fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Prologue

A/N: THIS IS AN AU SO I JUST WANTED YOU GUYS TO KNOW THAT I WILL BE USING SOME OF THE BOYS SONGS AS HARRYS AND ILL USE SOME OF MY OWN SO ENJOY.

Five Years Ago - August 3, 2010

"And the winner of this year's X Factor...Harry Styles!"

And that's kinda where everything...kicked off.

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Two Years Ago - February 1, 2013

The cheering crowd, the happy birthday signs, the blinding lights. It would all be so overwhelming for a normal person. It was a bit much even for Harry, but he's gotten used to it.

A little bit. It was his twentieth birthday. And here he was celebrating it with 80,000 people. He couldn't be happier.

He looked around, at the end of his last song, 'Here For You'.

"Don't worry, if you feel low

I'm here for you, and only you."

The fans cheered and Harry waved at some of them. The cheers grew louder.

"Thank you Ireland! It was an absolute pleasure to be here for my twentieth birthday!" He yells into his microphone. The screaming intensifies.

"I hope to see you all soon in my next tour! All the love!" Harry yells before the stage under him lowers, leaving him under the stage, the screams of fans becoming muffled.

Instantly, one of backstage workers takes Harry's mic and another one hands him a bottle of water. He follows them to his dressing room so he can change.

He closes the door behind him and changes into a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt. He takes off his earplugs and tosses them into the pocket in the side of his duffel bag.

There's a tap at his door. Barely a second passes before it opens, and in walks Richard, his manager.

He looked like a stereotypical manager. Tailored suit, balding head, a phone basically glued to his ear, and a beer belly.

He was rambling to someone on the phone.

"Yes, yes. We'll be in London in just a bit over six hours. We have to stop at the hotel and get Harry's stuff and then get to the airport and all but we'll be there..."

Harry stopped listening, leaning against the dresser, waiting for him to tell him what he's doing in here. Eventually he hung up the phone and looked at Harry.

"Okay, so we need to talk." He says and turns off his phone. Well shit. If he's turning off his phone its gonna be damn important.

"Yeah?" Harry asks.

"You went on a date last night." He states bluntly. Harry's eyes widen a bit. How did he find out?

"Yeah, you thought you were being sneaky going off with some guy but we talked about this Styles. You can't go out publicly with a guy. Its not good for my image. I can't be sponsoring a gay artist. When you signed the contract with Modest!Management last year you were told to hide your sexuality. And yet, you go against everything to try and date a guy? This has to stop."

Harry stares at him.

"Where are you going with this?" He finally asks. A few moments pass in silence.

"Harry I'm setting you up to date Taylor Swift."

A/N: I DONT HATE TAYLOR SWIFT I ACTUALLY LIKE HER. THIS IS JUST FOR THE STORY. SORRY ITS SHORT ITS JUST A PROLOGUE.