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Edit 2021: I have been receiving a LOT of hate from this story lately only because of the fact that I called Freddie "not louis's biological son" for the sake of the storyline. I don't mean it in reality and this story was written in 2017 when the entire world was speculating who Freddie was. Back then we didn't have baby pics or proof and everything was blurry and chaotic.
I am not saying I am innocent, I said some things in this story that I regret deeply but I refuse to make changes to the original text. Just wanted to establish that I'm not heartless and the "shame on you" comments bothered me a little.

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It all started when Modest! asked me the simplest question ever, I should have known that it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, I shouldn't have let the small bubble of hope jump around in my heart. How did I even imagine me and Harry out there, having the time of our life in front of everyone with our fingers laced together as an ultimate display of freedom? just how?

But guess what? I did grinned from ear to ear when our manager had sighed after me nagging to him for two whole hours the month before me and Haz's 4th anniversary, I wanted it to be one to remember, I wanted to give Harry something that day to make it memorable, I wanted to come out.

I didn't succeed at the coming out part but I did had loads of success at the 'making it memorable' part.

Here's a brief version of how it went... more like how it went down.

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One year ago...

"Louis for the last time, you can't come out!" a guy from the management team yelled clearly getting annoyed by my continuous nagging but I wasn't about to give up. I had promised Hazza to do something that would shock him to his very core.

"No, I have had enough of your bullshit! How long are you going to continue this? We are gay, homo, queer, don't you understand?! lets make a deal...I will even let you call me a 'faggot' and for a gay guy that means a lot, just let us come out" I could feel the irritation build inside me.

"Okay, what do you want more? Harry or One Direction." the manager asked.

I just stood there fish mouthing the air, seriously, how dumb can a person really be? Do they still think I give two shits about the band? Now don't get me wrong, 'One direction' has always been one of my main priorities, if it wasn't for this band I would have been a no one,I wouldn't have so many beautiful people from around the world supporting me , I would have never met the boys and most importantly, I would have never met Harry, so I owe it all to 'One Direction' but there is a limit to everything.

The rise of One direction was the downfall of me, it actually felt like I was trading my soul for money, it was like 'you would have everything you need, just not the way you want' and I was sick and tired of it but too much of a coward to let go.

"Harry of course you dumbass" I spat.

"listen, I will have to give you an ultimatum here" he sighed, "You know that the contract is ending soon right? so its either you or Harry, we can let either one of you off the hook but not both, also there will be a few conditions" he said and turned around in his chair, the whole room was pin drop silent.

"Your PR stunts will be doubled and... you will not be allowed to tell harry that they are actually stunts, you will actually have to make him believe that they are real" he added.

"Hell no, you are actually setting a plan to break up me and harry" I was seething.

"oh Louis Louis Louis, I know you are a stubborn little git but have you seen that boy's face, he is dead inside and hanging on a string, he is just holding on because of you, still thinking you will be able to make it all right, you are just getting his hopes up when you know that you can't do shit about the situation, don't you feel guilty?" he said calmly and they were right for once.

"I do...I really do" with that being said, I left the room.

"No hurry Tomlinson, call me tomorrow with you decision" he called out after me.

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I got back home as quick as possible, wanting nothing more than to just take a shower and cuddle into the arms that are always open for me... my home.

I found Harry laying on the couch, long hair tied up in a messy bun, his legs were curled in order to fit them in the love seat, his hips looked soft yet his v-line was prominent where his flannel had rid up, the other halves of all my complementary tattoos that littered his gorgeous milky white skin could be spotted from the where they were peaking out, and to top it off, he was cuddling a huge teddy bear to his chest, I felt honoured like I did something really very good to deserve someone like him, he was all around beautiful.

Harry was the definition of the statement 'Beauty goes deeper than the surface'.

At that moment I know what I had to do, I wanted to set Harry free, I wanted to see him take over the world, see him be who he wants to be... see him fearless.

That night I kissed Harry with everything I had in me knowing that after that...nothing would ever be the same.

Harry was better off without me but I still was naive enough to believe we could work.

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And that was it.

The next day I called and told them that I wanted Harry to be free, I signed the documents and woos! my happily ever after shattered in front of me.

They made me go to pubs, clubs and other nasty places. I had to grind on sweaty bodies that actually had a vagina, rumours floated around how I was such a party boy but it was okay...nothing too extreme.

Harry was a bit skeptical at first but he let it slide, too innocent to think foul of me.

I was so excited on the day of our anniversary, my baby could finally be free, he could walk around being as gay as he wanted and then come back home to me every night. perfect right? wrong.

I made our 'signature meal', set up the table, flower petals on bed and all that other cliche stuff just to spoil my baby.

My phone buzzed indicating a message.

I quickly opened it to see if it was Harry, much to my dismay... it was the stupid manager.

Asshole M: Harry is going to send you a message soon, reply with a 'yes', its part of the contract .

I got harry's message just a few moments later.

My little spoon<3: did you really had sex with Briana Jungswirth?

"yes" tears streamed down my face as I typed the hardest reply ever. I fell on the floor bawling into my hands when my phone 'dinged' again.

My little spoon<3: we're over.

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Within the next 24 hours, news about Briana being pregnant with Louis' baby surfaced all over the internet, it was the front page news in every magazine before he could even register the whole situation.

And just like that, the Louis you all knew, the one you called your sunshine, happy go lucky, crinkly eyed boobear... died.

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