He has got to go.
Simon Cowell wasn’t known for his kindness, he was famous for his ability to not sugar-coat anything, but he’s always supported his groups. He may not have agreed with something they did or said, but he supported them. One Direction was no different, he’d punished them on many occasions, don’t get me wrong, but he’d never threatened to leave them.
This time, however, one of them had crossed the line.
The photo on the glossy cover of the magazine was blurry, but it was still easy to make out the curly-haired boy locking lips with a young woman. A glass of some sort of alcoholic drink in both of their hands and bright lights shined behind them. Whoever took the photo was defiantly not a professional, but they were good enough to get the job done and send a wave of gossip crashing through the Directioner fan-base. In big and bolded letters the heading read, “HARRY AND ELEANOR SNOG-SESSION? DID LOUIS BREAK IT OFF, OR WAS IT A DRUNKEN MISTAKE?”
This boy is going to be the death of me… The click of the door to his office snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly looked up and saw the hunched back of Harry as the boy tried to quietly close the door.
“Good morning, Harold.” Simon said a certain edge to his voice. Harry stiffened before slowly turning around, keeping his gaze on the floor. He nodded his head before whispering something Simon couldn’t hear.
Harry slowly made his way over to Simon’s desk, sitting down in the chair in front of him. Simon grit his teeth as he began to roll up the magazine in his hands. Without warning he slammed the rolled up magazine on the wooden desk, making Harry jump before groaning and rubbing his temples. It was in a vain attempt to ward off his bone splitting headache, which just resulted in an exhausted sigh and regret of the small amount of sleep and large amount of liquor he had last night.
“Care to explain yourself Harold?” Simon yelled, causing another wave of pain to crash against the teen’s skull.
He winced before quietly whispering a favor to the furious man in front of him, “Please Simon… Don’t yell…” He looked up at Simon with pain etched across his features.
“No, no. Don’t you give me that look!” Simon growled, unrolling the magazine and holding it up to the pop star’s face. “This is absolutely ridiculous!”
Harry squinted and looked at the tabloid, probing the front page. Soon, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’d snogged his best friend’s girlfriend? With a sigh he quietly cursed the alcohol that made him memory foggy. He sat back in his chair and looked up into the glaring eyes of Simon before quietly saying, “Simon, I swear, I don’t remember this at all!”
“Of course you don’t, Harold! You drank three bottles of vodka on the rocks last night!” Harry let out a low whistle as Simon continued to roar, “You are just lucky Louis hasn’t seen this yet-“
Simon was interrupted by the door of his home bursting open; and a furious looking Louis storming inside, a similar magazine rolled up in his hand.
“Where is he?” Louis growled locking eyes with the man scrunched up into his chair. Harry gulped; he knew that he was going to have to face Louis himself eventually. He slowly got up and out of his chair and played with the collar of his shirt. Louis’ eyes held so much hatred and fury; Harry started to regret begging Liam to let him go to the club.
“Louis, let me-“
“Shut up Styles!” Louis all but screamed, agitating Harry’s hangover even more. “YOU SNOGGED MY GIRLFRIEND YOU BLOODY BASTA-“
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Fanfiction"Falling in love isn't on the survival guide..." After Harry and Louis have a falling out, Simon decides it's time for Harry to get away from the fame and get his head out of the clouds. Sending him to a small cabin in Australia didn't seem dangerou...
