"Harry, you have to do something!" I pleaded, shaking my head slightly, tugging at the roots of my hair. When I'd refused to pack last night Liam, happily, did it for me. And now they were trying to get me to that damned airport.

"I can't Louis, you pushed the last nerve of Uncle Si's. What's done is done! Just go, it's not that long." Harry sighed, shaking his head at me as he rubbed his eyes.

I scoffed. "Not that long?! It's two months and two weeks in the winter! I won't go! Never!" I sounded like a child, but I didn't want to go. I wouldn't even get contact with any of the boys.

And I got a fucking rule list. Here's the rules I have to follow if I go;

1; Louis and the rest of the band of One Direction will NOT keep contact without permission
2; Louis will NOT visit a night club, bar, or unauthorized restaurant without an escort
3; Louis is to NOT get intoxicated
4; Louis will be visited everyday he's in London by Amara T.
5; Louis will NOT be bothered by the public eye, paparazzi, etc
6; If a fan does approach Louis, he must sign and autograph, take a picture, or what they wish no 'NO' allowed...and so on you get it but they also said;

If a rule is broken, there will be a punishment. For a rule broken, Louis will get a strike. He only has three strikes. And if he reaches all three he will be permanently terminated from the band. etc

I groaned. "Don't make me go!" Harry seemed frustrated and he proved that when he clenched his jaw, grabbing my shirt and pulling me from our shared apartment. "Harry! No!" Cursid his muscles. Mother fucker. I stuck my feet in the ground, trying to slow him down, but it was no use. Damnit.

"Finally!" Liam said, exasperated as Harry shoved me into the car. Going back up to get my bags. Fucker. "You understand the rules, Lou?" I heard Niall's soft voice and was hesitate to answer him. But I knew I couldn't..

"Yes, I have to Niall." I said and groaned again, leaning my head against the cold glass window as Harry climbed in, slamming the door behind him without a word. We drove in silence to the airport and I crossed my arms. They were NOT getting me on that plane. Absolutely not.

"We're here!" Paul called throughout the truck and I stiffened. I am NOT getting out.

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"Excuse me, sir, we're about to land," a lady, who I'd learned to despise, shook my shoulder, causing me to open my eyes with a small groan. She smiled that stupid fake happiness smile and handed me a small sheet of paper.

Just as I turned in my seat she'd vanished so I couldn't ask her whatever the hell it was. I groaned, turning back around and sitting up, into a more comfortable position. Damn Simon made me sit in the 'normal people' seats, with 'normal people' food and shit.

I looked at the paper, flipping it over to see it had writing on it. And Niall's signature was scribbled down at the bottom, below the small paragraph written there. Thank you Ms. Prissy Pants, I thought in my head, reading the note over.

Louis,

I know Simon said no contact at all but I'm gonna call you a few times. I promise. Just maybe not that much, if I get caught, I could get you and I both in big trouble. But that's not the point of this little note. I just wanted to tell you I think you can get better. I miss how you were Lou, when you always laughed and told stupid but yet very weird jokes. And I laughed more than I really should've, and Harry would try to one up you and I'd just shake my head and walk away. I miss those days because those days made us a family. Louis you've brought us all down. I don't know what happened, but I hope you'll eventually let it go on this little break. Because I missed you even when you were here, and now I'll miss you even more. Don't tell Simon, or the lads, but I arranged to come see you in about a month and a week, by then I hope you'll be better. I really do miss you lad.

Niall Horan

I sighed, it was always Niall out of us who I knew was the weakest. In emotional strength that is. With another groan, I hit my head back on the seat, closing my eyes. After a few minutes the intercom came on and the pilot explained we'd be landing shortly.

"Fuck off," I whispered harshly under my breath, causing the women who was sitting next to me to scoff. I rolled my eyes, "Mind your own damn business." She scoffed again, flipping me off this time, in which I returned as the plane landed. I quickly gathered my carry on and practically ran off the damned plane.

As I got off I breathed in the fresh air, smiling ever so slightly as I walked up to the luggage carts. Grabbing my two suitcases in one hand and throwing my back pack over my shoulder. "This shit is supposed to be good for me, yea right, this is shit," I mumbled, looking around the airport. I don't get a driver? Fantastic.

I walked toward the exit, moving back and forth and side to side as I tried to escape all the people around me. "Louis!" I swear I heard a feminine voice, yell my name over the chatter of others and footsteps surrounding me. I whipped my head around, catching my eyes on a girl with a cropped top on and black skinny jeans lining her legs. She seemed relieved, why, I had no idea.

"Thank god," she mumbled, walking up to me quickly and grabbing my carry on from my arms, "if I wouldn't have found you Si would've been pissed, huh?" She laughed quickly, but I stayed mute, watching her. This couldn't be Amara, right? She seemed too cheery. We would NOT get along. "Ready to go?"

This time I actually spoke to her, "Go where?" I asked as she guided me through a line of people, she smiled and waved like she knew them all. And a few people responded, saying a small 'Hi Amara' back to her, a little boy even ran up and hugged her legs before his mother came and got him.

Which was annoying. For me at least. This girl just laughed. "To the apartment you'll be staying in the remainder of the time you're time spent here." She looked at me over her shoulder as we made it outside. She quickly dropped my carry on and as I went to yell at her I saw a man in a tie take it from her and hand her a jacket, which she smiled in taking and slipped it on.

The man took my luggage and I looked at her. "Are you rich or something?" I quizzed as the man opened the door for her and she grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the sleek black limo with her.

She shook her head, "No, no, of course not. Si just rented this guy for the day, so I can take you to your apartment and such. By the way," she smiled at me, "I'm Amara." Shit.