My Name? My name is Harry Styles.
Harold Edward Styles to be exact.
And I'm proud to admit, I'm in love with Louis Tomlinson. Yup. You heard me. Louis Tomlinson from One Direction.
But you tell me Louis has a girlfriend ?
Yes. Yes he does. At least, that's what he wants you to think. He wants you all to believe it. But much to my pleasure, some of you don't.
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I was sitting in the back of the tour bus, scrolling through my twitter feed, chuckling at some of the random, awkward, hilarious tweets.
"Harry! Harry ! Harry!" I hear Niall call, Thumping footsteps getting closer and closer to me, until I could see the blonde boy standing before me a mischievous Grin playing on the corners of his lips. I look up from my phone and give him a questioning look,
"What is it, Niall?" I spat causing Niall to Jump Back Slightly as if venom was spitting out of my mouth. I hadn't been myself lately since Louis got his new 'girlfriend' Eleanor.
"I-I.." Niall Whispered, His Voice Shaky And Full of clear Fear. I sigh and relax myself slightly, this wasn't right, I was being so mean to the poor boy. I force a smile onto my lips,
"What's up, Ni?" I ask causing Niall to furrow his eyebrows at the sudden mood change I had.
"I-I.... I was just coming to tell you... Louis wants you to meet him in the studio..." Niall stutters, his voice shaky and weary.
"Pfft... Tell him to come get me himself and get off his lazy arse!" I Say Slowly, my voice emotionless.
"Harry... He seems upset.." Niall mumbles, staring at his feet.
"Fine, Fine. Love you Ni." I mutter, hugging the boy slightly as I stood up and walked out, towards the small recording studio which was placed in the front of the bus.
I trudged down the bus hallway; my mind completely blank.
Why did Louis want to see me ?
As I entered the small recording studio, I noticed the boy sitting on the couch, his head buried deep into his hands, his breathing unsteady and heavy. His body twitching.
I didn't say anything. I just stood there; watching him.
Louis must've somehow noticed my presence and lowered his hands from his red puffy eyes. He'd been crying.
"Harry.." Louis began, patting the space beside him; signalling for me to sit next to him. I sighed and wandered over to him, taking the seat beside him.
Louis took a glance at me before intaking a very sharp breath.
"Harry... I'm so sorry.." He choked out; the tears beginning to flow down his face.
"w-what?.." I whisper; my own voice shaking, though , I didn't even know why.
"I.. I... Management..." He whimpered out, his eyes snapping shut. Management had been really horrible to Louis lately, they'd always pick on him. I don't know why; it was always Louis they were after.
"What about them L-Lou?" I whisper questioningly, my hands clenching slightly - I hated management, they were useless. The only thing they could achieve was to create distress.
"I-I'm not allowed t-to speak to you a-anymore... Or sit near you in interviews.. We are to tell the fans that..-" that's when he began sobbing harder; "larry has r-ruined our lives... And you and I's relationship.." He hiccuped.
A low growl left my lips, those fuckers ruined everything to be blatantly honest. But most importantly ,
They'd ruined Louis Tomlinsons life.
My best friend.
