Outing Larry

Chapter 3

AND HERE IS CHAPTER 3! WOULD LIKE TO SAY A BIG BIG THANKS FOR ALL THE READS. I NEVER EXPECTED SO MUCH AND WOW I HAVE LIKE 3 VOTES! HAPPY :)

SO THIS IS A BIT OF A VERY LONG CHAPTER. MODEST HAD A LOT TO SAY LOL. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened onto another reception area. The woman behind the desk approached them and informed them that they were to wait in the small board room at the end of the hall. Paul thanked her and they all made their way into the room. Small board room was an understatement. It was in fact a big room with one wall all glass over looking cloudy London. Down the middle of the room was a long table that easily seated thirty people, with black executive chair all around. The room was empty so everyone took as seat as far away from the head of the table, where the Modest person would probably sit, as they could. They felt uncomfortable and out of place in here.

Harry sat and Louis flopped down in the chair beside him. Paul gave him a warning look.

'Louis that's not a good idea,' he told him. Louis shrugged.

'I don't give a shit. Make them make me.' Harry looked from Paul to Louis. He knew Louis had gone into another kind of mood. The one where he got all pissed off at Modest, sulked and cursed a whole lot. Harry looked at Paul.

'I'll sit on another chair no problem,' he told him as he made to get up but Louis gave him a hard look.

'Sit down,' he told him quietly yet his voice was hard.

'Lou,' Harry began.

'I said...sit down,' Louis told him again. Harry sat back down beside him. Paul huffed.

'Why do you always have to be so difficult Lou?' he asked him. Louis shrugged again.

'Why do they always have to be dicks?' he asked back.

'Lou,' Liam said quietly, 'you know how it is.'

'Louis' right,' Zayn said. 'This is all a load of shit. They brought us here to pile on more of their shit on us. Its getting ridiculous man.'

'Zayn mate it is what it is,' Niall said.

'Stop quoting my tattoo,' Louis snapped but Niall giggled.

'Niall don't,' Harry told him quietly. But Niall being Niall reached over and hugged Harry.

'Anything for you Harold,' he told him laughing. Louis gave him a hard look, his blue eyes like ice.

'Do you fucking mind?' he asked him in a sharp tone. Harry shrugged out of Niall's embrace and threw him an apologetical look. He just sat quiet. He knew how Louis got sometimes. He knew he tried so much to go up against them for their relationship but Harry also knew that he would never win. Yet he felt so proud of him for always wanting to try no matter how many times he failed. He just didn't like that Modest always brought out the worst in Louis.

The door opened and two men in expensive suits and a woman walked in. They sat beside each other at the head of the table.