Reunion (L.S) Exposed

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Before the lads could move any further with tour, they were each expected to attend the Brit awards which would be taking place later on tonight.

Although they were once again a band, there were still so many things left unresolved from their solo careers, awards being included in that package as they were each individually nominated for a different category.

They had almost forgotten about the damn thing with everything going on in their extremely busy lives, causing a shock when they were hurled out of their hotel rooms to get ready for the big night.

“Am i the only one who fucking forgot about this?” Louis said in a groggy voice from lack of sleep when he met the other lads in the hotel lobby.

“Nah mate, I almost had a heart attack when Paul told me” Zayn replied, looking dishevelled as his hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled and he was sporting large black circles under his eyes.

“I don’t even know what I’m nominated for” Niall sighed out with a confused look, he hadn’t had the time to even check with how busy they’d been, making a mental note to check before they arrived at the venue.

“Come on boys were gonna be late if you don’t move your arses” Paul said sternly, pushing them out of the doors and into their tour bus.

They were heading from Sheffield back to London where the Show would be held, meaning the lads had around a four hour trip ahead of them before they were inevitably going to be rushed straight into the dressing rooms, let’s just say they really couldn’t be bothered with it.

“I don’t see why were even attending, couldn’t we have just filmed videos in case we won like we usually do? I mean it would be a lot easier considering we’re so busy at the moment” Harry muttered as he took a seat in the bus, pulling Louis to his side for a cuddle.

“I think Simon just wants us there for publicity, seeming as we’ve just gotten back together. It will be our first show attendance since the split, so I do see where he’s coming from” Liam answers, shrugging his shoulder as he made a coffee in the small kitchen.

“Doesn’t make our lives any easier though” Louis mumbled, rolling his eyes as he sunk further into his boyfriends grasp, loving the warmth and smell of harry completely enveloping him.

“At least we get a short break before we head to Ireland, or in my case I’ll meet youse there” Niall said with a wink, smiling at the thought of seeing his family again.

“Oh that reminds me, my mum asked if you and your sisters would like to come down to our place during the break, like we used to” Harry asked Louis with a kiss to his forehead, quirking his head to the side as he waited for an answer.

“Well yeh sure, but won’t it be a hassle for your mum, having all my siblings there. I don’t know if you’ve forgotten but they’re a crazy bunch” Louis said with a small chuckle, eyes glinting up at harry like bright stars.

“Of course not, she loves your siblings just as much as she loves you. She’s the one who offered anyways, I doubt she would have if it was going to be a problem” Harry said matter of factly, bushing the hair from Louis’ eyes gently.

“Alright then, we’d love to” Louis accepted with a nod of his head before kissing harry in a soft sweet way, their lips moulding together like a jigsaw puzzle. Harry deepened the kiss as he tilted his head to the side and slid his tongue into Louis’ mouth, their tongues dancing with one another as their eyes shut tightly.

“Hey, what did we say about PDA on the damn bus!” Liam shouted, he was stern but the lads knew he was joking, or at least half joking as he sent daggers their way.

The two men pulled away with a laugh and harry leant down to hide his face in the crook of Louis’ neck from embarrassment, causing Louis to laugh harder.

“Is my baby embarrassed?” Louis said with a chuckle, his fingers toying with the soft strands of brown hair atop Harrys head delicately.

“Shut up” Harry muttered with a chuckle of his own, the feeling vibrating onto Louis skin along with the warm breath skimming over the surface, sending tingles down Louis’ spine and butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

“Anyone want a coffee? Tea?” Liam called from the kitchen, pulling out mugs from the cabinate and the milk from the fridge.

“Tea please” Louis called, “Yorkshire” he added with a smirk, always Yorkshire for him.

“Of course, couldn’t think of anything worse” Liam said sarcastically as he pulled out the Yorkshire teabags from the stash Louis kept on the bus, just to make sure he didn’t run out of the substance he was practically addicted to.

“Coffee, black no sugar” Harry called, causing Louis to roll his eyes once again.

“Jesus your not on that no sugar diet thing again are you? It’s not like you need it” Louis groaned, poking Harrys flat, hard stomach.

