A Conspiracy

Chapter 3

The news that Harry had left Los Angeles hit the media and when his plane finally landed after what felt like forever for the singer at ten thirty, the airport was filled with fans and paparazzi. He was glad when they informed him that his bodyguards were waiting for him. He held his head down as he was lead to his car. He drove home with a heavy and racing heart hoping Louis would give him a chance to explain. There was paparazzi waiting for him at the front gate but he paid no mind to them as he pressed the button to open the gate.

He parked in the garage and grabbed his bag before heading to the front door. He let himself in and punched in the alarm code only to find that the house was dark.

H: Oh, I hope you're still awake Lou. (He whispered into the darkness)

Harry walked upstairs and went to Dylan's room to see him fast asleep cuddled around his favourite stuffed doggy. He went to his and Louis room and sighed in relief when he saw the light from the lamp on the bedside table.

H: Louis.

L: What, no Marcus? Thought you'd be introducing him to your son seeing as the two of you are in love.

H: It's not what it looks like.

L: Of course it's not. (He scoffed)

H: I promise you Lou, I met him for the first time yesterday.

L: So it was love at first sight then?

H: No, I loved you at first sight. Please just give me a chance to explain.

L: For Dylan's sake.

H: Thank you.

He says moving away from the door and sitting down on the edge of their bed.

H: Tom called me yesterday morning and asked me to meet with this up and coming model, Marcus whose rise to fame is similar to mine a few years to give him a few tips and such and I agreed because I would have loved if someone did that for me when I started out. We had dinner and we talked and then I went back to the house alone.

L: And you haven't seen him since?

H: I haven't Lou, I promise you.

L: I don't usually go to the internet for information but I didn't have another choice, I saw the reports. I saw what Marcus wrote.

H: It's not true, love. I was asleep alone this morning when Jay called to read me the riot act. I don't have any proof but I need you to believe me Lou because if you don't then I don't stand a chance in convincing anyone else.

L: I hate to say this but...

H: Louis, please. (He begged)

L: I believe you. (He said voice barely above a whisper)

H: You do?

L: You're my Husband, Harry. Our son's amazing father and I know you like the back of my hand. I'm sorry that I doubted you, love.

H: No you had all the right to.

L: I know. Is this the part where I demand that you buy me something ridiculous to prove that you love me?

H: You could because I definitely would but I know that you're not one of those Hollywood socialite types.

L: Yeah well you're lucky that you married a down-to-earth lad from Donny.

H: A tiny down-to-earth lad from Donny. (He smirked)

L: Say that again and you'll be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future.