I rubbed my eyes and put my legs over the side of the bed. I felt terrible. Maybe I should just go home. Forget about all this. I mean there's no way this was real. Right? This was all just a dream. Lou is gonna stay in the band. He didn't tell me he hurts himself last night. There's just no way. I heard a knock on the door.
"Go away..." I groaned. I looked around Harry's room. Maybe I could just live in here forever. I mean Harry is awesome, he'd take care of me. I'd be sorta like a pet. Wait. No. Not a pet. That's just weird.
Another two knocks.
"C'mon babe. Let me in." Louis voice cooed from the other side of the door. I groaned again.
"It's unlocked." I ran my hands through my hair. I didn't really want to talk to him right now. I don't think I could have a normal conversation with him, knowing that management wants him gone, and not burst into tears. The door creaked open then gave a slight click when Louis stepped in and closed it.
"You alright, love? That was quite a scene you made." He sat down next to me, draping his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me close to him and laid his head on mine. The warmth that always hovered around his body could comfort even the most savage of beasts. But today, it made me cringe. I couldn't look him in the eye, even though I tried my level best to. I opened my mouth to speak, but was choked. A lump, a sob, stuck in my throat. I made no noise, so I shut my mouth.
"What happened?" Louis pulled me on his lap and cradled me. Sort of as if I were a baby. I relaxed in his arms and let my head rest heavily against his shoulder. I took in a breath and let it out slowly.
"I can't tell you..." It physically hurt me to say that again. I've already said it, and I hurt one of the people I love most. And now, the one person in the world I know I absolutely could not live without, I'm going to hurt as well. He stayed quiet for a moment, then kissed my nose.
"Okay." He said flatly. "That's alright. Is there anything I can do?" I shook my head. And it was the truth. There really was nothing he could do. He couldn't just waltz up to Marco and demand that he stay in the band. If he wanted Louis out of the band, there's no way he would listen to what Louis had to say. That thought sent a stabbing pain throughout my entire body. Performing was Louis' life. Those four boys were his life as well. There's no way I could go on living with Louis having no reason to. Louis was my life. And I wouldn't have someone destroy it. I was going to do something about this. No matter what the cost.