“It’s not about that, I just prefer plain black coffee, I’ve gotten used to it over the years” Harry explained with a shrug, thanking Liam as he passed a mug in his direction.

“Black coffee is disgusting, I don’t know how you drink that shit” Louis teased, scrunching his nose up at the smell and instead taking a sip of his steaming cup of tea, soothing his insides as it slid down his throat but leaving a twinge of pain afterwards.

“Oi don’t diss my coffee, I don’t offend you when you drink 10 cups of tea a day” Harry quipped back, going to shove Louis but stopped himself as he saw the hot drink in his boyfriends hand. He didn’t exactly want to take a trip to A and E for second degree burns.

“Why are we talking about tea and coffee again?” Zayn asked from the other sofa, shaking his head at the ridiculous conversation and instead focusing his attention back on his phone.

“Because Zayn, it’s an important debate we must have every so often to keep ourselves grounded at the fact that TEA is much, much nicer than coffee” Louis said with sarcasm dripping from his tone, raising his voice at the mention of tea to emphasise his point.

“Whatever tommo, you keep your tea discussions to yourself yeh? Nobody gives a shit on this bus” Zayn replied with a bored tone, not looking up from his phone.

“Fuck off” Is all Louis replied with before finishing his tea and taking a long nap, comfortable in Harry’s embrace.

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The lads arrived at a studio not far from the venue in which the Brits would be held at in just a couple hours time.

As soon as the doors to the bus opened they were rushed off inside the studio where countless team members were ready to get to work on them, holding various objects such as combs, spray bottles and brushes.

Louise was at the head of it all, ordering different people to do different jobs on each one of the lads whilst they sat in front of the vanity mirror and simply looked pretty for them. Not a bad job ey?

“Fuck, I don’t even have a suit ready” Harry suddenly exclaimed, eyes wide in shock of the realisation.

“Harry don’t be stupid, we got it sorted love” Louise called out from across the room before pulling out a large black bag which could only contain the expensive Gucci suit inside.

“Oh thank god, cheers Louise!” Harry sighed out in relief, his smile plastered back onto his face and his dimples visible, causing Louis to smile at the view.

“Does anyone round here know what we’re nominated for?” Liam called out to nobody particular in the room, hoping someone would step up and reveal the answer to them, which thankfully their assistant manager did.

“Liam your up for best hit single and music video, Niall your up for best album, Zayn your also up for best music video, Louis your up for best single and best album and Harry your up for best Album and best British solo artist” The assistant said as he read the words from his clipboard, the lads nodding along as he went.

“Jesus, I haven’t been nominated in so long” Harry said as he shook his head in shock, a smile gracing his face yet again.

“Well it’s about fucking time then isn’t it” Louis said with a grin as he took Harry’s hand from besides him and kissed his ring encased knuckles, causing harry to blush slightly.

“Could say the same to you” Harry replied with a wink, and then his head was turned to face the mirror as a young girl got to work on his hair for the big night.

“It’s a shame we can’t be nominated as a group this time around, it would have been nice to accept an award together again” Liam said with a slight pout.

“At least any of us are even nominated to begin with, they could have easily just forgotten all about us like they usually do” Zayn replied with a shrug, lacing his hand with Liam’s and giving it a quick squeeze.

“Hold the fuck up. Are you two actually a thing now?” Louis exclaimed, noticing the action with wide eyes.

“Oh, Yeh, forgot to mention. Sorry lads” Liam said sheepishly, a blush creeping up his neck as he bit his lip in order to contain his grin.

“Holy shit, well, it’s about time. Congrats guys” Harry said with a huge smile, his pearly whites showing and his eyes sparkling with fond and shock.

“Cheers Haz” Zayn said before looking at Liam once again and giving his hand another tight squeeze.

It took another hour and a half before the lads were fully ready. Zayn wore a sleek black suit with white criss-cross patterns decorating the expensive fabric. Liam wore a grey tailored suit paired with fitting black shoes. Niall wore a deep navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt below the jacket. Louis wore all black, black shirt, black pants, black jacket, black shoes. Harry was finding it hard not to jump him right then and there, but he forced himself not to as he didn’t want to mess up his attire; a checkered white and black suit that fit snugly around his tall frame, and paired the lavish look with heeled boots.

