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"I can't do this anymore Harry. I can't do it." Louis' voice cracked as he collapsed onto the floor of the hotel room.

"Hey, come on Boobear, we've made it through four years of this, don't give up now." The younger, taller boy wrapped his arms around the broken down man on the ground.

"I've had to 'date' Eleanor for almost three years! I've had to pretend like there isn't something between us for four years! I've had to do everything management tells me to do for four years so I wouldn't ruin the rest of the boys' careers, including yours! I'm sick of it. I'm tired of all of it." He flung his arms out, smacking Harry in the face. Louis' face reddened with anger as tears started running down his cheeks.

The curly haired man stood up, grabbing Louis' arm and pulling him upwards, "You think I enjoy watching you go out and kiss a girl for the world to see? You think it's not just as painful for me to pretend I don't love you? You think I'm happy that management runs my life? You think I'm not sick of it? Not everything is about you! The world doesn't revolve around the spectacular Louis Tomlinson! Does anyone ever ask me if I'm okay? No! Everyone is always asking you! Grow the hell up and get over yourself!"

Louis' petite body flew into the wall, causing the whole room to shake. His weakened body fell to the ground as the three other boys of the band came barging into the room to find out what made the noise.

Harry walked out of the hotel room and to the elevator, leaving his lover behind as he began to sob.