COVERED

Chapter 4

Louis's POV

One look, only one look and I knew this girl wouldn't be one of the liked ones.

She was gorgeous, yes, but there was something about her that didn't seem reassuring. If our fans sense even the slightest bit of anything but love, she'll be done.

And Harry, god, how is he going to feel about this.

He's gonna take it harder than I am. I know he wasn't nearly as bad as I imagined when I told him, but that night was horrible.

He was sobbing in my arms in bed and wouldn't stop. He just kept asking why. He wasn't really asking me, because I'm pretty sure he knew that I had no idea.

Why us? Why can't we be that group that makes people like gays? Why do we have to be like every other manufactured boy band when it comes to relationships? We are so different in other ways. We all have completely different voices, but we all harmonize perfectly. We all have totally different styles, but we are seen as one. Why can't we all have our own personal relationships? It's really just not fair and I have nobody else to blame but modest.

I've only looked at "Eleanor" once so far, and I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want to be reminded of who will cover up my boyfriend.

Robert just keeps talking and honestly, I can't even comprehend what he's saying because all I can do is cry.

I know I look like a pussy but literally all I feel right now is pure sorrow. I didn't know this emotion could consume me as much as it did. It's eating me alive and I can't do anything about it.

"Louis?" I hear someone say.

I look up from my bunched up sleeve filled with tears to see the girl staring into my eyes.

"Would you be okay with me taking this offer?" She asks.

What the fuck. No I'm not okay with you taking it. You're ruining my life.

"Yeah." I answer.

She signs the contract and slides the pen and papers over to me.

"Once you write your name on that contract, there's no turning back," Nialls words play over and over in my head.

I pick up the pen and sign my name.

I'm doing it for the fans, but mainly my brothers.

I stand up to storm out of the room, but as does the girl, and she beats me to the door.

"I'm sorry." She tells me, I can truly hear the sympathy in her voice, but she signed that contract and as did I.

This isn't her fault, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

If I was in her position, struggling to pay Uni and only working at Starbucks, then I would do the same thing.

Instead I'm a gay member of the worlds biggest boyband.

"It's not your fault. It's those dickheads that call themselves management. I wish they would just let me and Harry be free. But I guess when you love something, you have to let it go, right?"

"I'm sorry, Louis. It really shouldn't be like this." Is the last thing I hear before I rush out of the building and into my car.

As soon as I shut the car door I dial Harry's number.

I hear two rings then hang up. I can't do this, I can't be one to give news over the phone. That's just flat out rude.

*I'll be home in ten.

I text him.

*I'd like a copy of the contract I've just signed. Also, a full description of that girl is needed ASAP

I text Paul.

Ill just stop by the grocery store and get some ice cream, what's bad news when you have ice cream?

I pull into the store and I'm suddenly surrounded by girls.