Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Twenty Five - Plans for Happiness

I sat on the floor against the door, lighter still in between my fingers. I pressed the igniter, a flame shinning bright off the top of the device. I let go slowly, easing the light down back into the plastic. I heard bangs above my head along with desperate pleads from the person outside the door: Harry. I looked up at the handle as it jiggled, and switched hands with the lighter, tossing it gently back and forth. I stood up. "Please, Louis, let me in. I'll make it all better." I heard his voice tremble as he lightly rapped the door again. I picked up his now-clean toothbrush and unlocked the door, then stood there, staring at the pattern of wood front of me. The hanbdle jiggled again, then the door burst open, revealing me standing there with a slightly vomit-scented toothbrush that wasn't mine, and a lighter that was. He stared at me, mouth slighty open, eyes red. I raised my eyebrows. "I. . ." he said, sounding exhausted.

"No need for an explanation," I said, and threw the toothbrush aside. He lunged forward and grabbed for the lighter. I put it behind my back; he sighed.

"Sorry," he said quietly, shifting his weight to his left. That's what he did when he felt guilty. I looked at the mop of messy curls on his head as he intently stared at his foot.

"You," I said, ruffling his hair, "Need a brush." He looked up at me and smiled, then slid his hand onto the sink top. I smiled and slid the brush over to him.

"Give me," he said, extending his empty hand out towards me. I reluctantly put the lighter in his palm and keft the bathroom, turning off the light behind me. "Come tlk." he said, jumping onto the bed and patting the spoy next to him. I followed and sat down, pulling the covers over us.

"So," I began, "A representative from Modest! called."

"Ah, shit."

"Well, she's lesbian." He nodded. "She hated to tell me but they think we are too close, again. She said they want us to loathe each other, basically. She tried to fight it but lost. They don't know shes lesbian. . .Anyway, she's going to try to fight to get at least some of it taken away but doesn't know how it will turn out. With this new introduction comes some brand new rule type things for us. They're going to have representatives (not her) at every concert starting tonight and she is going to call every day to review our behaviors ans such. She wanted me to relay thr message and the one that says she's sorry. And, I am sorry, too. I love you, Harry, I really do, and it pains me so much that we hav to hide it so intensly. It costs them money, that's why. All they care about is their money, their happiness - not the ones who it is bringing it in. We could quit so, so easily and I would just to be with you if I wasn't so in love with our job. You understand. They could lower my pay to a mere nothing and all I'd want is permission to be with you. You're all I care about, Harry. Nothing else really matters anymore. Our fans. You. That's it. The boys, kind of. But not Zayn, he's an ass. But Harry, being with you is by far the best choice i ever made and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'm in love with you." I took a deep breath and looked back at Harry, his eyes glossy. I grabbed his hand. "I really am."

"And I, with you. Everything you said goes with me, for you. I am in love with you, and i could I would tell the world. I wantto tell the world that you're mine. That idea of yours, though, doesn't seem like a bad idea. They can't lose money if they aren't paying us. Maybe we should talk to that lady, see what she can do. I don't care about anything about being without you. They can take away all of my money. You're, to me, pure gold."

'Wait, you're right," I said, almost sure a light bulb popped up above my head. I grabbed paper. "Let's do this."

"What?"

"Make a fight against Modest!; plan what we will say to the representative when she calls later. Okay, so, it'll start as Rachael, we have come up with a plan. com eon, help me here!"

"Okay, okay. Um, We have both decided that we are more important to each other than any amount of money. Now that we see we have at least one Modest! person on our side, we think we can win a little bit of a fight, a compromise between us and them. . . Is that good?" I nodded and quickly wrote everything down word for word, anxious to try out our plan.

"Okay, next lines. Since they claim because of us they are losing money, we figured, "Why pay us?". Honestly, we both agree that even if they do cut our pay by 75%, as long as we have each other, we are happy. That way, if they cut our pay, they could be taking in more than one hundred percent moire income because of us. The money that would come to us would go directly to them - which is clearly all they care about - making it a win-win. Do you think you can fight this cause? Sound good, Harry?"

"Add please at the end."

"Okay," I said, finishing off the end of our letter to be read letter, and adding please to finish it off. "I'm excited."

"Me too," he said, kissing my cheek softly. I read over the letter again, smiling. This could be the end of it all. The end of the beginning, and the beginning of the end. I was more than excited.

[A/N: Thanks for reading! Quick AN because I have to leave now. Love you all!]