Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 35

Louis could see, through the mass of people jumping on stage, that the Syco guys went over to Union J and The Wanted. Louis found that his legs were moving towards them, arms breaking apart crowds. His eyes were fixed on a short-ish guy with short, black hair parted down the middle. When he smiled, Louis recognised him immediately as Simon Cowell.

"Hey, Si, can I get your autograph?" Louis walked over there, giving Simon a slightly sarcastic smile. Two guards immediately stepped in front of him.

"Wait, guys, I can handle this." Simon sighed. "It's not going to work out, Louis. I'm sorry." Simon sighed once more, and Louis wondered how he knew his name. He felt tears sting his eyes, as his dream was being shattered to pieces.

"I... can you at least tell me why?" Louis managed. Simon stepped towards him, guards shifting uneasily in the background, and put a firm hand on his shoulder. Simon looked in to Louis' eyes, and gave him a look that said: 'I think you know why'. "You... me... you're not signing us because of me and... Harry?"

Simon could see that he shouldn't of let Louis know about it. The judges had seen the look on Louis' face and were now ushering people outside, to wait for 1D to sign their stuff. Louis was now sitting down on the stage steps, Simon ignoring him and speaking to the two runners' up.

Harry had sat next to him, now, and put an arm round him. "C'mon, love, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does!" Louis had now stood up, tears falling out his eyes, which were blazing with anger, fury, but most of all, heartbreak. "You!" Louis pointed a finger at Simon. "You're a homophobe! That's why you didn't sign us!" Louis now turned round to face his other band mates, who all had confusing looks on their face. Louis, knowing that if he switched his tone he'd sound serious, switched to a dangerous, not-to-be-reckoned-with voice. "Go on, Cowell. Say it's true - that you didn't sign us because Harry and I are gay."

Simon bowed his head - in shame, or embarrassment, no one knew. But when he looked up he looked as straight faced as ever and had genuine sorrow in his eyes. "Yeah, okay- it won't work out. Unless you're prepared to stay in the closet and not be free, it won't work. What teenage girls would want a boy band with two of the members in a relationship?"

"He's gay! I can tell!" Louis took out his frustrations on a boy in Union J.

"Don't be silly-"

"A-actually, Simon, I am." The boy said, looking baffled at Louis.

"See." Louis folded his arms.

"Lou, there's other labels. Ones much better than a talent show arse-licker." Harry said, turning Louis round and pulling him in to a hug. This was about the only thing that could soothe Louis right now. About a dozen fans stayed behind and walked over, joining in on the hug.

"Larry Stylinson forever." One girl said. Louis chuckled at this; it sounded hilarious - but right at the same time. Soon, the judges, boys and fans were all in on the hug.

Louis was driving home, being very silent, until he said:

"Stupid posh, snobby homophobic shit head." He said gravely. "The fucking twat. I hate him. I want him to burn in the utmost foul contempt. I can imagine it now... I slow and painful death. Ha." Louis chuckled to himself. Harry had never seen him so angry.

"C'mon, babe, we have a three week holiday to look forward to - and we're not giving up. We still have our pub gigs - and a ton of money to keep us going on rent and food. Hell, we could tour round Brighton - someone will be bound to sign us." Harry said, putting a hand on Louis thigh.

"Yeah, we won Battle of the Bands - someone's going to have to sign us sooner or later! Blondie lived off cheese sandwiches until they made it. They didn't give up." Liam said.