fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Twenty-Six

Mood: Casual Affair by Panic! at the Disco

Harry walks ahead of Louis, gripping his arm protectively. The fans and paparazzi went crazy as they stepped out of the cafe. Harry had given Louis a pair of sunglasses to make sure he wasn't being blinded by the camera flashes.

The two boys walked quickly back to Harry's car, the taller boy taking quick pictures and smiling at the fans. The paparazzi were taking pictures, yelling out questions.

"Harry, how's Taylor?"

"Harry, is this a friend?"

"Harry, smile for us!"

He ignored all of them, almost pushing Louis into the car, before running around the front and jumping into the drivers side. Once he closed the door behind him, Louis let out a breath.

"That was crazy." He says. Harry nodded, driving slowly through the mass of people who stood on the streets.

They made a path for him, fans banging on his car, screaming and crying.

"Oh, dear god, I'm glad I'm not like that." Louis whispers, sinking in his seat.

"Don't worry, princess. You're just the right level of crazy." Harry replies, before pressing the gas, leaving the mass of fans behind them.

****

Louis and Harry stumbled into Louis' flat, laughing to themselves. Eleanor stood inside crossing her arms. She let out an exasperated breath when the two boys stumbled through the door.

"Finally! I was worried sick! I saw the pictures of you two at the cafe! Harry, don't you know how dangerous that is?" Eleanor asks, flailing her arms around. Louis chuckles before walking over to her and kissing her cheek.

"Don't worry, love. We're completely fine." Louis giggles. Eleanor huffs.

"Fine. Whatever you say." She says, rolling her eyes. She was about to leave when Harry's phone rang.

Harry furrowed his eyes, pulling it out, checking who it is. It was his manager.

"Um, I'll be right back." Harry mumbles, stepping into Louis' bedroom and closing the door behind him. Louis and Eleanor exchanged a glance before waiting for Harry to come out.

He reemerged within a few minutes, his face pale.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Louis asks, walking over to the tall lad. He placed his hands on his chest, as Harry gulped loudly.

"Uh--um--my manager--Richard wants to see us. Um, Eleanor too. He sounded mad."  He says, "He said to meet us in two hours in his Doncaster office."

Louis wondered how Harry's manager knew about Eleanor. He didn't want to think about it.

Without wasting a second, Harry drags Louis and Eleanor out of the flat and into Harry's Range Rover.

They drove in silence, the three of them contemplating what the fuck was happening.

The moment they reached the office building, goosebumps formed in Louis' forearm. He had the feeling of stepping into a haunted house. Harry reached over the console, squeezing his boyfriends hand before letting go and stepping out. Eleanor and Louis followed suit, all of their hearts beating loudly.

They walked into the building, instantly being met by a chirpy receptionist. She had brown eyes with straight brown hair styled up into a bun. She wore a black pencil skirt and a white button up.

"Hello! My name is Marissa! You must be Harry Styles and company. Mr. Monroe is waiting to see you. Come with me." She says, making her way to an elevator. The trio follow, Harry constantly touching Louis in one way or another.

Marissa pushed the fourth button before leaning against the wall. The room was quiet. The only sound was the whirring of the machine and the quiet him coming from Marissa's lips.

Once the doors opened, they walked out and she showed them to an office. It as small. Two seats in front of a table with a chair behind it. The chair was occupied by Richard. He didn't look up when they walked in. Marissa bid goodbye, closing the door behind her.

Silence evaded them.

"Mind telling me what we're doing here?" Harry asks suddenly. Richard hums but doesn't speak, typing something on his laptop.

"Richard, why--"

"Is this him?" He finally speaks. He was looking at Louis. Harry nods.

"Yes. This is Louis. My boyfriend." Harry retorts, placing a firm hand on Louis' waist.

Richard seems unfazed. He looks back at his laptop before shutting it and leaning back.

"Well, nice to finally meet you, Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Calder." He says, not bothering to shake their hands. It's not like they wanted to either.

"How do you know my name?" Eleanor squeaks.

"Oh, it was quite simple. I just had to ask your landlord. It was no big deal."

"How do you know where we live?" Louis asks.

"You don't think Harry goes alone on his trips to visit you, do you?" Harry's face pales. They've been following him around?

"I could get a restraining order on you." Louis replies, his voice shaky.

"You wouldn't want to make your boyfriend lose his job, would you?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow. Louis gulps, gripping Harry's forearm roughly.

"Now, let's get to business." He says smiling, "It has come to my attention that you two went out publicly earlier. Am I correct?"

"Yes." Harry answers. Eleanor makes her way next to Louis, standing with him, holding his hand.

"Well, it's already sparking some controversy, believe it or not. They recognize Louis from his fan account with thousands of followers. They've become skeptical." He pauses, before continuing, "I have already told you, Harry Styles, you may not go out on public dates. Our contract does not end for another year and if you don't want your career to flop you ought to listen to me--"

"You homophobic piece of--" Eleanor starts but he cuts her off.

"Now, now. Be kind. I haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." Harry sighs.

"Then can you hurry up and tell us? I'd rather go somewhere where you're not around." Harry says. Richard chuckles.

"If you wish." He says, leaning forward. He rests his ugly face on his ugly hands and he smiles an ugly smile.

"If you want to keep going out with Louis Tomlinson in the manner that you are, I have some conditions. Unless you want to end your career right now." He pauses to see if Harry will protest. He doesn't.

"What conditions?" Louis asks. Richard grins before answering.

"Tell me, Louis Tomlinson, have you ever heard the term 'beard' before?"