Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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It's the middle of the night, and Harry's sat in their apartment on their bed. Louis' gone off to Los angles for interviews, and he's been gone for three days now.

Harry misses him a lot, and lately, he's been feeling extremely emotional, most likely due to his pregnancy. They haven't told anyone yet, but they have an appointment booked in a week.

Sophia is at her grandmother's house, so the curly-haired boy is all alone. He misses feeling Louis' arms around him, and without his boyfriend, he can't seem to sleep.

He's scared of telling everyone, especially the public. He's already gotten a lot of hate, and he's not sure how much he can handle. Sure, a lot of people have been extremely nice to him, but somehow it's always the negative comments you see the most.

Harry sighs, looking at the clock on the bedside table, 04:34 am. "Great," he mumbles for himself. He'll never be able to fall asleep again, and he's supposed to be up at 06:30 am for work.

He stands up from the bed to go to the bathroom, washes his face with the Cetaphil cleanser he got recently, and then moisturizing with a moisturizer from Cerave. Sue him, he's been watching Skincare by Hyram recently, and couldn't help but wince by thinking back to his skincare routine he used to do weeks ago.

After brushing his teeth, he goes back to bed to watch 'Tiny Pretty Things', a series he recently started watching that he's been obsessed with. He makes sure his alarm is still on, in case he falls asleep while watching tv.

He takes Louis' pillow and hugs it close to his body, breathing in his boyfriend's scent. He can't wait to hug him again and kiss him. Harry's been watching every interview that's been put up, and by watching those his love for the boy grew. Even after all the fame, he's still so genuine and down to earth and so so thankful for everything. Harry loves him.

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Three hours later and Harry's sat in his car on his way to work. He isn't that excited, but it feels nice to get away from the house for once. He has his phone plugged in and he's, of course, playing Louis' music.

Even after getting into a relationship and getting to know him, he hasn't become less of a fan. Harry still listens to his music daily, as well as Sophia. The three of them often have dance parties together, while blasting Louis' music loudly.

Once they played it so loud that the neighbor came over to their house and complained about it, and Harry's still embarrassed to this day. Louis had just laughed about it, and told him not to worry, but how could he not? So, as expected, the next day Harry had gone over with home-baked cookies to apologize.

Harry laughs thinking about the memory, remembering how much fun they had together that night. He remembers that that's the night Sophia asked Louis to read her a bedtime story, which she only requested to the ones she truly loves and trusts. Let's just say that the pop star cried happy tears that night.

Harry turns into the parking lot of his work and hops out of the car. After locking it, he walks towards the door of the restaurant when suddenly he hears the sound of cameras taking photos behind him. He turns around, a confused look on his face. The realization hit him when there's a group of paparazzi behind him. They're snapping photos every second, and they're all asking questions that they have nothing to do with.

"Have you and Louis fucked yet?"

"Did Louis leave you already? What a fuck boy."

"We've seen that you have been gaining weight, is there another baby on the way?"

And the questions go on, Harry can feel himself having trouble breathing and tears forming in his eyes. He hurries to the entrance and quickly shuts the door behind him. Harry quickly walks to the door where there's a big sign that says "staff only".

Once inside, he slides down the wall and lets the tears fall. Never did he imagine that he had to go through some random men asking him such inappropriate questions that have nothing to do with them. They were invading his privacy, and Harry has never felt more disgusting by other human beings.

He takes up his phone from his back pocket and smiles a little when he sees his background. It's a picture of him, Louis, and Sophia cuddling on the couch, the three of them wearing big smiles on their faces.

He quickly finds Louis' contact and calls him. Harry sniffles, waiting for his boyfriend to pick up. He knows he's probably busy, but he feels like he has to hear his voice to be able to carry on with the day.

"Hi, darling," Just by the sound of his voice, Harry feels better already. That voice makes him feel safe like he's being protected from the evil world that they live in.

"Hey, Lou," He says, and he knows Louis can hear him sniffling. He loves Louis so much, and he wishes he was here so he could cuddle with him.

"What's wrong, bub? I can hear that you've been crying."

Harry sighs, thinking back to the situation that happened a few moments ago. "There were paps," he mumbles. He hears Louis's breath pick up. "They were outside my work."

Louis hums. The curly-haired boy can hear him mumbling curse words. "What did they say, baby? You gotta tell me what they said."

Harry explains the whole situation, how it all started, and what kind of questions they asked. The singer tells him that he should never answer any of the questions the paparazzi ask, because it'll only satisfy them and give them what they want, and they'll continue doing whatever they can to get answers.

They talk for a bit, about all of the interviews Louis' done. Harry can practically hear the smile in his voice as he talks about his fans, his career. The green-eyed boy loves that Louis loves his work so much, and he wished he could relate.

"Lou, my shift starts in five minutes. I need to get going," He pouts, smiling when he hears Louis groan.

"Alright, I'll guess I'll get some more sleep then. It's hard without you though, wish you were here with me, and Sophia," he says. "I miss you both so much."

"I miss you too," He sighs. It's so hard these days without Louis' next to his side.

Louis' makes kissy noises, making Harry giggle. "Bye-bye, baby."

"Byeeee," Harry sighs, ending the call with a pout. He'll get through five more days without him.

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