Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 12

Morning comes and I am so fucking tired to get up. One, I can't find myself to leave the body next to me. Two, I'm too comfortable. Three, my legs has no strength and it is an excuse for me not to stand. I take a small glance at the red digital clock, blinking it's number 9:30. My mind does not think straight at this time so I forget about the meeting I have at 11. Who gives a fuck though. My legs finally touches the cold pavement, taking me to the restroom to wash up. I take a warm shower and dress as soon as I walk out. 10:25 is the new time I curse under my breath realising I have no time to eat. Way to fucking go. Adding my toms I walk over to a sleeping Harry curled up in a small ball. He's too adorable and I just can't take my eyes off of him. His body rises then collapse again, lips pressed together, and eyebrows pinched. My hands touches his smooth skin, tracing his cheeks. A small smile escapes and my lips kisses his forehead. After locking the door to the flat making sure no one walks in on MY Harry. The sunny cold weather hits my face, wind making my hair go out of place and bumps growing on my arms. In no time I turn on the ignition of the car and take off. Let's see what they fucking want.

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"Louis Tomlinson, glad to see you came." A man outside the management office reaches out his hand and so I shake and nod.

"They're already ready for you so you can walk in if you like." The stiff man moves aside and my hand reaches the knob, turning it and soon opening it.

"Louis Tomlinson!!! How are you my good friend?" Another son of...

"Good. I'm good. How are you?" Like I give a shit to how they are.

"Incredibly well doing. You may sit." My bum pushes down on the pillow arse seat and I can't help but turning a little. Chairs like these only makes me want to spin forever.

"So Louis, we are going straight to it. We see that you have a remarkably life right now but also know it can be dangerous to the rest of your bandmates."

My eyebrows pinch in confusion but I let them continue their logical explanation.

"Look here." He reaches out a clicker from his slacks and turns on the monitor for a slide show. Pictures of me and Harry pops up and my ears goes hot. Why the fuck would they have pictures of us in every place we went. Fucking stalkers. I hope they know that just because they're mature motherfuckers doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of them.

"These pictures weren't taken by us Louis, they're fans that post these things online. People know already and-"

"And what. If they accept it than that's all that fucking matters right?" The seat is pushed back. I'm standing now.

"Yes Louis, they've accepted but some haven't. With this we're losing views and followers and it isn't-"

"Isn't what. It's my relationship they and you don't have to fucking be in it."

"Just be kind and listen," he points his finger down, asking for me to sit again but I stand, I am not their fucking dog.

"I know we are not suppose to be involve in your personal life but you have contract with us that YOU sign and if you don't follow rules, your band is finish and I know that the rest of your mates don't want an end to what just has begun-"

"But..."

"But nothing Louis. As longs as this contract isn't expired you will have to follow rules and do what is right for you and this band and that is for you to break it off with Harry. For crying out loud fans already has a name for the both of you. You know how bad that you, the whole band, and us makes us look. As if this is a joke and that is not how we run things here Mr. Tomlinson. I'm sorry but for now on you and Harry can't be no more. Am I clear?"