hotel room 108 is published. it's another narry book and niall can talk this time lmao

above is an exclusive picture of how niall feels every time eleanor opens her mouth to talk.

harry

I watched from afar as Eleanor started yelling at all the stylists and executive to make sure her debut as my spouse was nothing other than perfect. I felt humiliated and ashamed as I observed her stomp around like a spoiled brat.

"Harry! Why the hell are you in that black suit! My dress is purple! You need to put of the black suit with the purple trim! It will fit much better than that hideous thing." Eleanor demanded out of nowhere.

"Excuse me? I don't think you understand your place in this situation; you're the hired girlfriend. Not the real girlfriend. I have a boyfriend, and I'm matching with him."

"Harry," she chuckled, "I don't think you understand what you're risking here. This is your career on the line, not mine. If you come out, the world will reject you. So unless you want me to out you, I suggest you do what I say."

Although her rant didn't scare me, what scared me was that she had enough power to crush what I was trying to create. Utterly speechless and trying to find the words to say, Eleanor's voice rang in my ears again;

"Change. Now."

niall

I sat on the couch, tapping my feet impatiently. I had been sitting down here for over thirty minutes (the time being 5:00), waiting for Eleanor and Harry to come down. I was so happy Harry was wearing the suit I personally liked. At least some significant piece of our relationship would be leaving this house.

Footsteps echoed throughout the suite and I stood up, smoothing out my outfit. Harry and I would be matching by wearing black. Eleanor came down in a purple velvet dress that wrapped around her body, and Harry followed, showing that their arms were linked. On Harry's body was a black suit with a purple trim and a purple tie.

Harry? What...

Harry shrugged nonchalantly,

"It didn't match."

He walked right out the door with a blank expression and Eleanor passed by, a smug smirk painted on her tan face,

"That's not the only thing that doesn't match."

I watched them walk away, feeling mentally defeated.

"Come Mr. Horan, you'll be transported in a separate car." An executive came up to me and nudged me forward

I can't even drive with my boyfriend?

"No sir, your boyfriend will be driving with Eleanor."

I frowned and followed the other drivers out. This was what it was going to be like then. 'Elarry' getting more publicity and Harry and Niall was going to be utter nothingness.

Reality checks suck.

harry

I was so tempted to text Niall, or even call him while we were driving to the damned venue, but I could feel Eleanor watching me from the corner of her eye as she talked to my manager on the phone.

About thirty minutes later, we were pulling into the red carpet area for the VMAs

"It was for your own good," she whispered as she took my hand, "now put on a smile for those fans."

"For the fans. Not for you."

We stepped out the car and were immediately blinded by flashing lights and hoards of people.

Although they were there, in all of that I saw no Niall; therefore, I saw no purpose.

Everything was just grey to me without him. Black and white, no but grey?

Don't even get me started.