World Tour
New Girlfriend
***Louis Tomlinson***
Thursday, July 26th, 2012 – North London, England
We got Liam inside mine and Harry’s house after dinner and he just sat down on the couch, his face expressionless. Harry brought him some tea, and we all gathered around him in the living room. He sat there, silently, which wasn’t good. We needed to get him to talk.
“Liam, talk,” Zayn said, thinking the same thing I had been.
“She cheated on me,” Liam shook his head slowly.
“No, no she didn’t,” Harry said. “She ended things before it came to that.”
“It’s close enough,” Liam said. “She chose him over me. She left me for him. And she lied about it. She didn’t even seem remorseful.”
“Then you’re too good for her,” I said, and I put my arm around Liam.
“Yeah, man,” Zayn added, “if she can’t see what a catch you are, screw her.”
“She’s too busy screwing Jerry,” Liam buried his face in his hands and cried. We all hugged him close until he calmed down, and I hated Danielle for doing this to him until I remembered I had recently done something similar to Harry. That thought made me cringe. I looked at Harry – his face was serious, concerned about Liam. I wanted to hug him and kiss him right then and there; to let him know he’d never have to be in Liam’s shoes again, but I knew we had to take care of our friend first.
We finally got Liam to calm down, and he didn’t really feel a need to talk or say anything more, so we turned on a scary movie and the five of us cuddled on the couch. I held Harry close, and he looked at me as though he understood and had been feeling the same way – we never wanted to let each other go or put each other through a break up ever again. I kissed him, and then stared at him through most of the movie as he watched it, squeezing him tight and smiling at his cuteness whenever he got scared.
Liam seemed okay the next day when we woke up, and he was quiet but functioned just fine during our recording session that morning. After we finished recording, though, the managers called Harry and I back into the conference room, and my heart sank, wondering what it could possibly be this time.
Once Harry and I were seated – Liam, Niall, and Zayn having gone down to the lobby to wait for us – Carl spoke up.
“So, guys, I hate to do this, but it looks like we don’t have any other option. The whole Larry thing isn’t going away, so we’ve hired an actress, and, Louis, we’re going to assign her to play your girlfriend.” Harry and I looked at each other, but didn’t speak. “She’s very pretty,” Carl continued, “so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to kiss her.”
“What?” I said. “No, I’m not kissing anyone besides Harry.”
“Lou, there’s really no other option here,” Pete told me.
“There’s nothing in my contract that states I have to kiss someone I don’t want to,” I asserted. It was true.
“You make a good point,” Frank told me, “but other than the two of you coming out, I really don’t see another choice.” Again, Harry and I looked at each other. I knew he still wasn’t ready to come out.
“Okay, look, I will compromise,” I gave in, “but you have to, too. I will hold her hand, and hug her, and take her out to dinner in public, but I will absolutely not kiss her.”
“It’s not like it’s going to mean anything,” Carl told me.
“Think of it like acting,” Pete added.
“I’m not backing down on this one,” I stated, firmly. “It’s a big enough deal that I’m even willing to lie to the fans like this. Take it or leave it.” The managers looked at each other.
“I guess we can try and make it work that way,” Frank gave in.
“But you gotta sell it, Lou,” Pete told me.
“I will,” I nodded, just glad to not have to cheat on my boyfriend for my job. Speaking of my boyfriend, Harry had been exceptionally quiet throughout this whole meeting.
“Alright, so, your story is you met at the Brit Awards in February,” Carl said, “since both of you actually were there, and you’ve been talking ever since and now that the tour is over you’ve been dating. Her name is Abby Marlowe, and she’s nineteen years old. She’ll be here during your session on Monday so you and all the guys can meet her.”
“Great,” I said. “Are we done here?” Pete nodded, and Harry and I stood up and left. We walked in silence to the elevator, and I looked at him as we got on. “Are you okay with this?” I asked him as the doors closed.
“You’re the one who has to deal with it,” Harry shrugged.
“I know, but I’m sure it’ll be weird for you, too.”
“It’s fine, Louis,” Harry said, but his voice didn’t sound fine. I was about to ask him to spill, when the elevator jerked, dropped, and then stopped. I looked at the controls – it was stuck. I pressed the “help” button, and hoped someone on the other side would come to the rescue.
Thursday, July 26th, 2012 – North London, England
We got Liam inside mine and Harry’s house after dinner and he just sat down on the couch, his face expressionless. Harry brought him some tea, and we all gathered around him in the living room. He sat there, silently, which wasn’t good. We needed to get him to talk.
