Don't Worry, We're Infinite *Larry Stylinson*

Chapter 1

Harry

Deep breathes. In. Out. In. Out. This is okay. I am okay.

There is nothing wrong with being gay. I can be gay. There is nothing wrong with that.

I calmed my stuttering heart and looked out the window of the van i was currently sharing with the boys. Sitting in the back gives me the advantage of being alone. I need to sort out my thoughts. See, the problem is Louis. Louis fucking Tomlinson. His eyes, his hair, his smile. Ugh. I haven't ever been attracted to men, but there is just something about him. But the problem is Eleanor. And the fact that Louis doesn't like me. He can't like me, why would he? He has a girlfriend for god's sakes. Sigh. We arrive at wherever the hell we are going today and i step out behind the rest of the boys. "Hey Haz. You're looking lonely back here! I shall join you! Come!" Louis bounds over and grabs my hand running through the hoards of fans as quick as possible. Hands grope, grab, and pinch as we weave out way through the crowd. Eventually making it to the building, which has turned out to be a meeting room, we stop. The room is magnificant. "Woah..." I hear Louis breath and i nod in agreement. The rest of the boys arrive, looking ruffled, and we walk to the correct room. Simon, and a bunch of other Modest! People are there. "Hello Boys" smiles Simon. "Hullo Uncle Simon!" The boys and i chime as we sit. The meeting kicks off in high spirits. We talk about our upcoming album- Take Me Home- and the tour that will go with it. About half way through the meeting, Louis's phone goes off, buzzing dully. He slips a hand into his pocket and turns it off, without checking who it is , and the meeting continues. About an hour and a half later we're done. Everyone starts to get up, but Lou. "Haz wait while i check this text" Louis pleads and i sit back down as the rest of the boys file out after the Modest! Crew. Louis opens the text and his face fakls. His eyes well with tears and his forhead crinkles. "Boobear what's wrong?" I say gently scooting closer. He holds out his phone to me and collaps on my shoulder. I look down at the screen, and the message that has caused Lou so much pain.