Our Deluded Hearts

The first time I met Louis Tomlinson was only a few minutes after his boyfriend was trying to push his tongue down my throat. I met Harry Styles approximately five hours before that, at a stadium where he was giving his last LA show, and where I was supposed to meet my high school best friend, who at that time was in a public relationship with the ex-boy bander. I also had an article to write about the "popstar of the decade," with a rather tight deadline and my job on the line. Everyone, well, a few dozen paparazzo and journalists, thought that they would be having dinner together after the show. That wasn't the case. In fact when I got to the stadium Kalina was already gone. But let me start the story a few hours earlier.