Larry One Shots

Assistants Benefits.

This idea was entirely my idea.

Source: me
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3385
Summary: "it's a profession where your worth is tied up with looks"

or where louis is a model, and harry's just the photographer's assistant intern who wants to make it to the big leagues, but is stuck getting people drinks and taking useless orders instead.

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harry sighs, his foot tapping away against the tile. his teeth gnawed at his bottom lip, his eyes scanning over the large area. he yearned to actually be able to do something useful. not to have to be the one to go sharpen a pencil or get a coffee or hand over something to someone. he wanted to be able to actually take action in something, since that was what it said in the pamphlet for the internship he interviewed for.

harry was only the photographer's assistant. he had been interviewed for it, showed the man his photos, his resume, his experience with camera work. which, even though it wasn't as long as some, he still had more talent than them, which meant he won. what he didn't know, was that he would be the bat boy, photographers version. only less. because he doesn't even get to touch a camera. no, he just had to get someone a drink, or clean something off, or go deliver papers and such from one person to another. which was not mentioned when he signed up.

the only thing related to photography that he did, was edit his boss's photo's. of course, his boss didn't use his photos and fixed them himself, but he had told him that it was for practice.

"when do i get to shoot?" harry would ask.

"maybe next time" lucielle would answer. loo-see-el. that's how it was said. harry first thought it was girly until he was scolded by the man. "and don't even think anything un-manly about my name because yours is horrid. harriet, is probably stands for. you could pass as her" he scoffed on the first day, which almost made harry cry, being only sixteen and more sensitive than others as well as being made fun of for a short time when he first came out to his school. so, lucielle hadn't made that any better.

"harry!" he snapped out of it, scrambling up from his chair. lucielle was standing up from where he temporarily squatted to take the photo's. he jerked his head towards the director of the shoot, ben winston.

"yes, sir?" he asked timidly. he had heard plenty of ben winston, and always had fantasized about the man calling him in to be the photographer for his shoot. but to lucielle he was only a child that didn't mean anything yet.

"can you take these to louis' dressing room? make sure to knock," the man asked. from first impressions, he already seemed nicer than his boss, and nodded, taking the bag of clothes from him. probably clothes from the shoot that he would get free. "thanks, kid," ben winston smiled, patting harry's shoulder as he walked off.

harry made his way to the hallway, and to the first room on the left, labeled louis tomlinson on a green laminated paper taped to the door. harry opened it, taking a few steps in before gasping and scurrying out. he knocked that time, and heard a laugh before a light "come in".

"im sorry," harry apologized, walking back into the room with blushed over cheeks. "he told me to knock and i-i just, sorry," he sighed, "uhm, mr. winston told me to bring this to you," he said, holding his arm holding the bag out.