Forbidden Love

Still The One...

LOUIS' POV

Ever since I saw Harry I knew that he was the one. His vivid green eyes, his curly mess of hair on his head, deep dimples, and all his tattoos. It was just something about him that drove me wild. He meant the world to me. He was my one and only...my soulmate....my everything...my best kept secret. It was perfect. We'd look at each other all the time and my heart would beat like crazy. He'd touch my arm or something and I'd get chills. We'd make faces at each other and make each other laugh all the time. Everything made me melt.

But then, one day, everyone knew. Management knew, the fans knew, the rest of the boys knew and even our parents knew. Everyone just kinda sensed it. Management didn't exactly like it though. They told us it was only a phase, although me and Harry knew it wasn't. Next thing we knew, Management made the decision to get us both girlfriends, expecting this whole thing to go away. They thought that giving us girlfriends would distract us from each other and that we'd be kissing our girlfriends instead of being with each other all the time and everything would be better than before. They thought we would be happier.

"Harry and Taylor. You and Eleanor. It's a perfect match. This will fix it all." They said.

"Sure." was all I said, hoping that they were right.

But they weren't. It didn't do any of that. It only made things worse for us.

It made me feel miserable because I was absolutely sure of one thing--- I couldn't be with Harry and he knew he couldn't be with me. He belonged to someone else now, and who was that someone? None other than the lovely Taylor Swift. To be honest, she is a great singer with a great career, but on the inside....on the inside, I hated her with a burning passion....hated her, hated management....hated everyone that took my Harry away from me. Oh wait, that's just Taylor and management.

The fans....the fans hated it too, and they made it quite obvious. I see the comments all over twitter and instagram and they didn't like the fact that Eleanor and I were dating either, but we didn't get as much hate as Harry and Taylor did. The fans basically despised the two together.While they were dating, Harry and I didn't talk as much as we used to, didn't get the chance to joke around anymore, and management wouldn't even let us sit next to each other anymore. It was pure torture and I could see in Harry's eyes that he felt the same way - miserable, depressed, and very very very lonely. Management eventually told us that we wouldn't be able to move in together, or share a room like we normally do when we are on tour and Harry and I just looked at each other the same exact way, wondering why this was happening to us.

It was towards the middle of the Take Me Home tour when all of this happened. The first night without Harry sleeping in the same room as me was horrible. I wasn't used to not having him next to me, not used to not having his smell lingering in the room, not used to not having someone to talk to or cuddle at night. I felt alone. I felt like no one cared about me or my feelings or what I wanted. It was never about me or Harry or our feelings,it was always about what everyone else wanted or about what management thought was 'best for the band'. It was never about us and I don't think it will ever be about us anytime soon.

During our concerts, Harry and I didn't look at each other as much as we used to or sing lyrics to each other and sometimes we didnt even stand close to each other. We didn't even talk much anymore. It was ridiculous.

I missed him terribly, so much that I couldn't even sleep.It was a living hell to go through every day.

One morning, I noticed that it looked like Harry hadn't slept in a couple days. He had bags under his eyes and wasn't acting like himself. I missed the old Harry. Management was ruining him. Ruining me. Ruining us. It wasn't too much to ask was it? To just be normal again?

I had to do something, anything to make this okay again. I wanted Harry back, I wanted to see him happy again...and I could tell he wanted the same thing. With break coming up, I knew that this could work. It had to.