When in Pittsburgh

Chapter Fourteen- Same Mistakes

Louis' POV

I stormed off the side of the stage shoving past two security guards and a couple management guys. Seeing them makes me even more upset. Tears are now falling freely down my face. I don't want anyone to see me like this, especially not any of the boys. I don't even want to think about what just happened. I walk out the back entrance of the arena. What I need to do now is get back to my trailer and just rela...

"Why hello there handsome." A women's high pitched voiced causes me to leap backwards. Since I'm staring at the ground all I see of her is her 5 inch pink heels. I sniff and fake a cough trying to make my running nose and teary eyes look like I just had a cold. "Oh hello." I say brushing my face with my hands, still trying to cover up the fact that I have been crying. "Wonderful concert! Just wonderful! I'm Tessa Clement!" I can tell that she has stuck her hand out to shake mine and I know that I will have to look up now.

"It's great to meet you. Not to be rude but I can't really talk right now, I'm quite tired and my band mates are waiting for me." "Oh I'm sure you can spare just a minute!" Her fake cheery voice annoys the hell put of me. "Actually I really can't I promised the boys and..." "Actually I think you need to listen to me now Liam." She interrupts me with a bitchy voice that very different from the voice she first talked to me with. "Uhh my name is Louis not Liam." I tell her, surprised with her attitude. "Ohh, whatever Louis, Liam whatever it doesn't make a difference. Actually now that I think about it, it might make a difference in the article." "What article?"

My eyes snap to hers and I see an evil glint in her brown eyes. I realize how stupid I have been. Of course she's a reporter! She's even got a pad and pen in her hand and a briefcase. How did she get in here? We aren't allowed to talk to reporters without the other boys.

"Oh now I've got your attention do I?" She smiles a flashy too-white-teeth smile that makes my insides churn. "I saw you! I know that you and that other band member are gay! I was in there while you were making out and..." She shudders. "This will ruin your whole career." I lick my lips over and over again. I feel like I'm about to throw up. This cannot be happening, I cannot have let this happen. I bite down hard on my lip until I taste blood. Finally I spit out, "What proof do you have?" The women smiles her evil smile again and reaches into her briefcase. She takes out her iPhone and plays a video. It's from a few minutes ago.

First I hear Harry and I fighting and then... ouch, Harry shoves me into the wall and starts kissing me hard. And then I'm, what!? I kissed him back? It had felt like it was all him back there but in this video I can clearly see that I am running my fingers through his beautiful curls and kissing him back just as hard as he had kissed me. There is no doubt that this is me and Harry. No way what we could pretend it wasn't us. Then the video is over and Miss. Clement pulls the phone far away from me. I swallow and feel tears burning the corners of my eyes. This was it, I had finally ruined it for the whole band. We were finished! No one would buy another CD or go to another concert.

"Aww don't cry little boy." Her fake chirpy voice is back and then all the anger rushes to my core and I just want to rip that stupid smile off her face and tear the phone out of her hands. "You know you can do something for me. I don't have to tell the world your little secret." "You've probably already sent that video to a hundred news stations and already have a headline in your head." I growl. "Well it is true that I have a headline in my head..." She giggles a hideous giggle that makes my head feel like it's going to split open. "But no I haven't sent it to anyone yet." I grind my teeth together, hard. Through gritted teeth I ask, "What do you want then?" "Oh nothing much, just $20 million." She says batting her eyelashes. $20 million! My mouth drops open. She must be joking, that's ridiculous. But the look on her face tells me that she is serious. $20 million is a lot of money even for huge boy bands like One Direction. No way could I get even half that much from management without them noticing. She must be able to tell from my face. No way in hell.

"I see how it is." She takes out her cell phone, selects the video and types in a number. Her finger hovers over the send button. "I'll ask you for the money one last time. If you can get it for me by next week I will let you delete this video. And I can promise you no one will ever see this...shit. But... if you say no this video is being sent to none other than NBC for America and whatever big station you have... over there." Blood is pulsing through my arms and legs and my head feels like it might explode. I make fists with both my hands. I know that there is no way I can get the money. No bloody way.

"Fine, I understand money is hard to come by for you billionaire boy-banders ." She smirks. I stare at her with wide eyes. She won't do it. She's been bluffing. She won't actually send the video. "Think I'm kidding do you?" She asks as though she can read my mind. "Well I'm not. And you'll see that when you and that curly assed fag are..." I can't take it any longer. I dig my fingernails into both her arms and shove her to the ground, grabbing the phone out of her hand. Quickly I exit out of the message and on "camera roll" delete the video.

Then I look down. Her arm is bleeding where I shoved her into ground and my nails actually left imprints where they went into her skin. Wow they weren't even that long. Never underestimate the power of fingernails. I am shaking and I glance behind me but luckily no one is around. I can't believe that had just happened. Miss. Clement is glaring at me with eyes like fire. But the scariest thing about her is that she is smiling that creepy evil smile again.

"Fuck you." She whispers as she get to her feet. I back away from her and throw her phone to her. She catches it and shakes her head. "Honestly I don't need the proof. I know now that you're gay and I'm going to be watching you very closely from now. Pretend that you're not in love, go ahead, but when you slip up I'll expose you. And then no one will go to your concerts and your songs won't go to the top of the charts. You will be nobodys again. Who would ever want to listen to a gay boy-band." She laughs a hard cruel laugh and walks away limping slightly because one of her heels had broken. I can't believe what came over me! I've never acted like that before! That'll teach her to call my boyfriend a fag! I mean call me a fag.

My brain feels all foggy. That was a really really close call. Now there was even more evidence that me and Harry cannot be together. Not in any contact together without the boys around. It was all for the best. I start walking towards my trailer. So much had happened in the course of 15 minutes. I have to get my mind off Harry. There must be something I can do! I need to prove to myself that I don't love him anymore.

I start to feel the burning in my eyes again but I slap myself on the cheek hard. Through the pain I smile because someone is looking at me through my trailer window. It's Jenna. And oh my god does she look sexy. All she's wearing is a pair of super short tye-dye shorts and tight pink T-shirt with the words Princess in curly writing across the front. All thoughts about Harry leave my mind. We're doing it tonight.