Where were You? ( boyxboy )

I Shouldn't Be Here

"You've got to be fucking kidding
me," Louis spat, "No never in a million years."
"Are you that gay to Harry that you won't just hold my hand, Louis?" Eleanor said in a snappy tone.

"Yah actually. I can't believe Modest forced me to be here at this goddy restaurant with you," his face contorted into disgust," plus, it's Harry and I's anniversary. He's gonna be pissed."
"You can go make out with your boyfriend as soon as possible. But right now there are photographers everywhere so hold my hand and act like a gentlemen," She huffed in surrender. Louis sighed deeply and held out his hand for her, she complied and put her sweaty hand in his.
That night at dinner Louis ended up having to kiss Eleawhore (yes he was pissed) because management forced them to look more "coupley," whatever the hell that meant. The whole time Eleanor was talking about who knows what or cares, all he could think about was that he shouldn't be there. He should be with Harry eating a romantic dinner, kissing him, and having sex. Knowing that Harry probably already knows what he's done, there's no way he's getting any of that tonight.