“Damn, you look so fucking good Haz” Louis whispered as he took in the sight; he looked like a god.

“Oh please, your practically sex on legs right now” Harry replied smugly, his eyes trailing up and down Louis’ body slowly as he bit the inside of his lip.

“Jesus, your practically undressing me with your eyes Harold, thought its all about the family show around here” Louis replied sassily, smirking at the thought.

“Guess we’ll have to save it for the bedroom then” Is all harry quipped back with, sending a cheeky wink before grabbing his hand and leading them out to the Black limo waiting for them.

Each of the lads climbed in and instantly grabbed the champagne bottle resting in the cooler for them, Harry handing out the glasses like a gentleman and popping the bottle open with a cheer, not at all worried about the expensive leather of the seats getting ruined.

“I thought we’re meant to celebrate after we’ve won?” Niall exclaimed with a laugh, drinking his share of the bottle anyway.

“We’ve already won Nialler, we don’t need some stupid trophy to prove that” Louis  said with a smirk, taking a swig straight from the bottle instead of the glass, causing harry to shake his head in fond.

“You lads don’t get too drunk back there, you’ll be talking to very important people inside and they won’t be too pleased if you show up tipsy like Liam did that one year” Paul said from the front of the Limo, stern but playful all the same.

“Sorry dad!” Louis shouted at the same time that Liam said “heyy, that was one time, one!”.

“Now, are we gonna play it cool for our own sakes, or piss Simon off?” Harry whispered into Louis’ ear when he realised they were nearing the entrance; he needed to know if they were gonna lay low or not, on their relationship and all.

“Honestly, I think I prefer option two, how about you?” Louis said with a smirk, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“I think you’re right” Harry replied, before kissing Louis’ roughly on the lips just as the limo came to a halt.

Louis kissed back just as rough, lifting his hand to pull harry in further by the back of his neck and all the while causing the bottle of champagne to drop to the floor with a loud thud, the contents spilling everywhere. Oh well.

“Cut it out, were going” Liam shouted as the doors began to open mid kiss, quickly pulling Harry off Louis just in time before the flashes of the paparazzi began to filter through the car.

Liam released a loud sigh whilst harry and louis just laughed hard and wiped their lips, smirking to one another as the other lads left the car.

Harry quickly ran a hand through his hair and Louis straightened out his jacket before they both followed the lads out and into the view of countless paps and fans, some other celebrities mingling around the red carpet as well.

The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as the fans helplessly pushed against the barricades, desperate to meet their idols that had just been drinking inside a limo not even seconds before. All the chaos caused more security guards than ever to rush out of the building to push them backwards and surround the lads so they didn’t get hurt, it was like nothing they’d ever experienced before at an awards show, it’s never been quite this hectic.

Other celebrities turned their attention their way at the sudden craze, some even looking shocked and their eyes widening at the sight of the band that had been gone for so long. Of course everyone had heard of the reunion, but the only people to have seen the lads together were the fans from the concert, interviewers and their staff teams, nobody in the industry had witnessed something like this since the band took a break, so it caused quite a fuss.

A man from the directing team walked over to the lads and quickly introduced himself, shaking each of their hands before explaining the situation to them. They were instructed that they were to do one or two interviews whilst on the red carpet, take a few photos and talk to some of the fans, and if they wanted they could speak to the other celebrities they knew mingling about. They also needed to do a few shots for the paps before they would finally be let into the actual event itself, which would be broadcasted all over British tv and most likely live streamed online globally.

It was a lot to take in at once, seeming as they hadn’t done this together in such a long time, but they knew they would manage, especially with all the help they were getting. So first things first, they took off and spoke to some of the fans.

Louis and Harry stayed close together throughout the meet, linking their arms together as they walked witch many, many people were already catching onto.

“Are you and Louis together?” One fan bravely asked Harry as he walked by the certain group of fans who were holding up Larry photos, causing him to smile and send a cheeky wink.

