and darting past the doors.  Tears quickly formed and fell from my eyes.

You just fought with your best mate, Louis! What the fuck! You ruined all of it. What will management do? I ran into the tour bus and crawled into my bunk. I never cry, but I needed to figure my life out. This is getting very out of control. 

"Louis?" I heard a concerned voice ask past the curtain of my bunk. 

"It's Liam. Can we talk?" He added. I bit my lip, and sucked in my breath. "Sure. I'll be out there in a minute".