time is just an illusion

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"What?! No! You can't make me do this!"

"I'm sorry Louis, but it states in your contract that we can and will force you into an arranged marriage."

"You can't do this." Louis said with tears brimming in his baby blue eyes.

"Louis. Do I need to call a meeting with the council? Is that what you want? Again?"

"No.."

"Good. Now we've arranged for you and Eleanor to go to the her 'favourite' restaurant that you two always go to for your anniversary. Your wedding will be in 5 months exactly, and Mr.Styles will not be accounted for at the occasion. Is that understood?"

"Why can't he be there? I mean it's just going to cause an upraise in suspicion." Louis said pleadingly.

"Do you really want him there Louis? You want 'the love of your life' to watch you marry a beard. You really want to put him through that pain?"

"No.."

"Exactly, now. I don't want the word to leak out, but I would like for to you give out hints about it, maybe like in interviews, or at gigs. Okay?"

Louis nods his head as he stares at the floor. Louis feels a warm drop of liquid rush it's way down his cheekbone. He starts to think of ways to get out of this mess. There's always divorce, but what if he can't? What if they force him to stay with Eleanor for years and years. What if he files for divorce and gets sued by his own management?

"Okay. You are allowed to head to the car now."

Louis raises from his seat. They were in a conference room that was inside of the hotel the boys were resigning at in Florida.

Florida.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Florida.

Louis always loved to come to the famous state. He found all the beaches and palm trees peaceful.

The band was just wrapping up a world tour, and the boys were relieved. It's not like they didn't enjoy performing or seeing the fans.

It just got tiring for them. All the media, screaming, mobbing. It all got tiring.

Louis loved touring, mainly because he got to be around Harry. But of course, management would order for Eleanor to come along if Louis did something wrong, in the eyes of Modest.

Louis arrived at the lobby and grab his black jumper that he liked to wear when he would fly.

Louis walked out to the black vehicle, opened the door and moved to the back seat. There were two middle seats, and a seat for three in the very back.

The driver was in the front, and the body guard sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.

Louis could hear the screams of fan just down the block. He pulled out his headphones and my phone. He tapped on the 'stressed 😔' playlist.

Louis let his worries drowned in the sweet songs that were played instrumentally, on the piano.

Louis slowly shut his eyes, rested his head against the cold glass window.

He just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.

Louis was about to drift into a peaceful rest, until he heard one of the car's door open.

Louis keep his eyes closed, but he heard the quiet sound of Zayn's voice.

"Hey Tommo, ya ready to be heading home eh?" Zayn asked.

Louis didn't reply he just stared out of the window.

"Louis? You okay mate?" Zayn said as he turned and looked at Louis.

Louis shook his head no.

"You don't look so good, what's wrong?" Zayn stated.

"Nothing, just tired." Louis says in a quiet tone.

Zayn gives him 'I don't believe that bullshit' look.

"I'll tell you later.." Louis tells Zayn.

"Mkay..." Zayn says.

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Liam, Niall, and Harry finally entered the car.

Liam sat in the middle seat across from Zayn.

Niall sat in the window seat across from Louis.

Harry sat in between the two.

Harry looked over at Louis.

"Hey boo, you okay?" He whispered into Louis' ear.

"No.." Louis replied.

Harry frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything."

Louis felt his eyes start to become moist again, his throat became dry, and his cheeks started to warm up.

Harry took notice to Louis' signs, and gently held Louis' tiny little hand.

Harry intertwined his larger fingers with Louis' small fingers, brought them up to his strawberry coloured lips and kissed the back of Louis' hand.

Louis still felt the need to cry, He need to realise his sorrow. Louis finally gave in and buried his head into Harry's chest.

Louis let tears spill down his cheeks but he didn't make a sound.

The last thing he wanted was for the driver to hear him, because he worked with modest, and would surely tell his the boss of his division about Louis snuggling up with his lover.

Harry wrapped his arm around Louis' waist, and kissed the older boys soft feathery locks.

"It's okay love, we'll talk about this when we get to the flat." Harry mumbled into Louis' ear.