I don't want to be yours. I don't want to be anybodies. I want to be me. I want to be Boston. I want to forget about the past and live my life. I want to be noticed but unnoticed by you. Leave me alone, Liam, because this time we really will kill each other. Don't try and find me, because I don't want my memories to haunt me like they happened yesterday. Like Hollywood says, two celebrities never make it out alive. And we are the perfect example.


7. hour

~~4 years ago~~

I got off the airplane and walked into the terminal. I walked to the desk to get a hotel room. Soon I would find a realtor and look for a flat, but right now a hotel room will do.

"Hello," I started. 

She looked up at me and she smiled. 

"I need a hotel room." 

"Hello, Mr. Styles," she started. "A hotel room has already been made for you."

I narrowed my eyes, "What?" 

"Yes, and also you might be looking for someone." 

"I am?" What was going on? I didn't fly hours to be harassed. 

She nodded and then pointed behind me. 

I turned around slowly until I saw the back of a familiar tee shirt. It was black, hung low around the neck. The grey beanie over the person's head. 

"Welcome to South Africa," said the woman as I started to walk closer to the person. 

The white Converse, the skinny jeans. I reached forward and touched the person on the shoulder. The person was slightly taller than me, but perfect height. 



The person turned around until I was greeted with sea green eyes. Flecks of blue scattered in the iris. 

"You better fucking kiss me," he said. "And don't you fucking hold back."

I bit down on my bottom lip as I wrapped my hand into his shirt and pulled him next to me. I crashed my lips down onto his, he was so short, I didn't realize it before. I could feel his fingers running up my arms and into my hair. 

This was unreal, this isn't possible. 

But here I was. Running my tongue along Louis' bottom lip, feeling him in my arms. 

I still wanted to know why. 

I pulled away gently, regretting ever leaving his warm, soft lips. "Why? Why do all this?" 

"Management would never let us be together. I wanted the freedom, the freedom to love who I please and not who they tell me to love."

"Management would never allow this."

"I know," he muttered. "But Simon would. He believed in us and took care of the flights, passports, and yes the funeral."

"Louis, but you died." 

"No, I made it look like I died."

"You were in my arms. Dead." 

"The paramedics were paid actors, the car that hit me was a stunt man. I wasn't hurt, I made it look like I was."

"Why would you lie to me like this?" I felt myself slowly pushing away from him. I didn't know this person. 

"Harry, I did it for us."

"You could've told me," I said flatly. 

"If I would have told you, you would have thought I was crazy."

"I would and you are," I looked into his hazel eyes. "I wanted to be together, with you Louis, but not like this. Not lying to the world, the fans. Oh fuck, Louis the fans, have you ever thought about them?"

He swallowed, "I just thought about you and I. Isn't that all that should matter?" 

"No, Louis, you only thought about yourself." 

I turned on my heels and headed for the exit. I would buy a ticket to go back home first thing in the morning, or sooner. 

"Harry!" Louis screamed after me, but I kept my head forward. "Harry, where are you going?!" 

"Away from you!" I shouted back, pushing my duffel bag higher up my shoulder. The sliding doors opened and I went outside. Along with my passport and plane ticket, was a pair of car keys. I received all these items on my kitchen table when I came home from observing Louis' so-called funeral from my car. 

I only took the items because I knew it was a plan for management to have me leave the country. Make me gain my control and heal on my own in a place that isn't filled with cameras. 

Now I regretted taking anything, and I just wanted to go home. Leave. 

"You are an ass you know that?" It was Louis behind me. I rolled my eyes, as I looked down at the key which had a keychain connected to it with the written license plate number, color, and model. 

"Now I'm the ass?" I questioned not looking at him. 

"Yes, I never said we were staying--." 

I found the car. Yes. 

I placed the key in the lock and opened the door. 

"Harry…," he started again. 

"I don't care," I said simply. 

"I never said we were staying--."

I stopped him again. "I do not care," I said it slowly, hoping it would get into his head faster. 

He shook his head, his lips pursing together as he placed his hand on my shirt and pulled me away from the open door. He shut the door and pulled me further away so he could open the back door. 

