It was a cold day in October, the leaves were just beginning to change, but it was cold enough outside that you had to wear a coat. It was your black coat, you've told me the proper name of it a few times, but it always slipped my mind. It was somewhat early in the day, so you decided to get us coffee. I told you that you didn't have to but you insisted that you go anyway. I didn't want to fight with you so I let you go.
While you were gone I got a call that day. It was from management. Up until that day I didn't realise how much I hated them. I didn't know how much they would destroy my life. It hurt a lot Harry, it hurt every day. Two things kept me going, two things kept me from leaving the band. The first one would be you. You're my best friend Harry, I could never part ways with you. The second reason was knowing how much we meant to our fans. In a sense I figured it was okay that they were destroying my life, as long as I was saving lives.
When I answered the phone I wasn't expecting what they were giving me. I expected them to tell me about an interview we would be having, or yell at me for not tweeting enough. I was so wrong, it was so much more than that. It was horrible. They told me that the next day I had to come down for a meeting. I asked them if I should tell you and they yelled a loud no. I was taken back by their tone, but then I figured they were just having a bad day. They told me not to tell anybody where I was going tomorrow.
That's the first lie I told you Harry. I told you I was going to the gym with an old friend. You asked if you could come; and I wanted you to oh so badly, but you couldn't. I told you that he was going through some family problems and that he wouldn't be comfortable talking in front of you. I'm sorry for lying to you about that Harry.
After I lied to you I headed down to management's office. Once I got there they sat me in a large room, with a large table, and black office chairs. I didn't know what was happening. I was a bit worried, I knew you weren't going to be there, but when I saw non of the boys were there I got scared. Then somebody on our management team came in with a brief case. Following him was the rest of our management team. I was confused out of my mind.
The guy with the brief case, I think his name is macro, pulled out some papers that were stapled together and placed it in front of me along with a black pen.
"Sign." They said in an assertive and demeaning voice.
I asked them why. They said it was that I wasn't allowed to have a bromance with you. I was a bit confused at first, but then they explained it.
•no cutesy tweets.
•no public hugging.
•no 'I love you's' even in a friendly way.
• no arm linking
•no being alone together in public
•absolutely no feelings for each other.
That's the day they took away my freedom. They said I was allowed one more cute tweet to you, but then that was it, and it was all done and over with. No more bromance. No more "Larry stylinson".
At this time you didn't know I was in love with you. I never did get to tell you. Before I got the chance to tell you management forced me into a relationship. I didn't know this would happen, and I'm pretty sure you never knew that this was happening.
They wouldn't let me leave the room without signing, and if I didn't sign id be kicked out of the band. I couldn't do that to our fans. They meant the world to me, as do you. I signed the damn thing and then stormed out of the room.
The ride home gave me some time to think. I knew exactly what I was going to tweet you. I knew it would leave you questioning, but I couldn't tell you the meaning. I'd just hope you would figure it out. It took a while, but I think you did.
Once I got home and it was night I took out my phone and tweeted you the last "larry" thing I would ever be able to tweet you.
Always in my heart @harry_styles . Yours sincerely, Louis.
