Only Half True

Part 19- Drama

I took a walk everyday as news of ‘Elounor’s engagement flooded the press; no wonder they wanted Louis to seem serious about her. I looked at the many pictures of Louis and Eleanor in the magazines that always rested on the counter at the coffee shop I often visited. Anyone who knew him like I did could tell the smile was forced and the kisses had no spark. The few remaining Larry shippers claimed the photos were fake and the story was a lie, but I knew the situation were all too real. Management had managed to break the spirit of Louis ‘Tommo’ Tomlinson; the boy who would claimed to never grow up and always managed to made the world laugh. I let a tear pool at the bottom of my eye, “Smile for me, my Superman…”

In my daze-like state, I didn‘t notice the manager of the shop come over to me. “So, are you a Louis’ girl?” I looked up from the pages, “What?” “You know, a fan girl for Louis Tomlinson.” he said, gesturing to the picture of Louis and Eleanor on the cover. “You could say that…” I said, looking at the release date of the magazine; a month ago when the news was first released.

Today was June 16th; 5 days to go if Harry was to keep his promise, which I highly doubted. I now truly understood why he wouldn’t tell the world about me. It wasn’t because he was ashamed of me; he was afraid of what his image would look like after the world learned that I existed. That he had lied for so long about his family. I no longer cared about what Harry’s image looked like, though. I had cared too long about that. All I cared about was freedom, for both me and my Romeo.

I was torn from my thoughts again by the man saying, “You know that’s an old magazine. There was this big scandal that made the head lines this week.” “About Louis?” I asked, looking back at him. He nodded and handed me the magazine that was on top of the stack he was carrying.

One the front cover, I read the headline, “Louis Tomlinson’s Fiancée, Eleanor Calder, caught cheating with One Direction band mate! Story on page 5.” I flipped to that page and read the story, before paying for my tea and magazine, and running outside. I made a call to Louis on my way home, hoping to sort the entire story out. He picked up after two rings, “Hello?” “Romeo, it’s me.” I said, so happy to hear Louis’ voice again; the last time we had talked was 3 months ago and I missed him like crazy. “Juliet?” he asked, like he didn’t trust his own ears, “Oh, I miss you so much.” “And I you…” I replied, “I’m gonna be home in ten minutes or so…” “Wait? Home?” Louis asked; right, he didn’t know about my resent escape. “Yeah. Will you be able to skype me then? I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.” “Deal.” he replied, “I’m heading for the hotel now. I’ll skype you.” “Ok, Talk to you then.” I said, “I love you…” “I love you more.” he said, before the line went dead.

I walked up the steps of my house, unlocked the door, and walked inside. I picked up my laptop from the table it was laying on and brought it upstairs to my room. When I was finally comfortable, I received a skype call. I answered it and Louis, who was wearing pajamas, filled the screen “Sky.” He said, with a smile, “I miss you…” “I miss you too.” I replied, “So, whose gonna ask the first question?” “I will.” he said, “How did you convince Harry to let you out of solitude?” My smile dropped and I told him about our fight. “Oh, that sucks…” Louis said, “But at least you’re free… sort of.”

“Yeah…” I replied, “I wish you could have some too. Speaking of…” I showed him the tabloid cover, “Another publicity stunt?” He sighed, “Not really. Eleanor has been in a relationship with Liam since we started to ‘date’.” “That’s why she said, you weren’t her type.” I commented. He nodded, “She told me that too. She complains that I don’t take things seriously.” I laughed, “Sounds like what Liam used to tell you.” He laughed too; man, I had missed that laugh. “Yeah…” he finally said, after his laugher had died down and was replaced with a thoughtful expression, “Anyway, El had spent the night at Liam’s place and press found out.” He sighed again, “Why can they just leave us alone…” I shook my head, “I don’t know… if they did, I’d fly to where ever you are right now, and kiss your lips repeatedly.” “Oh, don’t tease me.” He said, a smirk dancing along his lips, teasing me as well, “Besides, you don’t need to fly. We’re in London.” “Oh…” I said, pleasantly shocked, “Why are you there?” “We have one more interview before going home.” He said, “Perhaps, I could sneak away from the press for a few hours and visit you.”

My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach; he was so close, but could only sneak over for a few hours? Maybe? Why couldn’t things be like they used to? Suddenly, I remembered my sketch.