Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 48

The next day, I wake up in my hotel room to get a call from manangement telling me to meet them at a resteraunt for breakfast. They apparently want to talk to me about something important. This outta be good. My little talks with them are always "fun." I don't even know what it's about. I didn't break any rules this time. That I know of. I mean, I didn't break the curfew, I'm managing a healthy diet, and making sure not to say anything wrong in interviews. Plus, they told me to come alone. That's something new.

I hope it's not bad. Bad is not good. Obviously. I was stupid to say that. Don't judge me. I'm tired.

"Where are you going?" Niall asks tiredly from his bed.

"Some management meeting."

"Alone?" he asks sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

I nod.

"Yeah. Who knows why," I say putting on my shoes and then slipping my phone in my pocket.

Niall stretches and yawns. He leans back on the bed again, sprawling out his arms and legs.

"Have fun with that. I'm just going to stay here, lounge back, and watch MTV and the Food Network until I have to get up."

I nod and chuckle.

"And you have fun with that," I say.

I grab my wallet and wave goodbye. When I get outside the hotel (with the help of the body guards and Paul), I catch a taxi and get to the resteraunt. It's hard to go anywhere without the fans following me or mobbing me. That gets really hard because I sometimes wish I could be sort of normal again. I don't mind too much, though. The fans are the reason I have my career. Management is another reason we have this career. Even though I hate Modest! Management, they manage us well. Sorta. I guess.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson," one of our managers, Richard Griffiths says when I walk in.

There are two of them standing there when I walk in.

"Follow us," they say.

The other man, Harry Magee, sits across from me in a booth, but Richard does most of the talking next to him. The waiter comes and gets our drinks for us. We are sat in the back of the resteraunt. The most private place. Both of the men stare at me with stern expressions. They always make things more dramatic than they really are. Weirdos.

"To get to the point," Mr. Griffiths says. "It has come our attention that you and Ms. Calder have broken it off."

I nod slowly.

"How did you find that out?" I ask.

I never told anyone that Eleanor and I had broken up yet.

"Zayn told us," he replies.

How did Zayn find out? Like I said, I never told anyone. I was going to wait until some other time when we were less busy. Unless Eleanor told him. Why would she do that, though?

"Why does it matter?" I ask.

"Well, we think you should continue dating her."

"What?" I ask with my mouth wide open.

"We talked to Ms. Calder over the phone and she agreed-"

"You are forcing us to stay together?"

"Of course not!" Mr. Magee says cheerfully. "We are forcing you and Eleanor to act like you are together."

"But... But why?"

I am very confused. Why would they make us fake date?

"Ms. Calder protects your image," Mr. Griffiths answers. "Many are skeptical that you are gay, so Ms. Calder helps make that-"