“Liam, talk,” Zayn said, thinking the same thing I had been.
“She cheated on me,” Liam shook his head slowly.
“No, no she didn’t,” Harry said. “She ended things before it came to that.”
“It’s close enough,” Liam said. “She chose him over me. She left me for him. And she lied about it. She didn’t even seem remorseful.”
“Then you’re too good for her,” I said, and I put my arm around Liam.
“Yeah, man,” Zayn added, “if she can’t see what a catch you are, screw her.”
“She’s too busy screwing Jerry,” Liam buried his face in his hands and cried. We all hugged him close until he calmed down, and I hated Danielle for doing this to him until I remembered I had recently done something similar to Harry. That thought made me cringe. I looked at Harry – his face was serious, concerned about Liam. I wanted to hug him and kiss him right then and there; to let him know he’d never have to be in Liam’s shoes again, but I knew we had to take care of our friend first.
We finally got Liam to calm down, and he didn’t really feel a need to talk or say anything more, so we turned on a scary movie and the five of us cuddled on the couch. I held Harry close, and he looked at me as though he understood and had been feeling the same way – we never wanted to let each other go or put each other through a break up ever again. I kissed him, and then stared at him through most of the movie as he watched it, squeezing him tight and smiling at his cuteness whenever he got scared.
Liam seemed okay the next day when we woke up, and he was quiet but functioned just fine during our recording session that morning. After we finished recording, though, the managers called Harry and I back into the conference room, and my heart sank, wondering what it could possibly be this time.
Once Harry and I were seated – Liam, Niall, and Zayn having gone down to the lobby to wait for us – Carl spoke up.
“So, guys, I hate to do this, but it looks like we don’t have any other option. The whole Larry thing isn’t going away, so we’ve hired an actress, and, Louis, we’re going to assign her to play your girlfriend.” Harry and I looked at each other, but didn’t speak. “She’s very pretty,” Carl continued, “so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to kiss her.”
“What?” I said. “No, I’m not kissing anyone besides Harry.”
“Lou, there’s really no other option here,” Pete told me.
“There’s nothing in my contract that states I have to kiss someone I don’t want to,” I asserted. It was true.
“You make a good point,” Frank told me, “but other than the two of you coming out, I really don’t see another choice.” Again, Harry and I looked at each other. I knew he still wasn’t ready to come out.
“Okay, look, I will compromise,” I gave in, “but you have to, too. I will hold her hand, and hug her, and take her out to dinner in public, but I will absolutely not kiss her.”
“It’s not like it’s going to mean anything,” Carl told me.
“Think of it like acting,” Pete added.
“I’m not backing down on this one,” I stated, firmly. “It’s a big enough deal that I’m even willing to lie to the fans like this. Take it or leave it.” The managers looked at each other.
“I guess we can try and make it work that way,” Frank gave in.
“But you gotta sell it, Lou,” Pete told me.
“I will,” I nodded, just glad to not have to cheat on my boyfriend for my job. Speaking of my boyfriend, Harry had been exceptionally quiet throughout this whole meeting.
“Alright, so, your story is you met at the Brit Awards in February,” Carl said, “since both of you actually were there, and you’ve been talking ever since and now that the tour is over you’ve been dating. Her name is Abby Marlowe, and she’s nineteen years old. She’ll be here during your session on Monday so you and all the guys can meet her.”
“Great,” I said. “Are we done here?” Pete nodded, and Harry and I stood up and left. We walked in silence to the elevator, and I looked at him as we got on. “Are you okay with this?” I asked him as the doors closed.
“You’re the one who has to deal with it,” Harry shrugged.
“I know, but I’m sure it’ll be weird for you, too.”
“It’s fine, Louis,” Harry said, but his voice didn’t sound fine. I was about to ask him to spill, when the elevator jerked, dropped, and then stopped. I looked at the controls – it was stuck. I pressed the “help” button, and hoped someone on the other side would come to the rescue.
Notes
So...thank you guys for being so sweet - looks like you want the drama to continue so I will ABSOLUTELY keep writing this! Just let me know when you get sick of it :-)Also, one of you made a good point - Danielle is probably great in real life. I don't know anything about her, so my apologies to her/any of her fans for portraying her as being mean to Liam!
Being stuck on an elevator with Larry Stylinson sounds like a dream come true...
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
5/6/14