Two Ghosts // l.s

Exposed

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"Harreh come here babe"
Louis stood in the living room with two cups of tea, waiting for Maury to move herself so he could put them on their table.

The short boy had little to no patience when it came to their management. Old fashioned, homophobic racists who thought for no one but themselves.

Before Harry managed to escape Modest, he often said that they treated them like products to sell and keep authority over.

Louis knew it was true, he hadn't managed to sign off with anyone else yet. But he will when he gets the chance. He'd find himself frequently thinking of what his life would be like if he hadn't been assigned Modest for his management.
Openly gay, openly dating Harry.

Just last night he was thinking, he could be married. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with the curly headed one, he knew after watching him in laughter from the playful disagreement.

Harry stumbled into the room.

Louis grinned at him, watching the curly haired one roll his eyes. Finally landing his sight on Maury, his teasing smile dropped to a firm line.

"Maury."
He was glad that Sarah had just been.

Maury isn't in control of him anymore but still likes to emotionally abuse him. She would have gone ape shit if she'd seen the love bites and would have blamed everything bad that had happened to Louis in the eight years he'd known him; on the fact they were in a relationship.

Maury didn't even acknowledge him, she sipped her tea and set her feet up on the table. Harry was itching to yell.

"I've told you to stop involving yourself with that boy. Homosexuality is a disease, you just can't see it." She said, directly to Louis' face.

Harry bit his lip in fury so hard it bled.
"Fuck off you cow." He muttered angrily, steam practically blowing from his ears.

Harry hated Maury and everyone in Modest Management.

Maury glanced at Harry, disgusted, before turning back to Louis.

"Gina and I want you to do an interview today. We have one scheduled, 2:00 on the dot. I'll text you the address."

Louis faltered on interview. That meant they'd give him a script. He didn't like scripts, they were lies.

Maury got up and brushed off imaginary dirt before glaring at Harry who had slid into Louis' arms.

"If you come today, stay out of the camera's eye," she proceeded to then glare at Louis, "and as for you, if you don't play the straight card with more effort today, or we'll submit some very nasty rumours about you in the papers."

She turned and walked herself out.

Louis kissed Harry on the top of his forehead and wrapped both arms around him.

"I'll get out from them one day."
Louis whispered.

Harry sighed and pressed his head into Louis' shoulder, "I know you will, I just really fucking hate the way they treat you."