"LEWIS!" Louis rolls his eyes when his boss calls him through the office. He is so done with mister Cowell, he gives him a huge headache.

"What does he want now?" Zayn asks, eyes never leaving his computer screen while typing some article.

"I don't know, but I'm fed up that this man still doesn't know my name after 3 years of being his slave." Louis stands up and hears Zayn laughing a bit. Mister Cowell's office is at the end of the hallway and when he arrives, he knocks on his door.

"Come in."

Louis pushes the doorhandle down and carefully steps into the office.

"You can take place." Mister Cowell nods and Louis takes place in the chair in front of his desk.

"Why do you think that I called you here, Louis?" Mister Cowell's hands are folded and he is leaning back in his chair, sending chills down Louis' spine.

"Because you want to give me a promotion?" he jokes lightly, not appreciated by the man whose hair is a mix of black and grey.

"You were too late again, Tomlinson!" Mister Cowell hits his fist on the wooden desk and Louis really wants to know where he bought that piece of furniture. It's a miracle that it still hasn't broken down in a million pieces by the amount of times mister Cowell has beaten the thing up.

"In my defense, sir I-"

"I don't care about your defense. This is the third time this month. One more time and you're fired." Simon doesn't look Louis in the eyes and just continues his job. "Get out now, Lewis and go do your job for once."

Louis obeys, stands up and wishes him a nice day, softly whispering in hell after it when the door is closed behind him. He walks straight to the Starbucks machine on the second floor, takes a coffee for Zayn and himself as well and then walks back to his desk.

"What did he have to say this time?" Zayn asks, taking the cup from Louis' hand. "Thanks for the coffee by the way, mate."

"Threatened to fire me if I came too late one more time." Louis rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his tea.

"Again?"

"Yup." Louis pops the P. "But honestly, the man can't ruin my day. I'm looking way too forward to finally go to a party again with Tay."

Zayn is the only person in LA that knows about his close friendship with Taylor Swift. Louis doesn't like the spotlight and doesn't like to be dragged into the lifestyle Taylor has, but sometimes they do go out together and Louis basically lives in her house, also when she is on tour. Their friendship was born when they were and honestly Louis loves Taylor to death.

"Are you going to the TMZ party? That's awesome, Lou!" Zayn smiles. "You're going to meet so many celebrities! Ariana Grande will be there, Snoop Dog, Justin Bieber, name it and they are there and you will be as well. That's fucking awesome mate!"

"TMZ party?" Louis asks, eyebrow raised. "I thought we were going to some small party where she would be undercover. You are saying now that tonight is a TMZ party?"

"Yeah, look." Zayn types something on his computer and then turns the screen towards Louis.

Louis looks at the picture of his best friend, smile plastered on her face and microphone in her hand.

"That bitch..." Louis sighs. "Unbelievable."

"So that's your plan for tonight man, pretty cool."

"Nope, my plan is watching movies, eat junk food and sleep then. There is no way I'm going to attend that party."

"Does Taylor know you are not going then?" Zayn asks, turning his screen back to himself.

"Nope, but I'm going over after work and I'll tell her. There is no way I'm going to mix myself with those snakes."

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"You can't back out now, Louis!" Taylor whines.

"I can and I will." Louis walks around in Taylor's house, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He is holding a bowl of cornflakes and eats them while walking around the fancy living room.

"You promised you would attend the party with me, Louis and look at you now walking around like you're homeless. Come on, I even bought you clothes."

"You forgot to mention the party was hosted by TMZ. Taylor, I love you babes but I'm not planning on mixing with those slimy dickheads of a no-liver celebrities, na-ha not my thing." Louis shakes his head, bringing a spoon of cornflakes towards his mouth.

"I really need your support!" she whines.

"Isn't Selena coming too?" Selena is the only celebrity friend from Taylor that Louis can stand. The others are all snakes according to him and even though Taylor agrees, she still hangs out with them because she need "friends in the business too".

"She's in New York to promote her new album."

"Then why don't you just stay home yourself? We can order Indian and watch 'Married at first sight' or something."

"My manager-"

"Is a dick." Louis doesn't let his friend finish. He honestly hates Scooter Braun with everything in his body. He wants to beat the shit out of everybody that hurts his best friend and he clearly has second place on that list.

"Harry will be there too, Lou..." Taylor's voice gets soft and sounds broken. She doesn't even dare to look Louis in the eyes. She's ashamed, still hurt and heartbroken. Talking about number one on the list of people that Louis wants to hit...

"He doesn't deserve any of your tears, love." Louis puts his bowl on the table and walks over to his bestie, pulling her into a bone crushing hug. "He's a big asshole."

"One that will be on the party, though. I can't face him alone, Lou."

Louis looks into her eyes, shining from the tears she's shedding and hurt is written all over her face. He hates it, hates to see Taylor hurt. It makes him so fucking angry that some stupid singer was able to break his best friend like this. Taylor is a badass bitch yet Harry Styles is the one subject that brings her on her knees. Louis is done with it. He wants her to get over that British bastard.

"Alright, let me take a shower. I smell like shit. Lay the clothes on my bed, okay?" And there it is, the smile Louis was hoping to see.

"You are my best friend, you know that right?"

"You owe me big time, Swift."