time is just an illusion

two

☹Louis☹

The security checks.

The screaming fans.

The modest workers.

The separation.

The pain.

Getting pushed around like cattle wasn't what I needed right now, but it's what I got.

I needed to be at Harry's flat, in one of his big jumpers, laying in bed, sleeping, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

The modest workers had me with Eleanor, while we wait for the private jet to land.

Hand and hand. A happy little couple who seems to be prefect for one another.

"Please Louis, try to smile, there's media lurking all over the place." some modest worker pleaded.

"Yes because I'm suppose to be jumping up and down with joy, right after one of you pigs insist I marry a beard"

"Look I'm sorry you can't have what you want princess, but you better just suck it up, go out there, and act like you are the damn happiest person on the plant."

I rolled my eyes. The modest worker walked off.

Eleanor didn't look like she wanted to be here either. She looked tired and miserable.

"You know that I don't want to go through with this either."

"Yeah, I know marrying a guy who will never love you, just so you can pay your tuition isn't on top of your bucket list."

"Good."

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HARRY

It was killing me.

What was up with him?

Is modest going to force us to become more distant in public?

All these questions were mind wrecking.

I got out my phone and sent a texted Louis.

'Meet me in the bathroom in 5 x'

I glanced over at Louis. He read the message and looked up at me. He gave me a conformation with a nod.

Niall approached to me.

"Is Louis okay?"

"I don't know Ni."

"I hope he's okay, and I hope you are okay as well."

"You know if he's not okay, I'm not okay."

"I know, my apologies. I'm sure everything will be fine." Niall said as he patted my shoulder.

I started to worry as my mind pondered.

Last time Louis was this upset, was when Eleanor came into the picture. Who knows what management has force him into now.

What if they make Louis go solo?

What if they make him do a whole interview about the famous 'rumor' Larry Stylinson?

What if they make him appear more often with Eleanor in front of the media?

More lies.

More modest.

More Eleanor.

More misery.

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LOUIS

The time pasted with agony.

Eleanor's hand was clammy, and she has a horrid attitude at the moment.

I had a migraine from thinking about how she is going to be the person I'm suppose to be married to for who knows how long.

My thoughts were interrupted by a vibration from my phone in my pocket.

It was what I had been waiting for.

'Go now, I'll come later so they won't get suspicious'

I looked over at the younger boy and he gave me a reassuring nod.

"I've gotta go to the toilets" I say to Eleanor.

"Okay." She says and let's go of my hand.

Without trying to seem obvious, I rush as fast as I could to the men's restroom.

Once I opened the door, I walk over to the sinks.

I turn on the faucet, and let the warm water drizzle down my cold shaky hands, which felt disgusting from holding hands with Eleanor.

I splashed some of the water on my face, then dried my hands and my face with a paper napkin.

I rested my hands on the edge of the sink, and looked into the mirror, at my horrid reflection.

I had dark circles under my eyes, my skin looked pale, my eyes were bloodshot from crying.

I was a wreck.

'Why me?'

'How am I going to get myself out of this one?'

'How is Harry going to react when I tell him?'

All these questions and more started to ponder in my head.

I became overwhelmed, my throat went dry, my eyes started to sting, my head became fuzzy.

Depressing thoughts began to creep their way into my thoughts.

I didn't want any of these anymore.

No, Louis, stop thinking like that.

Who even cares what I think anymore? I don't even care what I think anymore.

No one ever listens.

No one cares.

No one.

I finally gave in, and let my hot tears trickle down my face.

I felt so alone, so helpless, I needed comfort, I needed Harry.

Oh, where is he?

I guess he's had enough of me as well.

More tears trickle down, I take small breathes, and close my eyes.

I try to keep myself from going into a panic attack.

The last thing everyone needed was a flight home canceled because I couldn't keep my shit together.

The next thing I know, I feel two strong arms wrap around me from the side.

I didn't even think about who it could be.

I just needed someone.

I need someone to hold me l and let me release my sorrows, even if it wasn't Harry.

I turned and rest my head on the stranger's chest, and continued crying.

The person felt warm and secure. The held me, and kissed the top of my feathery hair.

"Shh.. I'm here now love. I've got you. It's okay. Let it out."

I cried for about 30 seconds, then looked up.

It was no other than my beloved, curly headed, boyfriend, Harry Styles.

I sniffled as I stared into his emerald green eyes, and gave him a small fake smile.

"Oops."

"Hi."