One direction's managers are realizing that the buzz about the ship "Larry" is helping the band sell albums. When Harry and Louis are forced to act like a couple in public to try and stir up more rumors, real feelings get brought up, and they have t...
A/N: For some reason, I'm struggling to find any good Larry fanart. The ones I remember liking in 2016 are not it anymore! Also, I wanted to give you guys a visual of what Harry and Louis look like during this story, because every time I read Larry fanfic it drives me nuts trying to visualize what era/age they are. So this is the vibe I'm going for...
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Louis' POV:
When I woke up, I noticed two things. My head really fucking hurt, and someone was in my room. I turned my head slightly, looking up to see Harry pulling his jeans on. I was going to say something before I realized the bed next to me was definitely slept in, and I was in fact only in my underwear. My face burned deeply, God why couldn't I fucking remember?
Harry didn't notice I was awake, he just slipped out of the room without making a sound. When the door clicked, I sat up, then immediately fell back again. Shit, my head.
Getting down to breakfast took a village. Liam came to my room and gave me some medicine and helped me out of bed, then slipped away. Then, Niall came over a little later, in the same condition as me, and we chatted for a moment until he ran to the bathroom to hurl in my toilet. "Oh fuck! Niall, really?" I shouted as I heard him spew in the bathroom. Zayn came over moments later with a bottle of water for Niall, then took him off somewhere. Then, the security guards had to come banging our doors down to hurry us, likely because Paul had texted them.
I stepped out of my room and into the hallway at the same time as Harry. He looked so put together that anyone else would never be able to tell he'd gotten drunk out of his mind last night. Harry does drink and party a lot, so I guess he's the pro. I did happen to notice a love bite on his neck, which had me praying to the Gods it was from anyone on the planet but me. I caught his eye for a moment, then nodded and turned down the hall. It was so painfully awkward, that I wondered if he somehow remembered last night's events.
Niall snickered next to me and Liam, who had just entered the hallway, groaned. "You might want to cover that up, mate," He suggested. Zayn smirked as he walked out of Liam's room, glancing at Harry with a laugh. "Good on you," He added as he leisurely headed toward the elevator at the end of the hall. I looked at Harry, who was blushing and reaching for his pants pocket. He pulled his phone out and checked himself in the camera, then rolled his eyes and disappeared back into his room.
The rest of us headed down to breakfast, one of the guards hanging back for Harry. Paul was waiting, which was unusual because he was almost always late for breakfast. "Sorry mate, tough morning," Zayn said as he sat down. There were already folders at each seat at the table, which could only be the new script of the day. I rolled my eyes and slumped down in my seat, grabbing the folder and pulling out the papers. I skimmed them, and honestly, they were ridiculous. Every action was planned out, even the other boys'.
"Where's Harry?" Paul asked, his voice unusually calm. "Doing his makeup," I said with a smirk. The other boys laughed and Paul rolled his eyes. "You're serious?" He asked. I shrugged, "More or less."
