Paralyzed [Nouis]

Chapter 25 // Louis

It had been four days since the kiss, and we decided (since there was an interview we were supposed to do soon) we wanted to tell the world about us - as well as Zayn and Harry. So, we went to management. Specifically James.

Right now, we were sitting, waiting for his answer. His elbows were propped up on the desk, and he had a stressed look on his face. My heart was beating heavily (and quickly), afraid of his answer.

"Why?" Was all he said at first. We were expecting him to saw something else, so everything was silent. He looked up at us, his eyes filled with anger. Uh-oh. "I can not have four gay boys in this group. I'm fine with two. Not happy, but I'm fine with it. But not four."

"Why not?" Liam spoke up before anybody else could. "I'm not gay. I've got a girlfriend. Is it not enough for you? We work out butts off every single day for you, and now you're unhappy because my friends are in love?"

"Not four of you! You'll already lose enough fans with two of you. Can you imagine how many you would lose if four of you were gay? And since you two," He pointed at Zayn and Harry, "Have a more popular relationship to the fans than these two," He pointed at Niall and I, "you'll be the pair together." He pointed to Zayn and Harry again.

"What?" I stood, my fists clenching. Niall grabbed my wrist, as if to calm me, but it didn't help at the moment. "You're forcing Niall and I to break up?! That's not fair! We're not dolls, you can't control us!"

"Actually, I can. You all signed a contract. You'll do whatever I tell you to, and you two," He pointed at me and Niall again. "are breaking up. Now go, I have business to take care of."

He looked down at some papers on his desk. I lifted my fist to punch him, but Liam grabbed my other wrist. With his help, Niall was able to drag me out of the room. Harry and Zayn followed us, attached at hand.

"What are we gonna do?" Harry asked, sounding desperate.

"There's nothing we can do." Niall whispered. "That's it. Louis and I were together for a while. I guess it b-better than nothing, right?" Even through Niall's positive (-ish) words, the tears were evident in his eyes.

"No, Niall. No, it's not. I hate to lose you. I just got you! This hurts more than when I wasn't with you. So much more, because now I know you love me. Now I know you can be mine." I whimpered, breaking on the spot.

"I-I know. I was just hoping you didn't think that way." Niall whispered. Everything was silent after that. I was leaning on the wall, my hands hanging limp by my sides. Liam had moved over to Niall and wrapped him in a side hug. Niall's arms were crossed over his chest, and he refused to look at me.

Zayn and Harry were crying silently. The tears were flowing slowly down Zayn's face, but Harry's tears were flowing down as if it were a race for life. I felt bad. Really bad.

I had trouble blaming anybody for anything. I mean, if I blamed Zayn and Harry's relationship for this, that would be selfish. I wouldn't do that. I couldn't blame Niall, he did nothing but love me, which is exactly what I wanted. I couldn't blame Liam - what the hell did he have to do with this, anyways? Liam was just a friend, constantly here to support. I wouldn't even know how to stick him in the situation at hand. I couldn't even blame myself. Yes, I did fall for Niall, but that's not my fault. If anything, it's love's fault, but I can't blame love either. Love made me feel this way, love lead me to Niall - how can I blame love?

"We should go." Niall said suddenly, walking away swiftly. Liam glanced between Zayn, Harry, and I, who weren't moving at all, then raced after Niall. I looked at Zayn and Harry and took off after them.

I burst outside to see Niall sobbing into Liam's jacket. I walked over and gently (as gently as I could at the moment) pushed Liam off of Niall, taking him into my own arms.

Niall pulled back to look at me, immediately breaking away from my arms. "W-we can't be seen together, Louis. We're not allowed." His voice cracked.

"No." I said. "No, I'm not gonna let them break us up." I gathered up the strength to kiss him, stroking his cheek softly, but he pulled away after a few seconds.

"Louis, we can't-" I kissed him again, pulling him close to my body. He didn't pull away this time. He melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck tightly.

"Don't give up." I whispered, clutching at his hip with one hand, holding his hand with the other. "Please don't give up. I don't wanna live without you."

Niall looked up at me and shook his head. "I-I can't. You can't. W-we can't."

"A-at least a goodbye kiss?" I stuttered out through tears grabbing his other hand.

"You just had yours." He whispered, pulling his hands away from mine. I grabbed his hips then, pulling him back.

"Please?" I whispered, breaking. He leaned up and gave me a peck, trying to pull away then, but I wouldn't let him. I grabbed his hand in one of mine, laying the other on his cheek, and pressed my lips to his.

"I love you." He whispered, running his thumb over my cheek once, then walked away, Liam following close behind him. I sighed and went to walk back into the building for Zayn and Harry, but they walked out at that moment.

"BooBear!" Harry shouted, running over to me and hugging me tightly. He was still crying. "I'm so sorry! That's not fair! You're right, it's not fair. Oh god, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, Harry." I said, but I wouldn't hug him back. At the moment, I couldn't be gentle with anyone other than Niall, just because I was so pissed off.

He pulled away from me, studied me for a second, then gave me another small hug. Zayn came over with his hands in his pockets, his whole body tense. "I'm really sorry, man."

"Not your fault." I muttered, looking down, unable to make eye contact with them.

"Look, we'll find a way to get you two back together. We won't let it end like this, I promise." Harry said. I knew he was trying to comfort me, and I knew he would try to carry out his promise, but I just didn't believe him. I was never good with obstacles.

"Whatever." I muttered. I shoved my hand in my pocket and walked to the car, where Niall and Liam were waiting. Niall was sobbing his eyes out while Liam held him, rubbing his back for comfort.

I look a seat in the front of the limo, my body tense. I felt uncomfortable and out of place as Zayn and Harry climbed in the car. I mean, Liam and Niall were best friends, and Zayn and Harry were best friends . . . what was I? Without Niall, not being his boyfriend and all, what am I? Harry probably feels too guilty to hang out with me, I haven't really talked to Zayn since I found out that Niall used to think I was in love with Zayn, and I can't be friends with Niall . . . everything would be too painful. I guess I could hang out with Liam, but he'd probably be comforting Niall all the time.

"We're here, Lou." Liam whispered, patting my shoulder. I jumped, threw myself out of my thoughts, and got out of the car. Immediately, I pushed past everyone and went into my room, throwing myself on my bed.

Niall and I could have kept a private relationship, but I just had to come out to the world. It was my idea to go to management first, as well. Usually I'm the irresponsible one, where the hell did that come from?!

I buried my face in my pillow and cried. I let everything out and just cried. Because at that moment, I didn't care.

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I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was dark out. I sat up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and stood. I looked around the dark room, searching for something to do to get my mind of things, when an idea popped in my head.

I felt around my nightstand until my phone was in my hand. I unlocked it and went on twitter, smiling as I sent out a tweet.

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"What the hell is this?!" Management shouted at me. I sat, biting my lip, my heart racing. I felt nervous. I looked at his phone, seeing my tweet, and smirked a bit. "Don't smile at me, tell me why you did that!"

"Because. As you can see, most of the fans, as in four out of five, are reacting well. They wouldn't mind us being gay. They already think we're gay. So what's the difference?"

I sat with my eyebrow raised for a while, a confident look on my face, but on the inside I was nervous, anxious, waiting for his answer.