I'll always love you.

"Babe, you know I can't do this," Louis muttered as Harry sucked on his neck, pressing him into the mattress. He moaned, groaned, and made every sexual noise, just because Harry made him do it.

"I don't care what the cunts in management have to say," Harry said, taking a break, straddling Louis. "I love you, but you can't accept that you feel the same way." Louis let out a deep breath, and sat up, motioning Harry to get off of him.

"I do accept it; this is love. But, no matter what, they can't know."

"Who's they?"

Harry moved and sat next to Louis, as they leaned their heads against the backboard to the bed.

"The fans."

"What's wrong if they know? Wouldn't that be best?"

"They wouldn't understand," Louis said, looking down, fondling with Harry's fingers which were sprawled on Louis' upper thigh. "They'd get in feuds. If they find out Eleanor was hired--" Louis was cut off by Harry's hand underneath his chin, pulling him to his lips. Suddenly, he forgot everything... Eleanor, management, the Elounor shippers: it was Harry and his' time.

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A couple hours later, Harry was gathering his things to go to his new flat, since their management forced them not to live together anymore. Grabbing his keys to his car off the small table next to the door, a banging at the door occurred. This caught him off guard; Louis was asleep after their sex, and Harry just had to go before fans saw him leaving his flat so early. He backed away from the door, and there was another bang on the door. Before Harry could open the door, the person outside said, "Harry, come outside, we know you're in there."

Management, he thought.