Reason #19 I Hate Being Famous: Sex on a Bus? Not Easy
Louis' P.O.V
As soon as I got down on one knee in front of Eleanor I knew Harry had stopped breathing. I wanted so bad to get up and hug him, to tell him that it wasn't real, that I loved him not her. The speech I gave her? I wrote that for Harry. That's what I was going to say to him when I proposed, because trust me, I was going to propose to him.
"Louis! We need to get going! I told the wedding planner that we were going to meet her at 11:00 and it's already 10:30 and we've got quite the drive to the first church." Eleanor calls up to our room. I had moved in with her, not being able to be near Harry after crushing him like I have. Ever since I proposed Eleanor's been much nicer, but she doesn't know I'm acting. I guess I'm pretty good because I even have Harry fooled. Not even he can see that I'm lying through my teeth. I love him so much.
"Coming!" I call down. Why would I marry Eleanor if I love Harry? That's a good question, but you see, I can't put Harry through what would happen if we came out. I know how harsh people can be. Harry's delicate, and sure I'm hurting him, but they would hurt him way more. This is what's best for both of us. I don't think even I could stand the critism of being gay.
I come down the stairs and I head outside, going to the car. I hop into the driver's seat and start the car.
"So where's the address of the first church?" I ask, hooking up the GPS. She hands me a piece of paper and I type it in. I start driving, my thoughts drifitng to Harry and going to see churches with him. I shake my head slightly, not wanting to go there again. I turn on the music but Eleanor turns it back off.
"Why can't I listen to music?" I ask.
"I wanted to ask you something." She starts and I glance over at her.
"About what?"
"Harry."
"I don't really want to talk about him."
"Come on Louis. I just want to ask you some questions."
"No Eleanor. You know he's a sensitive topic. I may be over him but I don't want to talk about him. I'm marrying you okay? Not him." I snap.
"Jesus! Fine! What the hell Louis." She says, mumbling the last part.
"Thanks." I grumble. "Now, can I turn up the music?"
"Actually no. I have to ask you this. Its been eating at me since you basically stopped talking to Harry." She brings it up again and my heart aches.
"Fine. What?" I ask.
"What made you just drop Harry like a hot cup of tea?"
"I realized how much I liked you. And now look where we are. We're getting married El. I love you." I tell her.
"Really? I just feel like it's my fault." Eleanor says. Well no shit.
"Well... you did persuade my feelings at first but now I actually love you."
"Okay. Well that's all I wanted to hear. I love you too baby." She says and kisses my cheek.
"Okay. We're here." I say, quickly shutting off the car and getting out. I take a few deep breaths and wait for Eleanor. I take her hand and lead her inside the church. The wedding planner was sitting in one of the front pews, going through this huge binder.
"Linda?" Eleanor calls and the petite red-head jumps up. She sends a dazzling smile our way.
"Louis! Eleanor! How are you two?" She asks. I nod my head politely as Eleanor responds.
"We're doing good thank you." She has basically taken over. But I'm totally fine with that. This wedding stuff is not what I want to deal with unless it's with Harry. Louis stop that.
"So today we're going to look at churches and then a hall for the wedding reception. I've got 3 churches and 4 places for the reception."
"We can get through 7 places today?" I ask, doubtful.
"I'm good at explantion with detail and talking quickly." She smiles again. I shrug.
"So this church was made in..." My mind is already trailing off, thinking of someone else.
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"I'm so ready for that dinner reservation." I groan after leaving the last hall for the reception. I've had to listen to boring details about different places. I'm pretty sure Eleanor picked out some stuff.
"Oh come on, are you saying you didn't like shopping for places?" She says sarcastically and I laugh.
"Anyways, did you pick the one church and one hall you like best?" She asks.
"Whatever one you pick I'll like El. I don't really care." I shrugged, starting the car. I pull out of the lot and head to the restaurant.
"Really Louis? I want your opinion." Eleanor says.
"Fine. I like the church that was all wood and white tones. Very simple yet elegant. Plus the reception could be at the open hall just a few doors down." I mention. She nodded her head.
"That's actually a really good idea! Should I call Linda and ask her to book it?" Eleanor says, a smile lighting up her face.
"Sure. Sounds great to me." I say, pulling up to the restaurant.
"Awesome." Eleanor says as she gets out of the car. We walk into the restaurant, her hand in mine.
"Table for two?" The hostess asks.
"I made a reservation for two for Tomlinson." I tell the lady and she nods her head.
"Right this way then." We follow her to the best table in the house, just as I had asked. The restaurant is in the country club so we have a beautiful view of the golf course from the second level of the club.
"Wow Louis. I'm impressed." We take a seat and a waiter comes by.
"Can I get you guys anything to drink?"
"We'll take a bottle of tonight's featured wine please." I say before El can order. She raises her eyebrows at me.
"Wine? What's the occasion?" She asks.
"I can't treat my fiance?" I ask, the words tasting bitter as I speak them.
"Oh. Well thank you." Eleanor smiles.
"It's no problem."
"Here is the wine, are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, pouring us each a glass.
"Thank you and yes we are." I start and Eleanor looks at me through squinted eyes.
"We'll take the lobster and seafood feast."
"Excellent. The first course will be out soon." The waiter says before writing it down on a notepad and leaving.
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Definitely a filler chapter... more action will come soon!
it's kind of a crappy chapter for how long it's been but I've been busy and I forget!! you guys should comment and vote to remind me ;)
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30 Reasons I Hate Being Famous (Larry Stylinson) (BoyxBoy)
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?