Living The Reality - Larry Stylinson (A.U)

Chapter One

Harry

"Come on, it'll be great for your career. You told us you'd always be up for new opportunities." My manager says as I sink into my chair, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Oh p-lease, all you care about is money. The only thing this is going to do is waste time that I could spend on learning new movie scripts that will actually bring me money." I say, sitting up a little straighter so I don't end up ruining my back and get my trainer to yell at me.

"Honestly, I think it'll be a good opportunity. You could always learn your lines on the show, imagine how excited the fans would get." Niall, my best friend and adviser, says beside me and I raise an eyebrow.

"Niall I thought you were on my side!" I say and Niall gives me a grin, obviously knowing that he just completely ditched my opinion. "Well, if I do practise my lines on the show, wouldn't the whole world know about it before the movie's released."

"Harry, you're a huge actor, do you really think the rest of the management team haven't already talked to the show about it?" My manager, Jim, says and I huff, finally deciding to give in because they're not going to let it go.

I hate having to give into something because it'll boost my fame. I mean, even the word famous is a triggering word per say to me. Fame isn't easy and it's always very troublesome to always have to do things to boost the amount of people who gush over me.

"Fine, only because I have no other option." I say and Niall and Jim cheer before handing me a form.

Jim looks up at me. "Fill this out, the show filming starts in 4 days." He says, handing me a pen also and saying goodbye before walking out of the room. I look down at the paper in front of me and see Celeb Life written in big bold letters on the

If you're wondering, Celeb Life is a reality TV show where 10 celebrities are put in one house (with only 5 bedrooms may I add) and live there for 10 weeks. In return, they get to donate $10K each to a charity of their choice, making it the only reason I somewhat agreed.

I've always been a guy to want to make a difference to the people around me. A few years ago I grew my hair just to cut it off and donate to charity, much to my fan's dismay.

So I guess I was booked on a stupid reality TV show for 10 weeks to try and expose flaws in celebrities, or over dramatise them. The whole concept of reality TV I find rather stupid.

Now you may think that I'm sounding like a pretty boring guy right now, but truth be told I'm actually pretty different. The problem is when I get angry, I tend to get very serious and pissed about everything which many people find 'cute.'

I don't know why, don't even ask.

As I continue to sign the papers, Niall looks over my shoulder.

"Good luck mate." He says, laughing and I shoot him a glare.

"Hey Niall, I know what you'd love." I say with an evil grin. "A great joke!"

"Fucking kill me now." Niall mutters and I laugh evilly, but obviously fail because in my mind it didn't sound like a dying goat.

"I went to the zoo the other day. But there was only 1 dog. It was a shih tzu." I tease and Niall throws his hands up in the air as if he was surrendering and I can't help but laugh.

He starts walking out of the room like that. "Bye. I'm out."

"See ya leprechaun." I say while saluting as he gives me a small Irish heel click and leaves the room promptly as I chuckle at his simple gesture.

I then get on to filling out the details on the form because I know I'll be in trouble if I don't.

I have to give it to the guys, they did help me become as well-known as I am right now, but they can be extremely and irritatingly strict when it comes to doing what they want me to do.

Anyways, for the situation at hand, I finally finish filling in certain details already not filled out by the management company such as signatures and specific needs that I'd like fulfilled on the show.

I walk out of the meeting room and hand the papers to my boss, before walking out to collect my bag and meet Niall in the car.

After going down the elevator, I walk to my car, hoping in and greeting Niall. "Where'd you want to go?"

Niall shrugs his shoulders. "Preferably home. You should spend your last 4 days before the shows with your one and only best friend!"

"Yeah right. Best friend." I joke and Niall smacks my arm lightly. "Oi, don't hit me when I drive, I'll crash." I complain and I can practically feel Niall's eyes rolling beside me.

"Yeah sure, Mr Perfect." He says sarcastically and I chuckle, concentrating on driving again. The majority of the ride home is pretty average. Us screaming loudly to music playing on the radio while making people outside question our life choices. "Fucking hell mate, I'm gonna miss you while you're on that show."

"You too buddy." I say, parking the car and hopping out. I walk up to my front door and unlock it leading Niall inside as well. "How's the guitar going?"

"I swear you ask this every time you see me." He says, throwing himself onto the sofa and crossing his arms over his chest. "I haven't become a pro in the space of 5 hours."

"Can I not be a good friend Niall?" I joke, sitting down on the couch opposite him and copy his actions by crossing my arms as well.

"Oh yeah, you're the best friend ever!" He says sarcastically, doing a little jazz hands action when saying the word 'ever.' "Hey did you hear about the huge party that went on in San Francisco?"

I raise an eyebrow, suddenly thinking of an amazing pun. "You could say it was great in San Frandisco." I say with absolutely no regrets.

Niall face palms and looks absolutely done with me. "Oh my fucking god." He throws his arms up and gets up to walk away to which I beg him to come back so that I don't get bored. He rolls his eyes, sitting back down. "No more bad puns."

"Can't guarantee that." I exclaim with a slight chuckle. Niall huffs and decides to begin to start standing up again. "Fine! I won't!"

"Good." He says sitting back down and slouching into the chair. I try to ruffle his hair before he pushes my hand away. "Hand off the hair."

"But Harry likes to STYLE your hair!" I exclaim before laughing a bit harder than I should.

That's enough to get Niall to leave the room and for me to run after and chase him.

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Yup! This is a rewrite of a story I wrote ages ago