“Maybe, maybe not, who knows?” Harry said cheekily with a shrug as he continued to walk by them, Louis letting out an adorable laugh at the action.

“You can’t just tease them like that Haz” Louis said over the loud cheering and screams.

“We basically already are, and come on, we’ve done worse shit to tease them over the last couple months, that was practically child’s play” Harry replied smugly, and gave one quick, short smack to his ass before walking on ahead of him, leaving Louis stunned in place as the fans did cat calls and whistles. 

Louis soon shook out of his immediate shock and rushed to catch up with the curly haired man, keeping his own trick up his sleeve for later.

The lads were soon stopped for a short interview with a nice looking woman who smiled warmly and ushered them over, a mic ready in hand and a phone in her other which displayed the questions she had ready for them.

A cameraman was following their every move as they made their way over and greeted her with a short kiss on the cheek, as they were told to do for every interview (if it were a woman).

“Hey guys! My name is Kate, it’s lovely to meet you, do you mind answering a few questions before you head inside?” She asked kindly, but as with all interviewers the words flew out of her mouth at a quick pace as she knew she didn’t have long with the boys.

“Yeah sure” Harry said with a smile, being that he was the closest one to her, whilst the other lads just nodded in approval.

“So, it’s a big night for you all as you’ve each been nominated for different categories as solo artists, how does that feel and is it weird coming here based on your solo material when your now in the band again?” She asked, and most of the lads sighed in relief that she was sticking to professional questions.

“Yeah, were all very excited to be here and were just thankful for even being nominated at all really. I wouldn’t say it’s weird per say because we knew that some of our solo career aspects haven’t yet been resolved since the reunion, so we kind of expected it to be honest” Liam answered, not surprising as he’s normally the one who takes the professional questions being that he is most definitely the mature member of the band.

“I understand, hows tour been then? I’ve seen a lot of it on social media myself, but what’s it like to be back on stage as a group? And Zayn, seeming as it revolves around the album you didn’t work on, how do you fit singing time in for yourself during these songs?” She asked, now pointing the mic back the the direction of The lads.

“It’s great to be back on stage, it’s also a lot less daunting going out there compared to when I did it solo, because I always know I’ve got the lads there with me to back me up in case something goes wrong, even though that rarely ever happens. As for singing the album, we have a really great director and choreographer who manages to fit me into the songs, so I’ll always have a part to sing. We just change it up really, sometimes I’ll take Harry’s solo, sometimes I’ll take Liam’s, it just depends. And of course I get to sing my solo music every now and again so it’s all good” Zayn takes the question, being charming as always as he answered it.

“That’s great. But I hope you don’t mind me asking, and you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, but what’s going on between you two? There was a video circulating of Harry giving you a lap dance on stage, and the Larry rumours are bigger than ever. Is there anything you’d like to say on this?” The woman asked hesitantly, gesturing between Louis and Harry who looked embarrassed, shocked and nervous.

The lads looked at the two with wide eyes whilst harry silently asked Louis what to do, his eyes searching for any kind of answer. But Louis just smirked and answered the question without hesitation.

“Just a bit a banter really. Two guys can have a lap dance every once in a while right? I mean, harry would normally prefer to do it wearing only a gold thong but sadly our concerts are rated PG and as always, it’s a family show” Louis said sarcastically, cockily looking at harry who was now red in the face from sheer embarrassment, shaking his head slightly at Louis who did nothing but grin madly at the man who had embarrassed him earlier on in front of all those fans. Karmas a bitch.

“O-oh, um, right, I guess everyone has their preferences don’t they?” The lady stuttered out, looking completely taken a back and shocked at the answer. Louis would have felt bad for her if harry hadn’t looked so funny right now.

“Yes they do, but we must be on our way now, once this is over with I’m sure harry will want to take a look around Victoria’s Secret. Thanks for the interview love” Louis said with a calm tone, smile etched into his face as he walked away without a second glance, feeling smug with himself.

“Your so gonna pay for that” Harry suddenly whispered into Louis ear, his breath hot on his skin and his voice raspy and seductive. Louis visibly shivered and slowly turned round to see Harrys face red with slight anger and humiliation, but Louis knew it was all light hearted, harry couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

“Guess we’ll see won’t we” Louis replied cockily with a smirk on his face before they were all lead to the paparazzi section of the red carpet.