He pushed me down onto the seat, my duffel bag dropped to concrete. 

"I only did this because now we can spend the time we always wanted together."

"I don't want to spend time with you," it was rough, harsh, and came right from my mouth. What was I saying? 

"I get one hour," he said slowly. "One, and when that one hour is up you can make your final decision whether to leave or stay." 

"This is ridiculous," I looked away from him. 

I felt his finger under my chin turning my head back to look at him. "My one hour starts now, and trust me you won't forget it." 

He leaned down and I pushed myself back into the car. He was sitting on his knees as he shut the door behind him, the windows unbelievably tinted. He reached down and grabbed my shirt again. He pulled me up, roughly, placing me against his body. His hot breath on my neck. 

"You will shut the fuck up," he said. "You won't complain and you won't threaten to leave."

I nodded, lost in his eyes. Within seconds his lips were over mine, the kiss was passionate, deep, and tasted amazing. My hands were on his shoulders, where his fingers were again gliding down my arms but this time they kept going. His fingertips at the edge of my trousers. 

His skin touching mine, right at the lines of my V.

I shivered. I could feel him smile against my lips as I heard the leather of my belt being unclasped and pulled out of the buckled. Then the pop of the button and the downward zip of the zipper. 

I stopped kissing him, I was just hovering, unable to move a muscle in my body. My fingers digging into his shoulder as he reached beyond my boxers and took my growing erection into his hands. 

I moaned loudly before I entered a world of ecstasy. 

~~present day~~ 

My hand ran down Louis' thigh and he placed his hand over mine. We were sitting at the kitchen table, Louis explaining everything that happened. Obviously in that hour, he made me stay. 

Boston was taking all of this in. She hasn't spoken yet, but just listened. Her bottom lip dropped, she was so pretty. 

"So everything was fake?" She finally questioned.

"Well, yes," said Louis. "I set it up, Harry didn't know about it till he got here."

"Why South Africa, aren't there so many other places?" 

"Simon talked to your dad," continued Louis. "They made the decision that this place was safe for all three of us. Us from the paparazzi and you from Liam."

All the color left her face, her lips came together to make a thin line. 

"Boston?" I started. "Is he here?" 

She looked away from us. She stood up and went over to the countertop and reached for a blue box. She placed the box on the table and I saw the Tiffany's name. 

"He's proposed."

My eyes went wide, the air left my lungs. "What did you say?" 

"She said yes." The voice was rough and we all turned to see Liam in the doorframe, his arms crossed. "She said yes, when I was making love to her." 

"Liam...," she started, she didn't look at him but continued to stare at the box. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked Louis and I. 

"How much have you heard?" I asked him.

"All of it," he ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't understand why you all didn't tell me. I supported you, I lied for you, I created distractions just so you can steal away kisses and passion. What do I get in return? A fake funeral and the disappearance of one of my best friends. We needed you Harry."

"What happened to the band?" I continued to ask.

"It's over. We thought we could do it with the four of us, not wanting to replace Louis. Then you disappeared and Simon kept telling us you went away to be alone and that you would be back before the start of the tour. But you never came back."

"Oh," I said blankly, I forgot about the tour. 

"Yea, it was just Niall, Zayn and I and it was no longer One Direction.You've both destroyed everyone's career." 

"Liam, calm down," said Louis. "We lost track of time that's all."

"You--You fucking lost track of time? We had to give up an international tour so you two could play fuck buddies in another country. I haven't talked to Zayn or Niall in years and I'm not happy of who've I become. I wanted to sing, not model or act. I want things to be like what they were, but that will never happen again."

"Liam…," Boston spoke again as she came closer to him. 

"Bo is the only thing I have left and I would be damned if I ever lost her." 

I wasn't sure what was going through Boston's head, her thoughts. She seemed to love him, but was unsure about everything. Like she was confused herself, like the world was moving way to fast around her. 

She couldn't be persuaded in an hour like I was. It will take her days, weeks, months, until she finally sees what's right in front of her. 

A guy who desperately loves her, but yet scares her at the same time.

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