Larry One Shots

Play Me Like One Of Your French Girls

Source: unknown (someone on Twitter posted the summary and wanted it to be written)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2416
Summary: Louis is Hollywoods 'Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling', and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane.

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I walked through the airport, my bodyguard by my side. We made sure to leave earlier so that we could get to the airport sooner without having to worry about that many fans and paps. Of course they were still there, but there wasn't as many as there would've been if my flight was later in the day.

It already sucked enough that because of the sudden change of flight times I couldn't get my jet in on time, meaning I had to fly public. Which I didn't enjoy as much since people usually noticed me on the plane with them and asked for pictures.

Dave guided me to gate 37, where my flight was. I sighed, and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other before pulling my phone out and playing trivia crack. It was addicting, I couldn't help it.

Five minutes into the game, once I've lost, I looked up. The airport seemed empty compared to the other times I had been there.

A figure standing in front of the big desk thing where you can buy tickets, caught my attention. The man had long legs, and was hunched over the desk, talking to the woman who was viciously typing away on the computer in front of her.

Long curls cascaded down his neck, stopping at his shoulders. I couldn't help but let a small smirk show through onto my lips. The man was wearing these ratty boots, and a black sheer long sleeve shirt, that allowed me to see his tattoo's through the thin material. He looked like one of those teenage boys I see around London, except he seemed to be a bit older somehow.

I instantly looked down when he turned, my cheeks blushing fiercely from almost being caught staring. I glanced up again, only to see him staring right back at me. I bit my lip to hide a smile. I could actually see the features of his face, and I was glad I could. His curls seemed even more unruly from the front, and he looked like a lion with a little baby face. His eyes were big and wide as they stared at me, his plump pink lips ajar. His cheekbones were flawless, and his jawline did justice.

Then, he broke out into a wide grin, causing me to purse my lips and blush in embarrassment. I looked back down, going onto Twitter and trying to look elsewhere. I wanted to tweet something about him. Saying how I never knew airports had hot guys, but then I remembered that, oh, I didn't come out yet, and oh, that would make people assume things and I don't want that.

So, instead I texted my sister, whom I had very much come out to, crying on frustration and almost having a panic attack since I didn't know what to do about my career. Not everyone likes gay people. And being in the acting and sometimes modeling business, it wasn't very easy to keep a good reputation. I didn't want to be judged and have no more offers for roles to play, but I couldn't help my own sexuality.

*hottie alert*

*heLP ME😱*

*he's rlly prettyyyy*

*who is he? Did you talk to him?*

*no!! I can't do that! I don't even know him!!!*