Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Twenty Six - The Ball Starts Rolling

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I ran off stage and grabbed a towel from the table, waving behind me (as if you could see through curtains) as the screams of teenage girls rang through my ears. I allowed myself to get swallowed up in the mass of body guards as I felt warm tears trickle down my cheeks. Negative words echoed in myhead, seeming relentless. I stayed away from Harry from the moment we left the bus for the venue and I still had no sight of him, but yet I was in wrong doing.

When we got off stage for a costume change (Harry was on the other side of the stage), the little representative from Modest! had decided to scope me out and explain to me how much a faggott I was, and how i didn't deserve this job since I couldn't do it right. Luckily, we got back onstage quickly but it just made me notice so many things in the crowd that I usually don't notice. The hateful signs to Larry and their shippers, the way girls were watching Louis and I - who were on opposite side of the stage - waiting for something, anything. I was waiting too, little did they know.

I walked up the three steps into the bus and fell to the floor in a heap of sadness and despair. I didn't want to do this anymore. I wanted to give it all up, all of it. I couldn't be hiding any longer from the people who actually supported me because some damn company was afraid to lose money. It had to be one of the most unfair things I have ever seen, and let me tell ya, life isn't fair to anyone. In the good words of John Green: "Nobody dies a virgin; life fuckss us all." and boy, did he hit the nail on the head. I hated the life I was living, yet completely in love with it at the same time. I'm still trying to figure that one out.

I felt a tap on my back. I took in a shaky breath and got up, meeting the green eyes of someone I wanted so much. Harry. "Come on," he whispered, putting his hand out towards me. I took it and lifted myself up and slowly walked towards are room, feeling like the weight of the world was on my shoulders and mine alone.

I sat on the bed as Harry closed the door. He looked at me. "The-" I started.

"He caught me, too, Lou." His eyes dropped to the floor, fingers interlocking with each other. I nodded slowly and looked out the window, a mass of girls running around, mouths wide open. The bus started to move.

The phone started to ring, making me look at Harry. He looked at me and swallowed, then reached for the phone. He answered and pressed speaker, then placed it down on the bed. I rolled over towards the nightstand and opened the drawer and pulled out our scrpit and placed it next to the phone.

"Mr. Tomlinson, Styles?"

"This is he." we answered in unison.

"Excellent. Look, Harry, I'm sorry. How was the representative today?" I looked at Harry, who was nodding.

"Actually," I said and sucked in a breath, "He was awful. Absolutely rude and inconsiderate."

"Really?" she asked. I heard the scratch of graphite on paper.

"Yes," Harry said, his sadness prevelent.

"We were doing fine, Rachael, seriously. He was on one side and I on the other. I didn't even look at Harry. Then, during costume change, he came up to me and went off about all these profanities and how I didn't deserve this job because I can't do it right. I'm not sure if it was constructive cristism or not but whatever it was, I didn't like it." I said, allowing myself to let everything out about my hatred towards this representative.

"That's not what he's there for. . ." she said, her voice trailing off. I nodded, then lifted up our papers.

"We do have a proposal, though." I said before she could go on.

"Which is?" I cleared my throat and scanned over the paper again, then started.

"Rachael, we have come up with a plan.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. Since they claim because of us they are losing money, we figured, 'Why pay us?'." I passed the paper to Harry, smiling.

"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 more income because of us. The money that would come to us would go directly to them - which are clearly all they care about - making it a win-win. Do you think you can fight this cause?"  He put the paper and down looked at me.

"Please," we said together. The line fell silent.

"So, you think by lowering your pay they'd let you come out?" she asked with the sound of graphite hitting paper.

"No, that they wouldn't seperate us so much. We want to act like friends in public, that's all." I said, relaying our purpose.

"We're tired of acting like we can't stand each other. We're in love." Harry grabbed my hand and squeezed. I leaned over and kissed him as papers shuffled on the other end. She couldn't see us no one could, this was legal to our contract. I smiled into the kiss thinking of this, always glad when I could find a laugh in this whole affair of unfair rules. I pulled away at the sound of Rachael's voice.

"I'll see what I can do."

[A/N: I like how this started out. Lots of character thoughts here! I've been missing this in the past few chapters; it's been a lot of dialogue. Sorry about that. Here's some thoughts and dialogue. Yay!

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