Warnings {Please read, there's a lot of important things in this note!}: This story contains a lot of heavy stuff, so do not read if affected by things such as death, smut, rape, self-harm, self-judgement, boy and boy content, drug and alcohol use, and things along these lines... Also, things in here on the heavier side will include Louis and Harry and possibly offensive things will be said. This is all a story and I have made 100% of the main story plot up. I haven't, however, made up the One Direction boys or some of the happenings, so please know the truth and what I have made up before getting angry.

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In which Harry and Louis, already on the edge of their insanity, have to do Modest! a favor a little out of their contracts.

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Louis Tomlinson hated a lot of things.

And here Louis Tomlinson was, driving a sleek Range Rover to the Modest! building, in the rain, on an early Monday morning.

He hated all of that.

It really sucked for him because when he was a little kid, he'd imagined being a singer- a happy singer.

Louis was not happy. He hated his fucking job. Don't get Louis wrong, he loved the fans and the attention and singing, but he hated the media and the lies and the bullshit that he was put through.

And why, oh, why, hadn't he quit before Zayn?

Zayn was a lucky bastard. He knew Louis had intentions on quitting but Zayn beat him to it. Now it was finally Louis's time to rest. It was a new year and he only had six months left before he could officially quit his job at Modest!.

Louis also hated lying to the fans. One Direction was finished.

Louis blinked back into reality once parked and climbed out of the car, running through the lot and getting soaked.

He hated rain.

Louis let out a moan of relief once inside. He felt like he stepped out of the ocean and into the desert. The lobby was basked in a soft glow and an amazing heat.

Louis went straight past the check-in desk and to the elevator. His meeting with Helena Salivar was in less than two minutes, but Louis didn't give a damn. He hated Helena.

Once on the very top floor, Louis got off and walked down the hall, just running into a very petite girl. He backed up, ready to apologize, when he came face to face with Perrie Edwards.

"Louis," she said softly, blue eyes avoiding contact with his. "How are you?"

"Fine," Louis said briskly. "How's Zayn?"

Her eyes hardened at the challenge and she raised an eyebrow. "How's Eleanor?"

"Quite a comeback," Louis sassed, crossing his arms.

"Unlike you and Eleanor, Zayn and I were actually together," Perrie hissed. "Funny you propose to the girl right after Zayn leaves in order to keep the spotlight on yourself."

Louis's face reddened and he pushed past her and towards Helena's office. He expected to find only Helena. Helena was there, alright, long, dark hair a waterfall around her perfectly structured face, blue eyes one Louis's wet body once he entered.

"'Ello, Louis," Helena greeted. "'Ow're you?"

"Fine," Louis said briskly, eyes flickering over to the man sitting in one of the chairs across from Helena's desk. "Harry," he added as a swift greeting.

Harry merely glanced at him before looking away. He seemed angry, but Louis knew the real story. Harry wasn't angry, no, Harry Styles was livid.

"What's going on?" Harry snapped, quite unlike his usual, philosophical self.

"I called you both here to discuss something. Take a seat, Mr. Tomlinson," Helena spoke in her thick French accent.

Louis obeyed, sitting beside Harry and subtly leaning back. "Harry and I haven't encouraged any of those ridiculous rumors anytime lately, Helena. I don't understand what more-"

"I must stop you there, Louis. You must know of the goings on in the fan world? The suicides committed recently because of this engagement, no?"

"Of course he knows!" Harry snapped. "He's a heartless bastard! He doesn't care about the fans! He wants the spotlight!"

"Excuse you," Louis snaps, blue eyes blazing as he glares at Harry, "But I certainly do care about the fans."

"You knew this contract was over soon so why did you propose to Eleanor?" Harry sneered. "Either you genuinely fell in love with her or you want that bloody spotlight!"

Louis's face was even redder than when Perrie had said it- Louis wanted the spotlight.

As if he'd admit it to Harry, though, especially not Harry.

"You," Louis seethed as Helena just watched, "You... You're just jealous, Harry!"

"Jealous!?" Harry's laugh was cold, so cold that Louis was no longer warm. He felt as if Harry had brought in the rain, a snowstorm, even.

"I fucking-"

"Boys," Helena said with a finality in her tone, "I have to tell you about the final condition of your contract."

Harry glared at Louis before turning to Helena. "Go on, then. I've a trip to my hometown after those horrid interviews next week and I'm willing to get there quick."

"Speaking of those interviews... You're coming out in the first one you go to, Harry."

Harry's jaw nearly dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. "What?"

"I'm allowing you to tell the world that you are gay and-"

"Holy shit! Thank you, oh my-"

"And Louis will come out as well," Helena interrupted harshly.

Louis raised his eyebrows. "Come out? I'm not gay."

"Oh, yes, you are," Helena said with a wicked smile. "You are very much gay and very much in love with Harry Styles."

"What-"

"It's already finalized. It will hopefully end the suicides and leave the fans feeling nostalgic. Larry Stylinson will be the center of attention- that is where you like to be, Louis, no?"

There was a heavy silence in the room before it happened- Harry knew it would happen because Louis is a spoiled brat who always gets his way.

Louis threw a tantrum.

In his own defense, he's spent about five years following the rules and procedures and damned contacts of this God forsaken management and he was so fed up with it.

Come out as gay with Harry?

Ha!

Louis Tomlinson hated a lot of things.

And Harry Styles was number one on that list.