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"NO! Harry, I mean it!!" Louis screamed for what felt like the hundredth time. When was Harry going to get it? Louis couldn't be persuaded to do every little thing that mop-headed teenager tried to make him do! He wasn't going to sign any contract and he sure as hell wasn't going to sign one that meant he'd have to hide his feelings for Harry.

"Lou, please. I know it sucks, but it's not forever. Your manager is right. It's what's best for your career and I won't be the thing that jeopardizes your success." Harry wore that sad expression he sometimes did when they fought. Sometimes his face was just blank. Louis noticed though, he noticed how Harry never got mad at him. No matter how loud Louis was or how unreasonable, Harry never raised his voice. He simply watched Louis quietly until he had said what he wanted to say. Never blinking or sighing or treating Louis like the drama queen everyone (himself included) knew him to be. It was the little things like this that had made Louis Tomlinson, the 21 year old pop star, fall in love with the curly headed baker from Holmes Chapel.

Louis sighed as he absorbed Harry's words and tried with all he had to see things from management's point of view. How could he abandon Harry like that? How could he let his career come before love? Louis always prided himself on his high esteem for love and commitment; could he really give up his basic principles for something as petty as fame? The answer was no. One hundred percent no. But he would, not for the sake of his career, but for the sake of the owner of the emerald eyes that bored into his own orbs. He knew this was what Harry wanted; he also knew Harry would blame himself if they came out and Louis's career was affected. With another deep sigh, Louis sagged his head in defeat. Which was a common occurrence when he was put up against the undoubtedly God-like Harry Styles.

"Okay..." he uttered, a barely audible whisper. When he didn't receive a response, Louis looked up just in time to see Harry closing the small distance between the two of them before his lips came cascading down upon Louis's. Louis could feel the desperation and gratitude in Harry's kiss as he moved his mouth expertly against Louis's. Louis's head began to go fuzzy and his worries about management and having to have a "beard" seemed to melt away as Harry gently licked his way into Louis's mouth. Harry moaned as he was granted access and Louis leaned forward to grind his crotch into Harry's.

"Shi- Lou- I love you.... so.. much." Harry managed as Louis pinned him against the nearest wall in the large hotel room they were both currently staying at.

"Mmmmm you're only saying that because you got your way... again." Louis breathed against his neck with a slight chuckle, continuing his slow torture with his hips. Harry gently pushed Louis forward a little, preventing him from continuing with his humping escapades; he let out a whine. Harry didn't smile though; a serious look had taken over his features.

"You believe me though, don't you? No matter what choice you make, I can't stop loving you. It's physically impossible Louis. You're part of me." Harry stared into Louis's eyes, which normally made Louis really uncomfortable. He didn't like the feeling that everyone was watching his every move. It was different with Harry though, he was mesmerized by his deep green spheres and gave a slight nod to signal his understanding of Harry's feelings for him. Honestly, he didn't know why Harry loved him so much. At first he had considered that it had been his name being on seventy five percent of all the billboards in the US and England, but once he realized Harry didn't even know who he was, he had had a hard time trying to ascertain why exactly the boy seemed to enjoy him so much. He wasn't complaining by any means, he knew Harry loved him and that was enough for Harry it seemed. Harry smiled, seeming satisfied with Louis's reply and leaned in to continue their earlier endeavors when a knock came at the door.