Chapter 18

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV:
"Lou..."
"No."
"But Louis-"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You've gotta tell-"
"No I don't. I don't have to and I'm not going to, at least, not right now."
"Louis!"
"Harry, I can't! I CAN'T, HARRY! I CAN'T TELL YOU. I LOVE YOU, I CAN'T LOSE YOU. I NEED YOU HARRY AND IF I TELL YOU THEN I'LL LOSE YOU!"
The silence was so loud, as I thought about how to put my next question.
"Did you cheat?"
"Harry, like I would ever." He scoffed.
"Answer the question." He was making me worried; did he?
"Harry. I have never, will never and would never cheat on you. Some things are just best left secrets. C'mon, you need to finish packing. Our flight leaves in four hours."

With a sigh, I continued packing my clothes.
I could feel Louis' gaze on my back, but every time I turned to look, he glanced away.
"Lou, I've had enough of this. Tell me."
"Fine."
Wait, what? There's no way he's actually agreeing to this, he's the most stubborn person I know.
As he folded a pair of jeans, he started telling me.
"So you remember back in the early days, when I went to that bar and got covered in cake?"
"Yeah, obviously."
"Well, uh... the bar... Harry, it was a gay bar. It was before we got together, and I went there, and I, uh, I got papped."
"Wait, what has this got to do with anything?"
"Just listen."
He paused, taking a deep breath.
"Simon found out, and he went...ballistic. He was so mad. He said that I should be trying to find a nice girl and settle down, not be out partying with... with f-faggots."
Only now I realised he was crying.
"What?"
"Harry, he made me sign a contract. I have to stunt with Eleanor or another woman of their choice, I can't come out, else he'll cancel our record deal. He won't just kick me out, he'll kick all of us."
"This is bullshit."
"Harry-"
"No, Lou, this is bullshit. I'm not letting him do this to you."
"Harry you can't-"
"To hell I can't! I'm not about to let some asshole-"
"HARRY!"
That silenced me. My brain was ticking a million miles a minute.
Why? I need to talk to the others, did they know? Is that what this is really about?
"Harry... it's not worth it. He's got too much power over Modest. There's no way in a million years he'll let me come out."
"We've got to at least try-"
"No. This conversation is over, we're not doing anything about it. It's my contract and my choice, and I'm sick of fighting when I know it just ends in pain. Leave it, Harry. I'm going to go see if Zayn's back yet and give the crew my bags."
With that, I'm left sitting on the bed, mad at the world, mad at simon.
More than anything, I'm mad at myself. Why am I letting Simon rule my relationship?
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Niall's POV:
I head out  of my room, bags packed, and hand them over to a couple of our crew. I know Liam's packed his and Zayn's stuff, cause I can see their bags sitting down the hall. 
Louis walks out of his and Harry's room, red blotches on his cheeks as he tugs his bags with him. The door swings closed behind him.
Wait, what?
Red blotches - has he been crying?
No, no way
"Wait, Lou, did you tell him?"
He seems to be shocked out of his own little world, but he nods in answer.
I pull him towards me, and I feel him drop his bags. Slowly he hugs me back, sobbing into my shoulder.
"C'mon, come back to my room."
I tug his sleeve and sit him down on my bed.
"What... what did he-"
"He wants to fight back, says Simon shouldn't control me like that."
"He's not wrong, y'know. I'll talk to the others, if we all agree then maybe we should-"
"We're not leaving Modest, Ni. You guys don't have it too bad, I just need to suck it up."
"Lou, we're not just going to sit here and let you take all this shit. I'm sorry, but unless something changes then we need to get away from Simon-"
"I'm just so tired. I'm so tired of fighting and not getting anything back, and I love Harry so much, and I just don't want to keep fighting anymore. It's fine"
"It's not-"
"It's fine. I need to go see if Zayn's back yet."
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allo 
well that turned out way more depressing than i intended, but there you have it.
chapter 18
its been a while since ive done a harry POV so i figured id change it up a little and do a chapter thats not about zayn
simons an asshole.
anyways,
all the love 
~perzon