How do I tell him? ~ L.S

32

Louis Tomlinson

Paul keeps a grip on my arm as we walk backstage. "Gotta make sure Simon didn't spontaniously show up" He mumbled as we passed a crowd of fans, most shouting stuff about Larry or holding signs about it.

"Oh" is all I could say.

I smiled big at a girl that a shirt on. A picture of Harry and I was printed to the front. I grinned and waved. She screamed and jumped up and down.

"Louis" Paul grumbled at me

I just waved more as he took me inside. 

He looked around for a few minutes. Simon was no where to be seen. He even asked Lou (our make up artist) and she said, "No, I was told he went back home. He's got work to do"

Paul finally lets my arm go.

"Is he here, Lou?? Is he here?" I ask her

"Waiting for you. Last I seen, he was on the couch" She grins. I pull her into a quick hug then go running. 

I enter the main backstage room and there he is.

Yes, I'm aware it has only been one night that we've been apart, but we've gone through a whole hell of a lot.

He sees me and stands.

"Louis" he grins

"Your hair" I gasp, "I love it"

I run towards him and jump. He catches me midair, his hands are on my bum, my legs are around him, my arms are around his neck, and our lips are locked.

We hear cheering. After a few seconds we stop kissing and he drops me down to my feet. Niall is recorning us, Liam is clapping, and Zayn was cheering. Lou and Paul are grinning at us. The guys who bring in all our water and equipment have stopped to watch and smile.

"I missed you, Lou" Harry mumbled as he pulled into his chest

"I love you" I mumble

"I love you t-" he stops talking and I have a horrible feeling...

I do not want to turn around.

I feel his arms loosen on me. Fuck. I slowly turn and see Simon.

"Hello, Louis. Hello, Harry. Louis, come with me" He says in a fake cheery voice

Paul frowns and steps aside. I have a feeling he's gonna be introuble for letting this happen.

The equipment guys go right back to their jobs. Niall stuffs his phone into his pocket. Zayn leans against the wall. Liam crosses his arms and sends death glares to Simon.

"Louis. Come on, then" He repeats

I look at Harry one more time before going with him...

"I've got someone I want you to meet" oh fucking no

"Simon, I'm gay" I blurt out

He stops and turns to me.

"Do you want Harry to be fired? Thrown out?" He suddenly asks

"well, no, I, never" I stutter

"Do you want him to be made a fool of? Laughed at?" He asks

"No. No, I don't."

"Then you'll do as I say, want, and please. Won't you? You already agreed: His freedom. Right?"

"Y-yeah. His freedom. N-.. not mine" I nod

I just want him to be free

"Then you'll go along with this girlfriend business. He can keep dancing on stage with pride flags. Rainbows. whatever. and... you'll smile and stand by this girl. Right?"

"Swear to me. Promise he will be free." I state

He holds out his hand.

"I'll never go back on my word" He says

I shake his hand, as much as I hate it, I look him in the eyes and nod.

"I'll stand by this girl, as soon as he's free" I promise