Harry's POV

I woke up with an excruciating headache. I sat up in bed and the surprise I saw in my bed made me about soil my pants, or sheets rather.

"Louis, what are you doing?" I asked rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. The little man sat cross legged and just stared at me with what seemed like a disapproving look. "What is it Louis?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He was fiddling with his fingers which he rarely does. He is speaking to me as if I was the one who was drunk.

"Yes, I remember everything. We went to the show, I dropped her off in her room, then I came back to mine, Skyped Leah then went to bed." I shrugged as if it were that simple, why is he being more nosy that usual?

"Because I saw something and I wanna get your side of it so I don't over react like I know I will." He finally just crossed his arms and his fiddling stopped. It's too early to be this confused.

"So what did you allegedly see?" I asked him.

"I saw you and Clair, together, in your bed. She was on top of you." Louis sighed. "I'm not saying that I really believe that you would do that, but it looked like you were cheating on Leah."

"Louis, are you being serious right now?!" I shouted. I would never expect my best friend to accuse me of cheating on my wife.

"I was in my room when I heard a lot of noise coming from next door, so I went to take a look and that's what I saw." He held his hands up as if I had a gun pointed to his head. "Just tell me it was nothing more than a kiss." His eyes looked desperate, and it was killing me. I've only seen him like this a few times.

"It was just a kiss." Unless I really did forget last night. Louis kept starring at me waiting for an explanation.
**

The Last Night

Before I knew what was happening, Clair pushed me me down on to the bed and latched her mouth to mine. My hands gripped her hips and pushed her back, I had just enough time to take a breath before she forced her self on me again. I pushed her away again and this time I got to speak.

"What the hell!" I shouted at her. She looked at me innocently, bitting her lip. There was nothing sexy about it.

"Oh c'mon Harry," she started unzipping her dress "you can't tell me you don't want this." her voice was low.

"I can and I will. Clair I don't want you, I never wanted you. This is a game and you know it. I have a wonderful wife, and I'm not the cheating type." I huffed after my rant. Her eyes softened into what looked like understanding. But she still wants to be a bitch.

She reached for my arm, "I'm sorry baby-"

"No! Don't 'baby' me!" I walked over to the door, "I want you out, now."

"But-"

"No buts either Clair, I mean it. Eventually it will be over." I sighed. "Now get out."

**
"I'm sorry, mate. I should have just asked you straight up." Louis said. I nodded my head and looked at the alarm beside his bed.

"Is there another reason you came? It's too early to just be wondering about that." I chuckled and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled out of bed.

"Actually yes I am. Get dressed we have a meeting.' Louis was smiling, awkwardly so. I've never seen him glowing this much at this hour.

"For what?" I yawned, flopping back on the bed, stretching.

"Get you arse up. I have a message from your baby mama and Simon has news for you too." My ears perked up at the mention of Leah, or as Louis says my baby mama, but with Simon coming I don't want to waste a second.

**

The message from Leah was just her checking up on me. Asked how the premier went, I didn't feel like elaborating on that. She told me that she has grown a few inches and that she is stuck in the sweaters I left and her joggers or panties, depending on who she is with. It was too late over then so I just left a voice mail for her to wake up to.

"Simon is in the lobby." Niall looked up from his phone. Zayn didn't flinch from his art, Liam was still on twitter and Louis stood beside me.

"Is he coming up here?" I gawked. I was still in my briefs and the rest of the boys were dressed like they were up for hours. It's 7:45! Louis nodded doing that thing where he places his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his feet, trying to contain a smile. He does that a lot.

I rushed back to my room throwing on a black shirt and my too-tight-skinny jeans, I think their dirty but they smell ok. I rake my fingers through my hair while skipping back to the room that the other occupied. A few seconds after I closed the door it opened again, but this time an old man entered.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Simon slipped off his sunglasses, slipping them in his pocket and clutching a brief case. "Styles." He held his hand out for me to shake, "Been a while since we've talked. I'm glad you have clothes on this time." My eyes went wide and my cheeks flush as he walked to the chairs in the suite. The boys snickered behind his back.

"Let's cut to the chase." I sat on the couch next to Louis and Niall watching with anticipation as Simon pulled out the papers.

"I'm sure Harry is well aware of the situation at hand, but I guess I need to inform the rest of you. The day after you boys left, something popped up on twitter that caught Leah's eye causing her to, for some idiotic reason, confront Brad. He got a pretty good hand on her and all-"

"What?" I interrupted. This was all news to me. "What do you mean he got a pretty good hand on her?" Simon sighed and scowled at me.

"He may have grabbed her wrist a little too tight, but if you have any more questions about that you need to take it up with her. Anyway, I came by to check on her when they called me. She came to them about the contract with you and Clair. They claimed there wasn't a copy but she was smart and made a copy, so I went to get it to analyze it a bit deeper. I found something." There was a dead silence as he dug the papers out. and placed them on the table.

"What kind of something?" Liam leaned forward.

"Some words were mixed up making it sound reasonable, but in a way the contract is actually illegal." With those words, my heart skidded to a stop and my air supply was gone. He placed the papers in front of me. There were come highlighted parts, all different colors, and there was red lines and notes all over the pages.

"Almost everything that has a note beside it is some sort of illegal. Number one it has nothing to do with you staying away from home. Brad made that up himself. This contract only makes the 'relationship' true, you never have to make public appearances."

"I feel so stupid." I ran my hand over my hair. "I read over it, but I didn't sign it." I should have caught some of these things.

"Harry, none of this is on you. You've never seen something like this because they never went this far." I nodded my head in understanding but I still felt like some was my fault.

"The main thing that could very easily put him in cuffs for a period of time is the signature." He handed me a paper that I look and looked directly at the bottom. I could feel Niall and Louis peeking over at it too.

"Are you saying that only I could sign it?"

"Not exactly. There can be an authority figure's signature replace yours. But from what the contract says, it looks like Brad got a little too full of himself because he wasn't capable of putting this contract into effect."

"What do you mean? Who needed to sign it?" Niall asked.

"It asked for your founder, top overseer, what ever you want to call it, to sign it."

"But I thought that was Brad?" Louis spoke up. My body was practically shaking and I couldn't control my breathing.

"He is your management founder. If anyone was to replace Harry's signature, it would have to be me." I closed my eyes letting a breath I was aware of holding. I placed my face in my hands and laughed.

"So what does this mean?" I asked anxiously.

Simon held up the papers, "This contract," he slowly pulled a hand down an the ripping sound of paper was music to my ear, "was a piece if shit and is now void."

I looked at him and the boys. With an uncontrollable smile on my face.

My life was finally going to go back to normal.

(( A/N Been a while. I'm on break so I should be writing a lot.))