30 Reasons I Hate Being Famous (Larry Stylinson) (BoyxBoy)

Reason #13

Reason #13 I Hate Being Famous: Staying Hidden Isn't Fun

Louis' P.O.V

"Hey Paul!" I call out before I go to my room. He turns, looking at me.

"Yes?" Paul says before coming towards me. I look back at Eleanor and tell her to go into the room.

"Can I talk to you please? In your room please." He looks at me quizzically before motioning to me to follow him into  his room. I close the door behind us and turn to him.

"We have a problem." I state nervously, wringing my hands.

"We have a problem? Please explain." He says flatly. I sit down beside him on a bed, my leg fidgeting.

"Well... you see..." I stammer, not wanting to confess to what had happened.

"Spit it out god damn it." Paul says, getting frustrated.

"Eleanor found out."

"Found out?" Paul says. "Found out what?" He peers at me.

"About me and Harry."

"Wait, what?" He asks.

"She knows that Harry and I are together."

"How?" He grabs a bottle of water, taking long gulps.

"Well you see... Me and Harry were in the bathroom doing-" I stop myself. "Stuff, when Liam came in. While he was lecturing us Eleanor opened the door to see what was going on and heard what we were doing just a few moments earlier." I explain to him. His lips are in a straight line, and I can't tell what he's thinking.

"Well... What did she say?" He says, his tone not conveying emotion.

"There is now a lot of money and press attention I have to give her." I confess.

"Oh Louis..." Paul says, rubbing a hand across his face. 

"What are we going to do Paul?" I ask, whining a little bit.

"I... I don't know. I will talk to the head of management and see what we can figure out." Paul says, ushering me out of his room.

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Later that night...

"Ready to go El?" I ask, pulling on some shoes. I look up to see her strapping on her heels, looking up. I remembered why I had asked her out in the first place. I mean she was pretty, simple, but pretty. Her plain brown hair and eyes were beautiful but didn't stand out, making her the perfect fake girlfriend.

"Only if I have some jewelry to make this outfit complete." She smiles at me. She's kind of smirking at me. Oh how I wish I could just dump her.

"Of course. One second." I say, handing her the small box I had ordered just this morning on rush. She opens it up, eyes lighting up at the sight of the diamonds I just bought her.

"Oh thank you Louis! I love them." Eleanor gushes.

"I knew you would." I say bluntly. I help her put on the necklace and we leave the hotel, heading outside. We pull up outside a popular restaurant and get out. Suddenly a storm of paparzzi surround us.

"Louis! How are things with you and Eleanor?!"

"Are those diamonds Eleanor?! Did Louis get them for you?!"

"Any big things coming up in your relationship?!' They shout out. We calmly stop for a few pictures before I take her hand and lead her inside. 

"How did you tip them off?" She asks as we're lead to our table.