LOUIS' P.O.V.
"I know, El. I just hate to think what he's really doing. He tells me he's okay, but I know he isn't. At least I was exiled to France with one of my best friends. He's been stuck in London, pretending to have fun with all these models that he can't stand."
"I know, Lou. But, you guys talk every night and we only have two weeks left here. I think we've taken enough pictures to make management happy for the rest of our lives."
"HA! As long as Harry and I are gay, there could never be enough."
We laugh and I take a sip of my pina colada.
"El, do you know how much of a life saver you've been for us?"
"Yes, Louis, I do. And it was worth it, even before Modest started to pay me."
I gave her a knowing look and she corrected herself.
"Okay, the money is nice, since I can't really have a steady real boyfriend and all, but I got 5 best friends out of the deal, 7 if you count Perrie and Gemma."
I still can't believe everything Eleanor did for us before management found out that all of the rumors were true.
Flashback:
"Harry," the sound of my alarm stirs me but I don't feel awake at all. I force my eyes open and look at the clock. 7:21.
"FUCK, Harry. Get up, now! We woke up late."
Harry jumps up in bed but looks around the room sleepily. I crawl over and place a light kiss on his lips, bringing him to reality.
"Babe, come on. We really have to go. Jason's going to kill us. We're supposed to be at the meeting by 8 and it's almost 7:30."
He finally realizes what is going on and rips the sheets away from his body, revealing his tight
boxer briefs. I growl at him playfully while putting on my own pants and he rubs his eyes, trying to wake up fully. Last night was incredible. We stayed up until 4, making love over and over, talking in between about everything and anything. I never thought that I could be so happy because of another person, but just watching him walk over to my dresser, opening the drawer dedicated to his clothes, makes my heart skip a beat. He pulls a pair of black skinnies over his hips, buttoning them before shuffling through for a shirt. I walk over and wrap my bare arms around his, pulling his back into my chest and kissing his neck.
"Lou, we're never going to leave if you start that."
I pull away and grab one of his shirts out of the drawer. A tight black V-neck; that always looks
sexy on him.
"Wear this one."
He pulls it on over his head and starts to push his hair out of his face a little.
"Do you have a hat or something? I don't feel like doing anything to my hair."
I pull out a gray beanie from my drawer and toss it to him before finding a shirt of my own. Once we're both dressed, we walk down the stairs to my car. Once inside, Harry grabs my hand I pull it onto my lap, resting it on my thigh.
"So, do we know what this meeting is about?"Harry is finally waking up.
"Probably the tour and whatever other shit they wanna give us."
I shrug because I really don't know. We were emailed yesterday about a meeting with the whole band at 8 am. I have no clue what it pertains to. We park in front of the building and immediately pull our hands away from each other, getting out of the car nonchalantly to walk to the office door.