In this section was a large white and black background which had the Brit awards label spread all over it, along with the logos of sponsors and other companies involved with the event.

Hundreds of cameras were lined in front of them that were handled by professional photographers, ready to get the best shots possible in order to make some money. Flashes instantly set off as soon as they stepped in front of the white background, almost blinding them from the intensity of it all; they could never get used to this.

“Turn to your left!”
“Face forwards!”
“Lean to the side”
“Pose”

Orders were coming at them in all different directions and it was hard to keep up with them all. Liam would want to face one way, Louis would go another, Zayn would pose over dramatically, Niall would face the opposite way and Harry would start walking off. It never worked out for them, giving multiple orders to four different lads was confusing and tiring, something they definitely did not miss from their solo careers.

Thankfully it didn’t take longer than  five minutes to be over with, and finally they were escorted inside to the main event.

After following the director down many hallways and passages they found themselves in the grand hall which had a stage front and centre, tables on the floor for all the celebrities and VIP’s and the walls along the sides of the hall were filled with seats that were occupied by fans of all the different celebs.

As soon as the lads walked in there was an eruption of screams let out from the sides where all the fans stood, it seemed like almost every single one of them were a fan of theirs amongst fans of other people. All head turned their way as they were lead towards their table, people such as Ed Sheehan, Shawn mendes, the weekend and billie eilish all greeted them, seeming as international artists could also attend if they were nominated for an award.

Their table was placed near the end of the walkway of the stage where there would be easy access to the platform in case they needed to accept an award, much like all the nominees were usually sat at.

“Where do you wanna sit?” Harry asked louis before they took a seat.

“Next to you, of course” Louis said with a smile and blushed slightly when harry drew his chair out for him a gestured for him to take a seat.

“Cheers Haz” Louis said as he sat down and got comfy, it would be a long night after all.

“No problem babe, do you reckon you’ll win?” Harry asked as he took the seat next to Louis, grabbing the vase of water to pour himself and his boyfriend a glass.

“Honestly I’m not sure, the fans are great and I don’t doubt their ability to get as many votes as possible, but there’s big competition who are just as worthy of the award as I am. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see yeh?” Louis replied with a shrug, taking a sip of the water that harry had poured for him.

“Louis you put so much work into that damn album, if anyone should be worthy of winning it it should be you mate, none of us took years to get it out, but you spent all that time trying to get the perfect quality for your fans. Don’t put yourself down” Liam said in a stern voice, reassuring the lad who seemed to have little to no self confidence.

“The other nominees put just as much work in though, they spend nearly the same amount of time on their albums, it doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day. It’s down to the fans” Louis argued, gesturing to the fans sat around the stadium who then erupted into more cheers.

“Yes but between us, we know we have the best fans on the planet. Back in the day we won every single award we were nominated for, I doubt it will have changed now” Niall said with a grin.

“I guess that’s true, like I said, we’ll just have to see” Louis said with a nod, trying to steer away from the topic, it would only make him more nervous.

“It’s not the end of the world if any of us don’t win an award anyway, it’s only a piece of metal that we’ve got countless of the same at home, what matters at the moment is tour and getting out new music” Harry continued, giving a fair point that all the lads agreed with.

“Cheers to that” Zayn said as he raised his glass, the lads doing the same with huge smiles on their faces as they clinked their glasses together and took a sip.

Suddenly, Harry’s phone alerted him of a message where it was sat on the table. It was from Jack.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and read the message out loud, knowing the lads would want to know if it was anything linked to their little problem with the unknown evidence stealer.

“Ring me ASAP!” Harry read aloud, concern bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

“What’s that about?” Louis questioned, his face plastered with concern much like Harry’s and the other lads.

“It must be important, maybe a lead on the person? But I can’t call him right now, the shows about to start” Harry said as he read over the words countless times.

“Just send him a message then” Liam replied, desperate to know what information Jack may or may not have discovered.

“Alright” Harry said with a nod before writing out his reply.

