CHANGE

ONE

LOUIS

Louis sits impatiently in the waiting room of Simons office, his leg bopping up and down as he leans back in the black armchair.

"How long is this going to bloody take!" He mutters, sighing loudly. He pulls out his iPhone and opens his Twitter, liking a few of his fans supportive tweets and retweeting a couple, thanking the authors.

About 10 minutes passes before the door to Simons office opens and the man himself pops his head out.

"Louis!" He says, beckoning him in. "Come on, let's get this over with" Louis sighs and pulls himself up from the armchair, quickly running a hand through his messy hair. He follows Simon into the lavishly decorated office and takes a seat on one of the chairs surrounding Simons desk.

"Right, let's get to it" Simon says, straight to the point. "The band is getting back together".

Louis' eyes suddenly open wide and he shoots up straight.

"What?!" He yells. "What the fuck?!.... How?, when?!" Simon rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. "2 months" he says, smirking. He knew Louis wasn't going to take this news well.

Louis closes his eyes slowly as he runs a hand over his face. "Fuck" he mutters, his hand reaching his hair. "And everyone's agreed?" Simon nods and smirks at Louis. "Yep, all four of them". Louis groans, "what the fuck do you mean, four?" Simon smirks. "I think you know exactly what I mean Louis, looks like you and Zaynie boy are going to
have to kiss and make up"

Louis makes a face of disgust and shakes his head. "Like fuck we are" Simon suddenly frowns and leans forward in his seat, glaring at Louis. "Listen here boy. In case you've forgotten, I basically own you. I can make you or break you, so you and Mr Malik had better sharpen up your acting skills or I'll bring holy hell down on your heads! Got it?!"
Louis scoffs but nods fear pulsing through his body at Simon's tone, "fine, I can act"

Simon nods sharply, "I'll be in touch, now get the fuck out of my office".

Louis stands up and leaves the room, dragging his feet behind him as he makes his way to the elevator. Once he's in the empty box he punches the mirror. "Fuck!" He yells, tugging at his feathery hair.

He meets his security guard in the lobby and stays silent, not unusual for him now, as he makes his way out of the building. He shields his face from the flashing cameras, pulling the hood of his grey hoodie over his head. When he eventually makes it out of the crowds he jumps into the back of the car, his security giving his driver instructions to take him home.

The drive to his London apartment seems to drag as he puts on his Spotify playlist and pulls his feet onto the leather seat, sitting sideways.

They eventually pull up at the large building and Louis hurries out of the car, quickly making his way up the the top floor. He instantly goes out onto his balcony, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.

He relaxes as he inhales the smoke, the feeling of it filling his lungs a pure relief. He blows the smoke out of his mouth, watching intently as it clouds the air around him and disappears. He finishes the cigarette and puts it out on the ashtray, flicking it over the balcony before going back inside his large apartment and pulling off his hoodie so he's left in his plain white T-shirt.

His phone buzzes from his pocket and he pulls it out, accepting the call. "Ello?" He says, his raspy voice sounding tired.

"Tommo!" The voice on the other end of the phone calls, sounding excited. Of course, Niall.

Louis sighs and pulls the phone away from his ear, deliberating what to do. He doesn't want to upset the Irish lad, but on the other hand he's really not in the mood.