Bullshit. (Larry Fan Fiction)-[COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

A/N: SORRY ITS SHORT! but i like it so :).. annnnnd I'm updating from science class oops.

xx Bianca :)

Chapter 11:

* Louis’ POV *

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU CAME OUT OVER TWITCAM! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO COVER THIS UP NOW? YOU BOYS CLEARLY VIOLATED THE CONTRACT.”

Stupid management. I have been listening to them screaming at us for almost and hour now. Harry has been fighting them, but my mind is somewhere else.

“CONTRACT? CONTRACT MY ASS! THIS IS REAL LIFE NOT SOME KIND OF SICK LITTLE GAME! WE AGREED: TWO WEEKS AFTER HE WOKE UP, WE WOULD COME OUT. AND THAT’S WHAT WE DID.” Harry shouted. I’ve never seen him this angry before.

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“WE HAD AN INTERVIEW READY. LOUIS’ THE ONE THAT FAINTED!”

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“Don’t you dare blame Louis.” Harry spat through gritted teeth.

“WE CAN BLAME ANYONE WHO WE WANT. WE OWN YOU.”

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“YOU OWN OUR VOICES, NOT US. AND YOU CAN BET ON NOT OWNING OUR VOICES FOR TOO MUCH LONGER EITHER.”

“You know what?” I said, chiming in for the first time. “I think we’re going to go home. Come on Harry.” I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. “Goodbye assholes.” I wave to management behind me as Harry and I leave the room.

I rush our driver a bit.

“Could you wait here for a few minutes, we have to go out again soon.” I say when we arrive at our flat. Harry looks at me with a puzzled face.

“Where are we going boo?”

“It’s a surprise. Go back a suitcase.” I smile at him.

“But-“

“No butts, do as I say.”

We enter the flat and I quickly find our passports and pack my own suitcase. When we’ve both finished we go back to the car and I tell the driver where to go, making sure that Harry doesn’t hear me.

We soon pull into the airport.

“Boo… where are we going?” Harry asks.

“It’s a surprise.” I grab our bags and we go inside.

We go through security and what not, making sure Harry can’t figure out anything. When we sit down to wait for our flight to be called, Harry starts getting impatient.

“Why won’t you just tell me where we’re going Louis?!”

“Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“Flight 623 to Cape Town, South Africa now boarding.” The sweet voice came over the intercom.

“That’s us!” I say standing up.

“SOUTH AFRICA? WHAT?”

“It’s really quite beautiful there.”

“I love you, Louis.”

“I love you too, Hazza.”