‘Can’t mate, I’m at the brits, I’ll call you later’ is what he wrote before locking his phone and placing it back onto the table faced down just in time before the lights dimmed and James Corden walked out on stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Brit awards 2020!” James announced, being the host of this years award show.

The crowd clapped and cheered for the man until he gestured for everyone to quieten down so he could get on with the show.

“Now we have many big faces in here tonight, let me see, we have Ed Sheehan, Billie eilish, wow you must have come a long way jeez, uh Rihanna, Ellie Goulding, Jessie J, Sam Smith, and look everybody, if it isn’t our favourite boy band it’s One direction!” He called out as he scanned the room, landing on the lads who smiled at the camera now facing them and giving a wave.

“I’m just gonna come down and have a little chat if that’s all right with you, if not I’m going home” James said sarcastically, pretending to walk off the stage but instead turning around and stepping down the stairs to walk towards the lads, the room filling with laughter.

“Long time no see, hows tour been for you?” James asked as he pointed the mic towards Harry, who was leaning back in his chair with his arm around Louis back.

“It’s been great, we’re off to Ireland next” Harry said with a smile, the room filling with more cheers at the mention.

“Bet Niall’s happy about that then?” James asked, now pointing the mic in his direction.

“Yeh I can’t wait, it’s always good going back to my roots” Niall replied with a grin.

“Well I see why you went back to your old hair colour then” James said cheekily, referring to his once blonde locks now returned to their root colour, brown.

“You two look cozy don’t you?” James said with a subtle wink, directing his statement towards Louis and Harry who were practically sitting on each other’s laps.

“Just getting comfy James, it’ll be a long night” Louis sassed back, not realising how dirty it sounded until it left his mouth and the room erupted into laughter at the joke.

“Tone it down Tomlinson, we don’t want to hear about your long night with Harry styles alright” James replied in a sarcastic tone as he made his way back up the stairs to the stage.

“Your gonna get fucked because of that slip up you know that right” Harry said with a grin, him referring to Simon being on their case.

“Yeh, hopefully by you” Louis quipped back taking a sip of water as he looked directly into Harrys eyes.

“Fucking hell, don’t wind me up at an award show, I’d prefer not to have a boner whilst accepting any awards” Harry said with a groan, shoving Louis away slightly as the smaller man laughed.

“Our first award of the evening will be presented by none other than Mr Simon Cowell!” James exclaimed into the mic as everyone clapped for the man walking on stage, except from the lads who sat in both shock and anger, not knowing he would be here tonight.

“Oh shit, I’m fucked, I’m so fucking fucked” Louis muttered as his eyes widened, looking at the man who was scowling down at him from the stage.

“Tonight I will be presenting the award for best British single, and the nominees are” Simon said before a tape rolled on screen showing various different artists, Louis being one of them.

“Fuck, and he’s presenting my award too! This just keeps getting better and better” Louis sighed, his palms already beginning to sweat. For the first time ever he doesn’t want to win an award, he would rather get up and run out of the hall as quick as possible.

“It’ll be alright, he can’t do anything in front of all these people anyway” Harry tries to reassure, but even he is worried for his boyfriend with how angry Simon looks right now.

“That doesn’t excuse him when I have to go backstage though” Louis said in a small voice, his chest tight.

“If your not back out here when your supposed to I’ll come back there and find you myself okay. I love you” Harry said sternly, but soft in a way to soothe Louis.

“Alright, I love you too” Louis replied with a small smile before returning his attention towards the stage just as Simon was opening the envelope in his hand.

“And the award goes to… Louis Tomlinson!” He announced, and instead of feeling excitement and happiness, Louis felt his heart drop at the thought of having to share the stage with that man.

Everyone in the room stood up to clap and cheer for Louis as he stood up shakily and practically threw himself at harry. Harry caught him and held him in a tight hug, drawing soothing circles into his back.

“This probably isn’t helping your case right now so get your lovely ass up there, accept that damn award that you deserve and ignore that dickhead” Harry whispered into his ear and Louis finally relaxed a little and smiled into the crook of his boyfriends neck.

