Truly, Madly, Deeply (Book 2 of the Summer Love series) || 1D

THIRTY-NINE: I Want To Be Young

Briley's POV

    I wake up around 10:30 and go downstairs to make coffee. As I make my coffee, I notice that it's unusually quiet. There's no sign of Harry or Louis yet. They must still be asleep. I check Twitter and drink my coffee. As I scroll through Twitter, I notice that there's not a lot to be talked about amongst the fans these days. It's so crazy how much we're all hiding from the public.

    No one ever found out Harry and I were in Florida at all. We were never papped, and neither of us posted anything about where we were; neither did my parents. The boys and Harry and I tried to post things that made it seem like Harry and I never left London. Louis would Tweet at Harry saying things like "what are you doing?" and Harry would respond "sitting across from you". Zayn posted an old picture of him, Louis, and Harry to make it seem like they were all together. It was crazy how easily everyone fell for it.

    On top of that, still no one knows Harry and I are engaged. That's been one of the easiest, yet most grueling things to hide. It's hard not to wear my ring and it's hard not telling anyone other than immediate family and the One Direction team. My aunt called the other day to check in and I wanted to tell her so badly that I'm engaged, but I couldn't.

    I just want the news to be broken already, even though PR has been preparing Harry and I for the inevitable hate we're going to get online. Crystal--the head of One Direction's PR team--keeps saying I'll probably get the worst of it. I'd be lying if I said I'm not worried about it. I've seen the way the fans talk on social media. They can be really mean and threatening. I know that when our engagement is announced, I'll probably get death threats. PR has planned to move all writing sessions and work related meetings to Princess Park for at least a week after the engagement is announced because they're worried about how fans will react. It's a little daunting to think about, but I'm still so eager to be publicly engaged regardless.

    I scroll through Twitter mindlessly, mostly looking for any Tweets mentioning Louis or Eleanor. Most fans really like Eleanor, but a small group is suspicious of her relationship with Louis. A few fans have picked up on the fact that when they're seen together it always seems forced. The fans are smart. PR tries really hard to cover up almost everything the boys do in their private lives, but when something is suspicious, the fans almost always know about it. They come up with elaborate theories and talk to each other about those theories on social media. I always think it's so fun reading through what people think is going on behind the scenes, even if they're wrong. I wonder what the fans would think if they found out that their theory about Eleanor and Louis isn't that far-fetched at all.

    I hope Louis is okay. Harry was so worried last night; we ended up leaving the pub shortly after Louis and Eleanor left. Harry couldn't focus on anything or even hold a conversation, he was so distracted. I waited up with him for Louis for a couple of hours, but I ended up falling asleep on the couch in his lap. He woke me up around 2 AM and asked me if I wanted to go to bed. He tucked me in and cuddled with me for a little while. I asked him if he was going to keep waiting up for Louis and he said yes. I told him that was good, that I wanted him to. I'm assuming once I fell asleep, he came back downstairs to wait. I wonder if Louis even came home. I assume so because Harry wasn't next to me when I woke up and he's not asleep on the couch. I can only assume he's asleep in Louis' room.

    Once I finish my coffee, I put my phone in my pocket and head upstairs. It won't hurt to check on them. I walk quietly to Louis' door and open it as slowly and silently as I can. I look inside and see Harry and Louis asleep, all cuddled up with each other. They're so cute. However, even in his sleep, I can tell Louis is really hurting. He looks comfortable and seems to be sleeping like a baby, but something in his face tells me that last night was really hard for him. I close the door and go back to mine and Harry's room to unpack some more.