We'll Make it as a Quintette (on hold)

Chapter 1: A Kiss Rumor

~NARRATIVE~

Louis and Harry are looking through things fans have said while in bed facing each other when Harry sees something about a recent rumored Elounor kiss. Which Harry hates.

~HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW (POV.)~

I lay in bed looking through the lovely things that the fans say about mine and Louis' relationship, watching sexy videos of Louis they've put together on YouTube, and secretly looking at some fan accounts on Twitter. Not to mention the fact that I face my amazing boyfriend Louis Tomlinson. When suddenly, something I never ever want to see or hear about comes up. There was a rumored Elounor kiss.. the post was from this afternoon.. but that had just happened.. wait could it...? could they have? they where out together earlier... but there where no pictures.?.!?..!? I can't think anymore, I drop my phone, not bothering to turn it off, I turn around and I start to shake, and cry, whimpering while trying to stifle the painful moans that threatened to escape my mouth. I feel Louis turn over and place his hand on my bicep in a comforting manner, but I don't want his comfort, so I nudge his hand off of me.

Nothing happen for a moment, but then Louis says, "Harry, love, what's wrong?"

I try to say something in return, but when I opened my mouth all that comes out was random squeaky rubbish, so I decide not to say anything and just continue crying. I feel Louis pick up my phone and I try to tell him to put it down but all that comes out of my mouth is more rubbish, so I decide not to say anything. A few moments pass and nothing happens, suddenly I hear Louis mumble something that I can't understand and I feel him shift to place something on his nightstand, most likely our cell phones, because he was on his as well.

"Harry I'm sorry," Louis says, his voice sounds so sweet, it caused more tears to flow out of my eyes. Why did he kiss her? The thought of them kissing makes me cry even more, if that's even possible.

I finally get the courage to say something, so I swallow the lump in my throat and say, "D-did it actually h-happen?" while trying not to stutter.

He takes his hand off of my arm, it feels cold where it had been and I wish he hadn't moved, "Yeah.." he says. My heart falls down into my stomach and my throat tightens, it hurts, I start to cry harder, if that's even possible. I curl up into a little ball, I want to disappear, I want to be anywhere but here. Louis hugs me, I don't want him to hug me, I don't want his touch, I just want to disappear, "Hazz, I'm sorry she said 'Cameras!' and then she kissed me, her and management are trying to cause problems with things like this to break us up, you know that." I do know that, I know very well that management and Eleanor don't want us to be together, I don't like them. I turn around to face Louis. He sees my face and wipes the tears off, he even begins tearing up himself, when suddenly, "Harry, I love you, and I will always love you, not Eleanor, I will never even be mildly attracted to her, she's just a beard." I smile, I smile so large, I'm just so happy, he obviously didn't even think to say that, I can tell that he just thought it and said it. He pulls me close into a hug, this time I actually want to be here, so I accept his touch. "In my defense you did pull a little Asian man into your lap recently at the AMAs.. And you kissed his back," Louis says, obviously trying to lighten the mood. I giggle a little bit recalling the event, it was funny, someone took some really good pictures.

I decide to defend myself a bit, , "Yeah, but he was in the way of the camera man, what was I supposed to do? Let the camera man step on him?"

Louis smile at my cleverness, "You did the right thing Harry, but you didn't have to kiss him."

That's true, I put my hands up, playfully surrendering, "Okay, you got me. Lets go to sleep now." So we do, and I get a great rest.

-MEANWHILE-

~LOUIS' POV.~

Harry and I are exhausted because of a very eventful day, our lives are very exciting and all, so we go straight to sleep when we get the chance. We are in bed looking through things the fans create, it's one of our favorite pastimes, but then Harry shifts and starts shaking. This isn't usual for him, not at all, but it is explainable. You see, the fans like to call Harry things like cupcake, which is true, he's very gentle and sweet. He usually starts crying in this fashion when I do things management tells me to do to hide our relationship, like letting go of his hand when people are around or going places with Eleanor. I decide that I can't listen to him cry any longer so I say, "Harry, love, what's wrong?" I place my hand on his bicep and gently stroke it, knowing that usually calms him down, he doesn't have it this time though, he rejects my comfort and nudges my hand off. I smile in my head knowing that I'm going to have to work to get Harry to calm down. He also doesn't say anything he just squeaks oddly a few times and starts crying even more. I guess I'm in deeper shit than I thought, I enter a panic mode when I notice that Harry's phone is lying on the bed, on. I pick up his phone and see the he had read about the Elounor kiss from today, "Shit," I mumble under my breath, hopefully Harry doesn't hear. I lock Harry's phone and place it on my nightstand, along with mine, and put my hand comfortingly on Harry's bicep again, "Harry I'm sorry," I say in the kindest voice I can manage.

Nothing happens for a moment, until Harry sheepishly asks, "D-did it actually h-happen?" Hearing him like this breaks my heart, I can't have my Boo sound like that because of me.

I remove my hand from his bicep and start mindlessly drawing circles on the sheets beside me, "Yeah.." I sigh, looking away from Harry and concentrating on what I'm doing. Harry starts to cry even harder as he curls up into a little ball. I have to do something. I hug him and say, "Hazz, I'm sorry she said 'Cameras!' and then she kissed me, her and management are trying to cause problems with things like this to break us up, you know that." He turns around and I see his tear streaked face, I dry his face while I tear up a bit myself. "Harry, I love you, and I will always love you, not Eleanor, I will never even be mildly attracted to her, she's just a beard," I didn't mean to say any of that, no matter how true it is, I didn't think before I said, it all just spilled out. I smile a bit, glad that I was able to say that as strong as I did without stuttering. Harry smiles too, a huge, huge smile. I pull him in close because I'm I was out of the zone where his emotions are a little iffy. I decide I'll joke around a bit to lighten up the mood, "In my defense you did pull a little Asian man into your lap recently at the AMAs.. And you kissed his back."

Harry giggles, I love his giggle, and says , "Yeah, but he was in the way of the camera man, what was I supposed to do? Let the camera man step on him?"

I smile at his somewhat cheeky comeback, "You did the right thing Harry, but you didn't have to kiss him."

He puts his hands up to tell me that he surrenders, "Okay, you got me. Lets go to sleep now." So we do, and I get a great rest.