"I have to go to a game with Eleanor tonight." Louis said, and I sighed. "Harry, you know I don't want to, but if management knows I don't show up then we can't be together." He said. "I know, Louis. I know." I said. It hurt a lot, but I understand where he's coming from. "I'm sorry, Haz. If I could stop this from happening I would-" "Just go. It's fine." I replied as I laid down in bed and covered my head with the blanket, my back facing Louis. He walked over to my side and kissed my forehead whispering, "I love you," before he turned and left out of the room to go on yet another date with Eleanor while I cried myself to sleep, but I will never tell him how I feel because I just don't know how to explain it to him. I love him, but is this pain worth the love we have?