Louis POV (surprise!)
"I'M IN AN AMBULENCE, MEET ME AT ST KATHERINE'S." Liam yelled into the phone and hung up. Harry was hurt. Harry. Was. Hurt. My senses went numb and I fell to my knees. "It's going to be alright, mate." I thought I heard Niall say. I couldn't be sure, I was too caught up in my own thoughts, something I've avoided doing for the longest time. I couldn't break down now. All this time just to tear down the walls I've built so high. All because I haven't stopped loving Harry.
*flashback*
From: Vanessa "Louis we need to talk. Meet me in my office in five minutes." My phone beeped and I read the message from Vanessa, head of management. What could she possibly want? I had a strange feeling this wasn't going to be a very pleasant meeting. Five minutes. How was I possibly going to make it there in time? But I know that if I was merely a minute late, Vanessa would be unhappy. She's not a very patient woman to say the least. I hailed a cab and they got me there. I checked my watch. I only had another minute. Racing into the building, I realized I hadn't told Harry about the meeting. I would call him later and explain why I'm late coming home. Then we could cuddle and watch Love Actually like we do every Friday night. I sped into Vanessa's office just in time. "Louis, you're here. On time for once, I see. Well done, now sit down this is important." She said, voice commanding as she gestured over to a seat at the table in her office. "Louis, we can't have you dating Harry anymore. I'm sorry." I don't think I understood. "Wha-" "Louis, you're forbidden from dating Harry. We have someone for you to meet." She said and nodded at her assistant who went to collect whoever it was she wanted me to meet. I wasn't in the mood to meet anyone, I just wanted to fight for Harry and I to be freely in love. Before I had time to say anything to Vanessa, her assistant came back with a girl around my age, I guessed. She was certainly pretty, long brown hair and brown eyes. But she really wasn't my type. "Louis, this is Eleanor Calder, your beard."Vanessa informed me. I certainly didn't hear her correctly this time. "What did you say?" I said confused, ignoring this Eleanor girl. "Louis, you have to break up with Harry. Eleanor here is going to pretend to be your girlfriend, and you're going to pretend that she's your girlfriend. No ands, ifs, or buts." I looked at her, and my jaw dropped. "Oh, one more thing." She looked at me, her green eyes darkening. "Nobody can know that she's not your girlfriend really. Not even Harry. Later we will be meeting with him and simply be stating he can't be with you publically. He will come home and tell you this, Louis. You have to look like this is all new to you. That's when you break up with him." I looked at her with fury in my eyes. "What the hell? Why is this even neccesary?" I asked at her, my rage barely held in. "Records don't sell for gay boybands." She simply stated and smiled. "B-but why can't Harry know that Eleanor isn't really with me and I still love him?" I asked her, tears begining to form in the back of my eyes. "Because, we don't want you together anyways. We both know that Harry can't act for his life. He mustn't know. Nobody must know. This is between you, me, and Eleanor." She demanded. "This is ridiculous. I can't believe you. All I wanted to do was sing, I happen to find the love of my life along the way. Now you're telling me I have to break his heart, breaking mine at the same time?" I spat out as the tears began flowing. "Don't be a baby, Louis. Now, go make friends with Eleanor. You're going to be spending a lot of time with her." She perkily said and laughed. I couldn't belive this. I knew I was going to have to put on a brave face but this was too much. Why did I have to be okay at acting? Why me? All I wanted to do was sing.
*end of flashback*
"Only one of you has the same blood type and that's you sweetie." She pointed at Eleanor. I looked at El and saw the guilt on her face. I had guilt written all over mine, too. If I hadn't broken up with Harry, none of this would even be an issue. I could have told him. I could have ruined all of Modest!'s plans. I could have at least let him in on everything, explained I loved him and we just weren't allowed to be with each other right now. Soon. Soon I will tell him. Unless Vanessa forces me to marry Eleanor. Don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful girl and has become a great friend to me, but I don't ever see myself marrying anyone but Harry. He's my soul mate. Without him, I have nothing. And that's not something I can deal with. And now Harry is in the hospital because of me. Because the pain of losing me got too much. I definitely don't deserve him after all I've put him through. He deserves so much better. But I signed a contract. There's nothing more that I can do. Even after he wakes up, he's still going to be thinking about how he lost me, and I'm still going to be "dating" Eleanor and pretending to be happy when on the inside I'm just a bottomless pit of nothing. Not even sadness anymore. I'm not even broken anymore. That damage is done. No, I'm demolished. There's noting left of me. Even after this ridiculous contract is up, Harry won't take me back. I ruined him. All for selfish reasons. All because I didn't tell him Eleanor was being paid as a cover up. All because I watched in silence as he broke to tiny pieces. He was ripped to shreds and even if I figure out which piece goes where, there's no way he will ever be completely okay again. Ever. And it's all my fault. I didn't even realize when night came and Zayn told me we had to leave and visiting hours were over. I just wanted to run to Harry and kiss him and tell him I won't ever leave him. But that's the thing. I will always have to leave him. Because of Vanessa's stupid contract. Because I don't want to ruin everything for the band. After all, they have always been behind me 100%. I can't just ruin their carreers. Zayn strapped me into his car and drove me to my flat. The flat Harry and I used to share. Before things became so bad. Before we were forced apart. Before my life fell off the cliff. I trudged into the flat and went into my room, not even bothering to take off my clothes as I fell onto my bed. In seconds I was out like a light, only dreaming about the memories Harry and I shared.
