POV - Louis
Word Count: A pathetic 1478
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I took a deep breath, relaxing into the cold, leather chair. My fingers tapped on the arm-rests as I concentrated on the ticking clock hanging on the sterile, white wall. I rolled my neck, cracking it. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the wooden conference table. A tall, burly man walked in carrying a stereotypical leather briefcase. He approached me holding out his pale hand, "Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson". I scanned him up and down, responding in a grunt. He raised an eyebrow, wiping his hand on his gray suit. He sat down on the opposite side of the long table, setting his briefcase out in front of him. He looked up at me with his old brown eyes. "What do you want, Thomas?", I growled. Thomas pressed his lips together, inhaling deeply. "Well, Loui-", he started. I quickly cut him off and raise my voice, "Are you going to tell me why that bitch gets to be with Harry?" He smiled a bit, his wrinkles from aging tightening around his dry lips.
"Mr. Tomlinson..", he said weakly. I stood up, slamming my hands on the table. "Tell me now", I said loudly. "Well, you see, the publicist at Modest thinks that we are losing money because of you and Harry", Thomas started off. I rolled my eyes, sitting back down, "Why because homophobic people can't stand love?" He took another deep breath. "Don't be difficult. I want to get out of here as much as you do. Anyways, back to the subject. We were going to hire an actress for one of you boys to 'date'. But, the accident attracted Ms. Schwartz, becoming the as you can say, 'beard'. Unfortunately, she went as far as marriage and a child together. Since she doesn't work with Modest, we can't control her actions and words. We also can't tell her to leave an convince Harry the truth. This could cause great confusion for Mr. Styles and be dangerous. You see, he could forget more important issues."
I felt like banging my head against the table. I looked at him straight in his dull eyes. "More important issues?! Are you saying that this isn't important? The whole reason why we are here?", I cried out. "Louis, we both know that we can't have the wrong sexualities in this band. It's all about the impression you make to the media", Thomas said coolly. I rubbed my hand across my face in exhaustion and replied, "It's not a bad thing to be gay or bi or whatever sexuality there is other than straight. You can't just force a sexuality on us because of the media". Thomas clasped his hands together, resting them on his briefcase. "I know that you're upset-" I interrupted, "Upset?! I'm furious!"
Thomas licked his lips and opened the briefcase slowly. "If you can just sign this contract then we both will be on our ways", he said dryly. I squinted me eyes, "What kind of contract?" He smirked a little, "Oh nothing that you would understand." I stood up, "Then why do I have to sign it?". He inhaled sharply, "It's just publicity stuff. Please I have many things to do." I pushed my chair back about to leave, "Are you trying to make me sign a contract meaning that I'm not allowed to be gay?" Thomas spoke harshly, "Mr. Tomlinson, maybe you should think about the rest of your band. How would they feel that you and Mr. Styles sexualities ruined their career? Hm?" I muttered a small, 'Oh'. I haven't thought of that.. Maybe Thomas was right. I sat back down, the burly man sliding the contract and a pen to me. He grinned, making me want to punch him.
After I scratched my name down on the damn contract I stood up and left. I officially hated everything.
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POV- Harry
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"Mr. Styles, visiting hours are over", said Jenna the nurse as she popped her head through the door. I smiled and said, "Thanks J!" Izzie looked at me and made a pouting face, sticking out her plump, bottom lip. I sighed, "Don't look at me like that. You know I can control the hospital rules." She shrugged her petite shoulders, "I guess so.. It's not like your the Harry Styles or anything". I rolled my eyes as she bent down and placed a kiss on my cheek. I said a small, 'bye'. She turned around to tell Caspar to say goodbye. The young boy climbed up on my bed and giggled, "Bye da-da!" I grinned, "Bye bud, be good for your mummy!" I raise my hand, Caspar giving a high-five. I pulled his head down, giving it a kiss. Izzie picked him up and waved goodbye with flirtatious fingers. I turned to watch them leave, but the pain was too much. I groaned and slumped in my bed.
The door clicked shut and the only noise that was in room 228 was my heart-monitor. I took a deep breath, looking around with boredom. It's been a long week filled with multiple headaches from remembering everything. The thing I remember the most is the overwhelming wave of fame and fans. My mind swarmed with thoughts and memories until Louis popped up. What was his deal? I felt like everyone was hiding something about him from me. Maybe he was a convict, yeah, and maybe it was his fault I'm in this dump. "Harry...Harry, Earth to Harry" I pinched my eyes shut and reopened them, seeing Dr. Carmichael. "Oh, sorry... I was just..", I muttered. The doctor smiled clicked his pen and scribbled something down on his clipboard. "What're you writing down?", curiosity getting the best of me. He just shrugged, "Just filling out information like your name and blood type. Just to get this paperwork done."
I nodded slowly, tapping my finger to the beat of the heart-monitor. "Oh...", I then got excited, "When do you think I'll be able to leave?" Dr. Carmichael looked up from his clipboard, "Well, it really depends how quickly you'll heal. How's your head feeling?" I shrugged, "A few headaches here and there, but probably from remembering everything." He nodded, writing down what I said. As his pen scratched he said, "And your stomach area?" I frowned, "To be honest it still hurts a lot. I think it's gotten a bit better, but it still kills." He smiled, "Not to worry about, Harry. I would say about a week and maybe a few days just to be safe. Unfortunately, your stomach will still have pain by then, but not as harsh. You've been doing great at remembering things. In a few days I think you will have a proffesional come in to help you remember everything." I smiled a little, "I guess that's good." Dr. Carmichael pulled a black IPhone out of his coat pocket and said, "Here, this is yours. Modest is letting you on the internet again. But, don't be on it too long because it can make you think or remember the wrong things. I think they set 'Parent Controls' on so they can see when and what number you text, call, or skype. Also, they allow you on the internet until a certain time of day." I groaned, "I'm not a child. And it's my phone that I paid for." Dr. Carmichael frowned a little, "Harry, you know they are only trying to protect you. Anyways, a nurse will stop by in a few minutes to fill your IV. See you tomorrow moring."
When he left, I immediately unlocked my phone. I pursed my lips, thinking of what to do. I opened twitter and got bombed with probably a million notifications. I looked at the trends.
#harryisalive
#fuckyouizzie
#weloveizzie
#hizzie
#casparisadorable
#poorlouis
Poor Louis? What do they mean by that? I composed a new tweet say, "Guess who's back again?" I pressed 'tweet' and immediately fans retweeted, replied, and favorited. I logged out of twitter and decided to text Izzie to tell her that I love her. That's what husbands do, right...? I looked through my contacts, but she wasn't there. That's weird. I shrugged, locking my phone and putting it on the side-table. I grunted from the sharp pain, slumping deeper under my covers. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.
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K so this chapter was a major filler. Ugh im sorry but it had to be done.
Also, I have writer's block
anyways hope u enjoyed it somehow even tho i wanted to vomit all over this chapter as i was writing it. idk when the next chapter will come out. maybe in a few days, maybe in a week, or in a few months. who knows. k bye.
~S
