Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Twenty Four - Urges

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I sat down next to Harry and curled into his body, taking a handful of pop corn from the bowl laying on his stomach. I put one piece in my mouth and turned my attention to Harry, who was staring at the bowl of food in front of him. "You okay?" I asked, shaking him from his thoughts. He nodded. I drew my attention back to the screen as the title screen came up, stating the movie that we had picked: "The Boy In The Striped Pajamas". It started, showing kids running about pretending to be airplanes. I heard Harry munching on popcorn above my head.

"That would be cool to do on stage," he said, running his fingers through my hair. I nodded an kept watching as the children ran to their houses. I sat up and turned to him as he stared guiltily at the bowl in front of him, which was almost empty.

"No," I simply stated, putting more food in his hand. "No, no, no." He looked at me from under his curls, looking like the cat that ate the canary. He swallowed, then glanced at the contents of his hand.

"Why?" he asked, his voice tight.

"You know why." I poked his stomach, then looked back into his eyes. I grabbed his hand, pulling hi closer to me.

"But-" he said, looking down again. "Okay." He sunk down under the covers, looking at me with a sad face. I nodded, then turned my attention back to the movie.

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I paced back and forth in the now-still bus as the morning sunlight gleamed in through the window. Some time during the movie, I had fell asleep and slept the whole night, only waking to  Harry next to me, fast asleep. I had went into the bathroom to find his toothbrush in the sink and vomit on the edges of the toilet. I glanced at the clock, 8:17, and ran my hands through my hair. My phone rang, my ring tone going through my head like a knife. I quickly picked it up and answered, making the noise stop. "Hello, Mr. Tomlinson?"

"This is he." I replied, watching Harry.

"I need to speak to you on behalf of Modest! Management."

"Okay," I said, swallowing hard.

"My name is Rachael Brink, and I hate to inform you of this," the lady said, her voice sounding sad with a hint of guilt.

"Go on."

"We are afraid that you and Harry have been acting too friendly again lately. We have representatives at every concert watching you. This is in effect your next concert. We, as in I, will be calling every day to give you an overview of how you did that day. Basically" she said lowering her voice, "they want you two to act like you hate each other, period. There's no friendship, no anything. Pure hatred, loathing. It's terrible, I'm so sorry. I tried to fight against this new introduction to keep you away from him but apparently it wasn't justified and it was costing money to have you two act as much as friends. I feel absolutely terrible, and will do all I can to have this revoked. I am homosexual myself, bu no one here knows that. They think I'm not married, or taken in anyway but I'm engaged to my girlfriend. Either way, I know what it's like to be in your boat, and I hope you get to port soon so you can walk happily off the gangway. You got this Louis, and tell Harry I said the same, and, once again, I'm so sorry." she said, then the line disconnected.

My hand fell to my side, the dial tone still buzzing though my phone speakers. Why do they do this to me, to us? If we are spotted one time by a plant in public without the rest of the boys, we get pried apart even more to the point where Harry or myself literally think one or the other hates us. It's almost as if they want to tear us apart for real, and feel like it was a mistake to put us together. Rachael said she would fight for us, but there was no way she'd win against them. If we couldn't, she can't and i understood that. What I didn't get was why? Why is it so bad that people think we are together? Even if we are, they don't know for sure. They have no proof because we didn't tell anyone, we don't have to tell anyone. They could at least allow us to be friendly instead of loathing in public. They didn't understand the pain they were putting us through and it drove me crazy.

I glanced over at Harry, who shuffled in bed before falling still again, and wondered had I'd tell him. He would have a harder time than I did, and I wanted to go down there and beat someone up, if not myself. I began to pace again, my eyes stinging from tears threatening to spill over. "They're doing it again," I said quietly. "They are doing it again." I repeated, a little louder and angrier. "They are doing it again." I said, volume increasing. "They are doing it again," I said, my voice getting quieter again, sadness washing over me. "I just want him, I don't care what and how they want me to I just want to be able to love him," I said fast, my throat tightening as I began to cry. I st down on my bed, and hunched over, support my head with my hands.

Suddenly, I sat up and ran to my dresser, digging through the layers  of clothing, trying to find the one thing that will calm me before Harry woke up. I felt the smooth plastic in my hands and exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding and tiptoed to the bathroom. I turned back and watched Harry, then saw his toothbrush in the sink. I rinsed it thoroughly and put it back, easing the door shut.

"Stop!" I heard, as I locked the door behind me.

[A/N: Well, here I am, returning from vacation with an update. That made no sense. All I know is that i didn't update in like two weeks or something crazy like that and I feel awful about it and hope you guys still love me. I promise it'll become slightly more regular nowadays that I basically have nothing (except for like three days) in July. Thanks for waiting.

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