Louis pulled away from harry with a nod and reached over the table to shake hands briefly with his band mates before taking a deep breath and walking up the stage stairs to claim his award.

He made it up in front of Simon who handed him the award and pulled him in for a hug that Louis didn’t reciprocate.

“A word backstage, no excuses” Simon whispered to him in a harsh tone before drawing back and gesturing for Louis to give his speech which he definitely wasn’t prepared for.

Louis looked visibly shaken from where harry was sitting and it took all his strength not to run up them stairs and pull Louis away from the prick before punching him square in the nose. But he restrained himself and instead smiled up at the boy who was holding the first award of the night.

“Uh, wow. I-I don’t know what to say honestly. I’d like to thank my team and my management who I couldn’t have created the single or my album without; you are all incredibly talented people who have guided me to where I wanted to be at all these years. I’d like to thank my family, for staying so, so strong throughout everything since our dear mother sadly passed away, I love you all to pieces and I don’t think I would make it without you. I’d like to thank the fans, because this would not be possible without each and every single one of you. You’ve stuck by me for years and I’m incredibly thankful for that, so this one goes out to you. And finally I’d like to thank the lads, for being by my side since the beginning and showing me self confidence, love and compassion. Thank you all very much and have a good night”

Louis finished his speech with a smile as he hoisted his award high in the air and left the stage with shaky legs and uneven breaths. Simon came up behind him and when out of sight, pushed him against the nearest wall, causing Louis to almost drop his award.

“What the fuck are you playing at? What was that out there? In front of all those people! In front of celebrities! Are you asking for me to beat the fag out of you or what?” Simon exclaimed, his face red with anger and his fists balled up to his sides.

“Well, considering I need to go back out there in a few minutes I don’t think you’d want them to see me with a bloody nose and bruised cheek do you?” Louis sassed back, hiding his fear with sarcasm, like always.

“Your seriously pushing your luck. I’ve already began with the stunts, what the fuck will it take to get you to cut this shit out? I’ve tried fucking everything!” Simon shouted back, irritation in his tone as he pulled on his neatly placed strands of hair.

“Nothing will get me to cut it out! Don’t you get that? I’m happy with Harry for fucks sake! i love him! No stunt or contract is going to change that wether you like it or not. So I honestly don’t see why you keep trying to turn me into someone I’m not. Being gay won’t effect my career, or my status or my damn spot on the charts, for Christ sakes it would probably do me more good than bad! Your old fashioned ways need to change Simon, and fast because sooner or later your going to be the one who’s a disgrace to society, it damn well won’t be me, or harry, or Liam, or Zayn, or any other fucking gay, lesbian, bi, trans, whatever it may be, we can be loved. You however, will be spat on in the streets when people find out the way you’ve been treating us. I’ll make sure of it”

And with that, Louis barged past the shocked man and walked out from backstage to leave the stage area. Only Louis wasn’t expecting what he saw when he walked out in front of everyone else.

The room was deadly silent, even a pin could be heard if it were dropped onto the pristine floor. All eyes were set on him, every single one. Louis looked around the room to see shocked faces and, oddly, proud ones.

What the hell was going on?

Louis looked over at harry who had a smirk on his face as he pointed to the direction of the huge screens, and when Louis looked up for himself, he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

There on the screen, was Simon, still in the same place as he was just a minute ago, with a stunned and angry expression; right where Louis had just given the man a piece of his mind.

Louis slowly turned his gaze back to the many people in the room, expecting each one of them to scream profanities at him, but what he got was quite the opposite. People began to clap, loud and clear and some even shouted support to the man. They all accepted him. They accepted him and Harry, and now almost everyone who was a big name in the industry knew he was gay, knew he was in love with Harry styles.

And before he could speak any further, the lights cut out, leaving the room in complete darkness as people began to panic, wondering what the hell was going on.

And up on the screen, illuminating the room, began a video compilation. A compilation that Louis soon recognised as his own. The exact evidence he had filmed himself.

And the lads could have been prepared for this moment if only they had read the message on Harrys phone.

“I’ve found the guys location, he’s in the room with you”

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Author notes:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as it took nearly half a day to write, finally we’ve gotten to my plot twist 😉

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