Part 1- Vanilla and Moldy Walls

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Harry P.O.V.

The dressing room made me feel claustrophobic. Between the stinging in my nose because of the vanilla air fresher trying to cover up the smell of moldy walls, and the almost blue florescent lighting, I felt trapped. Trapped in a never ending trail.

And now they wanted a contract? I would be okay with one if it weren't to keep me away from my LouBear. I bet they didn't even tell him yet. They didn't have the balls to ask him. They knew he was fragile, they knew he would cry. That's why they came to me first, they're just lucky I was too distracted to break each of their noses.

I couldn't think straight, I needed fresh air. And to stop staring at this goddamned stack of papers. But, just as I was getting up, Lou came prancing in.

"HAZZA!" He screamed just before jumping on my back piggy back style.

"Lou we gotta go, gotta be on stage in 10."

"One kiss" Then, he started puckering his lips and making puppy dog eyes.

"Not in the mood" I said trying to ignore the bright blue eyes that usually had me falling to my knees.

"Harry?...what's wrong babe?"

"Nothing" and I walked out of the room without another word.

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So yeah, I'm sorry it's sooo short... I just started and I just wanted it to be good. But the next chapter will surely give you the feels....hopefully...

xxVICTORIAxx

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