Reason #11 I Hate Being Famous: The Fights
Harry's P.O.V
I return back to the hotel, unlocking the door and getting inside. I drop my coat on the couch, before grabbing a donut from the open box on the counter and a beer from the mini fridge. I head into the bedroom, finding a shirtless Louis lounging on the bed. He's dozing, small snores escaping his mouth. I drop down on the bed beside him, making him wake slightly. He rubs his eyes, looking around.
"You're back." Louis mumbles, sitting up slightly.
"Yes I am. How was your night?" I ask Louis, running my hands through his hair. He closes his eyes in pleasure.
"A little boring. How did your night go?" He asks me, taking a bite from my donut.
"Well... it was very eventful." I tell him before taking a sip of my beer.
"How so?" He says, sitting up. Louis is totally awake now, sitting up to look at me in curiously.
"I kissed her for the first time, we went clubbing, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and we went to her place." I summarize. He cocks his head, looking at me with a gaze I can't understand.
"You went to her place?" He says, a tone I don't like in his voice. It's like he's an angry parent scolding their child.
"Yeah. Nothing happened though." I reassure him.
"Nothing at all?" Louis asks.
"Nope, nothing." I lie. I couldn't tell him I almost went to second base with her. I know for a fact he's never done anything at all with Eleanor. So I couldn't tell him anything. Just that we kissed.
"Okay. So how is she? Do you think the fans are going to like her?" Louis asks. I nod lightly.
"She's pretty good. I think the fans will eat up our relationship." I tell him honestly. He nods before focusing his attention on the tellie. I leave the room when I hear my phone ring. I grab it and answer it.
"Hello?" I answer, leaning against the counter top.
"Harry?"
"Yes. Who is this?" I ask, confused.
"It's Mark. Do you remember me?" When he mentions his name I remember the man who made me make Mya my girlfriend.
"Yeah. What do you want?" I ask, suddenly irritated.
"Nice choice. Some girl got you two hugging and drinking champagne together on her phone. Posted it on Instagram or Facebook or Twitter and it has spread like wildfire. Good work. We expect to see her at the party on Saturday." He tells me and I hang up. It's just a bunch of bullshit I hear all the time anyway. I don't want to hear what he has to say. I make my way back into the room and undress, getting under the covers. Before I can overthink the lies I'm feeding to the fans, I fall asleep.
The next morning
"Haz. Harry. It's time to get up. We're leaving in a few." I hear Louis say, my body being shaken awake.
"I'm up. I'm up." I mumble, pulling the covers over my head. Louis laughs before ripping the covers from my body. I curl into a ball, whimpering.
"Louis!" I whine, and he wraps his arms around me.
"I know babe. But we have to go soon." He places a kiss to my forehead before I feel his arms leave my body. I get up then and get into the shower.
"Harry, are you almost done? We have to be on the bus in 15 minutes." Louis calls into the bathroom.
"Yeah. I'm done now." I call back while shutting off the water. I step out and dry off. I blow dry my hair and style it before getting dressed. I pack up all my stuff before turning to Louis.
"Ready?" He asks me and I nod. We head out of the room and down to the lobby where the other boys were waiting.
"You princesses finally ready to go?" Niall asks, laughing. I roll my eyes.
"As ready as ever." I say and we go outside, the bus sitting there. Luckily there were only a few fans so we signed some autographs and talked to the them for a few minutes. Then we got onto the bus to go to who knows where. I got a text from management as soon as I settled in. I sighed.
Management: We've already bought a plane ticket for your girl to come to the party. We need some mailing info though.
Harry: Her name is Mya Redfield. Her address is '285 Lowton Road'. So you can send it to her and maybe send something elegant too. Her clothes are a little more revealing than that party permits.
Management: Alright. We will then. Thanks Harry.
I throw my phone down on the couch before getting up and going over to the bunks. I climb into my bunk before falling back asleep.
A few hours later
I wake to the sound of my phone buzzing, an unfamiliar number on the screen.
"Hello?" I say, voice groggy.
"Harry?" A females voice asks.
"Yeah. Who's this?" I say, propping myself up on my elbow.
"It's Mya. I was contacted by a man named Mark. You know him?" She says.
"Mhmm... He's one of the guys from our management. What did he want?" I groan, crawling out of my bunk.
"Just to let me know about the big fancy party on Saturday. And that they're sending me a dress even! It's gonna be great!" She gushes. I smile at her excitement. I head into the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting out a bottle of water. Mya continues to ramble on about the party (that was only in like 2 days) as I took a drink. Louis comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me and I turn my head to tell him to be quiet.
"Who is it?" He mouths.
"Mya." I mouth back silently. He nods his head as I take his hand and lead him over to the couch.
"So anyways... What are you doing right now?" Mya asks me and I pull away from Louis to answer her.
"Just hanging with Louis. The other boys are probably playing games or watching movies at the back of the bus." I tell her. I feel Louis' lips at my neck.
"Listen baby, I gotta go. Managment wants to discuss stuff for the tour." I tell her, pretty rushed as I feel Louis' hands sliding under my shirt.
"Okay! Text you later!" She says before hanging up. I turn around in my seat and pull him to me. I pull his shirt off quickly, kissing along his neck and up to his mouth. My hands trace along his back and he starts to pull my shirt up.
"Boys. Please stop." We hear and break apart after one last kiss. Paul stands at the open door and I just noticed the bus had stopped. "Because guess what? Someone's hear to see you."
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FanfictionThere are many reason I hate being famous. The main one? I can't be with the one I love. Why? Because it will "wreck my image". All I want is to be happy. But I can't be happy if I'm not with him. I love him. Why can't other people just allow it?