Spotlight - Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 2 - True Confessions (H)

I wait for Jimmy to go through the introduction of the game known as 'True Confessions'.

'It's time to play a game of deception called 'True Confessions',' He says before a jazz tune starts and everyone starts clapping. 'My first guest, an award-winning solo artist, whose previous albums include Walls and Faith In The Future, and a former member of One Direction, is Louis Tomlinson,'

That's my cue to slide in, which I do, successfully spilling the prop coffee all over the table. I wave to the crowd yet again and wait for Jimmy to announce the second guest, as I attempt to wipe up the liquid with my sleeve, which I pulled over my hand.

'My second guest, also an award-winning solo artist, whose previous albums include Harry Styles, Fine Line, and Harry's House-' Wait, what?! Harry? The crowd starts cheering and I place my elbows on the table, covering my ears. You see, me and Harry had a bit of a fight last week, which he still hasn't gotten over, so who knows how well this goes.

'Please welcome, Harry Styles!' My curly-haired arch-nemesis slides in, wearing a black suit.

'Shit,' I mutter under my breath, careful not to make any eye contact. But I can see out of the corner of my eyes that whenever he looks at me, he looks angry.

I mean, I had to, there was no point in not purposefully smashing Harry's award cabinet the last time I went to his house because I had a meltdown minutes before. His awards all lay smashed on the floor and I remember the look of fear, shock, pain, and anger on his face. He then slapped me across my face, which I bet is something his fans wouldn't guess he would do to 'the love of his life' or his 'sweet creature'. I know full well he doesn't love me.

I impulsively touch my face and wince at the pain, which hasn't stopped.

'Here's how the game works. In front of each of us are two envelopes,' He says as he holds up the two letters labeled 'one' and 'two'. 'Containing confessions. One of the envelopes is something that happened to us in real life.'
'The other envelope is a lie,' He continues ominously for one sentence. 'Once you read your confession, the other two have 60 seconds to interrogate you. Then each of us has to guess whether you've been telling the truth or lying.' 'Let's see, Harry, how about you go first?'

Harry picks up the two envelopes, only asking Jimmy which one he should pick.

'Two,' He replies.

'Okay, let's see... I had a bad fight with someone at my house, and ended up slapping them hard on the face,' He says.

'The fight wasn't even that bad-' I answer before realizing what I said. 'I mean, the fight can't have been that bad...'

Harry gives me a death stare and I cower back in my seat.

'Uhm, what was the fight about?' Jimmy asks.

'The person decided to punch my awards cabinet for no reason whatever,' But there was a reason! 'So I had an argument with them, and slapped them on the face, which made them cry, then they just ran out the door,' He says smiling at me throughout the whole thing, which makes it ever so more obvious. Did I cry?

'Do you know their name?' I question, already knowing the answer.

'Yes, a very certain LWT.' He says.

'Who's LWT?' I ask, unsure this time. Even Jimmy looks confused.

'What do you mean who? You know who! You were there!' He says, half shouting.

'Oh, never mind, I know who,' I decipher the initials, which mean 'Louis William Tomlinson' a.k.a. my name.

'Good. Now as I was saying... Wait, never mind, I finished that conversation,' Curly says.

'You still have 30 seconds left, any questions?'

'How about you ask one then, Jimmy?'

'I don't have any, can we stop the timer?'

The timer stops ticking, which I didn't even know it was doing in the first place.

'I say, lie,'

'As Harold says,' I say Harold to annoy him, 'I was there, so true.'

'It's a..... Truth!' He says with suspense.