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

Reason #17

Reason #17 I Hate Being Famous: There's No Down Time

Louis' P.O.V

"No. I'm sorry Harry but no." I tell him.

"But why not?" He asks, frustrated. "If we come out, then those photos are basically worthless."

"We're at the peak of our career. We can't just come out or we'll only go downhill. I can't let Liam, Zayn, and Niall down. It's not fair to them." I explain.

"Coming out would just get us more publicity!"

"But we would lose fans and our management could drop us."

"We hate our management!"

"But we need them! Face it Harry, this just wouldn't work." I exclaim before getting up and storming out of the coffee shop, leaving Harry there defeated.

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Harry's P.O.V

Louis and I haven't talked in too long. He's like a zombie. The only time he actually looks happy is when we are performing. I don't know what to do. Louis looks grey almost, like he's not sleeping anymore. I don't know the last time he had pink in his cheeks.

"Harry." I turn towards the person who said my name. Mya.

"Yeah?" I ask her, the only person who understands the pain I'm going through.

"You need to eat. You're looking green again." She tells me, pushing a plate of fruit towards me. I absent-mindedly pick at it.

"Harry please." She pleads me. Mya's been treating me like a baby. But I can't say I hate it. She's the one keeping up my appearance so the fans can't pick up on it.

"Harry. Did you hear what I just said?" She asks me. I shake my head and she sighs before continuing. "Mark from management called while you were in the shower and he's very happy with our relationship but we need to go out more. He's arranged for some paparazzi to take photos of us when we go out for supper tonight."

"Okay." I say quietly. She gets up from the bed to go the bathroom but I stop her.

"Hey Mya?"

"Yeah Harry?" 

"I don't why Louis won't talk to me. It's been weeks since our little arguement in that café but he barely looks at me. I love him so much and it pains me to see him like this." I say. She tries to hide the surprise on her face at the fact I actually started a conversation. She's been having one-sided conversations with herself for a while now. I just don't have the want to speak. The only time I've really used my voice is to sing at the concerts.        

"I don't know why either Haz. I know he loves you, he's just going through a hard time." Mya tells me, giving me a hug.

"So am I! Why does he get to be the mopey one who everyone feels bad for!? I need him and he's abandoned me! He broke my heart when he left me in that stupid café!" My voice starts to raise. She raises her eyebrows at me.

"Harry, I need you to calm down." Mya says in a quiet voice.

"I'm so mad at him! I need him and he isn't here for me! I tried to talk to him but Eleanor gave him one look and he totally ignored me! I fucking hate her!" I yell. Mya sits beside me, putting a comforting hand on my leg. I continue to rant, when a knock comes at the door. Mya gets up and opens the door, Paul coming in.

"What's going on?" Paul asks, looking at my tear covered cheeks and red-face.

"Harry is finally getting out his emotions." Mya explains. I look at Paul and he gives me a look of pity.

"I love him Paul. I love him so much. But he's ignoring me. Kissing her and hugging her and telling her that he loves her right in front of me! I need him! But he's abandoned me!" I cry.

"One second, I'll be right back." Paul says, leaving the room and coming back in moments, towing Louis in behind him. Louis looks at me and tries to leave, Paul blocking the way.

"Sit down." Paul orders Louis and he starts to make his way to the other side of the room but Paul grabs his arm.

"There." He points to the open spot beside me and Louis goes there, except he sits as far away from me on the bed as possible.

"Louis. Talk. Now." Paul says, crossing his arms.

"About what?" He says really quietly.

"Why you've been avoiding Harry. He needs you." Paul says, motioning towards me.

"I just don't like him anymore. I'm with Eleanor now. I love her." Louis says, avoiding my eyes until his last sentence. I feel my heart shatter in my chest.

"W-what?" I stutter, getting to my feet.

"In fact, I was supposed to meet her downstairs until I was so rudely grabbed." Louis glares at Paul, who has shock written across his face. "Goodbye. And Harry?"

"What?" I say, my voice small.

"Don't even think of trying to 'get me back'," He airquotes before continuing, "I don't want to be with you. You ruined this friendship by telling me you love me. I was pretending this whole time in order to keep you happy and keep the band together. I'm straight." He spits the word at me before leaving. I drop to my knees, my head in my hands. I start to cry, sobs violently wracking my body.          

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Louis' P.O.V

Just like history repeating itself, I leave a defeated Harry alone with my words. Once out in the hallway a tear slips down my cheek. It's all her fault I'm doing this. I'd do anything to get Harry back. Well almost. I won't come out. I try to appear strong but I can't open myself up to the world for ridicule. Once in the elevator my phone rings. I take a deep breath before answering.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Her voice comes through the line.

"I'm coming down now. Paul needed to talk to me."

"What about."

"Nothing too important. Don't worry about it."

"Hurry down. I don't like waiting Louis."

"I know Eleanor. I'll be there in a minute." I tell her and hang up. The elevator opens and I come out, joining her.

"Finally." She huffs.

"I'm here now. Where are we going anyway?" I ask her.

"I'll tell you in the car." She says and I follow her out to the limo waiting for us.

"A limo? The only people who send us limos are-"

"Management." Eleanor finishes for me.

"Okay Eleanor, where are we going?" I ask, turning to look at her.

"We have a meeting with Mark and his team. Something about us." She waves her hand and I gulp. Meetings about "us" are never good.

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