Gay Band | Larry - AU |boyxboy

13

Harry wakes up alone in his flat. Despite Louis' two in the morning visit, Harry was alone. They kissed, that was it. Afterwards Harry drove Louis home.

As much as Harry wanted to believe that Louis meant to kiss him, he knew it was just the alcohol. But that was enough for Harry. Louis had pleaded to stay the night at Harry's but he knew better than to deal with a hungover Louis on top of Louis' regular self. He drove him home, which five minutes into he drive Louis fell asleep.

Not wanting to wake him, Harry carries the sleeping boy up to the flat and opens the door. For once, Harry was thankful that Louis had left the door unlocked. Usually, Harry would scold him for leaving it unlocked, deeming it unsafe. Which Louis would either brush off or reply with a snarky comment.

He walks into the dark flat, unable to make his way through it in the dark, he turns on the hall light. Louis stirs in his arms, buts doesn't wake up as Harry makes his way down the hall and into the bedroom. The light from the hallway illuminates the room just enough for Harry to make his way around. He sets Louis down on the bed and covers him with a blanket.

He watches the sleeping boy, face slightly lit up by the light from the hallway. Harry thinks about the night and how it played out. He tries to figure out how he got here, how all of this happened. Stumbling into a boy in a bar, who coincidentally turns out to be his job, to having to pretend to be his boyfriend because Louis' part of a 'gay band' when he isn't actually gay. Having to be in huge crowds of people and having your every move watched by millions. Saving Louis from a drunk douchebag and watch him be so broken, then later being screamed at for it. Then this, a drunken boy showing up at his door at two in the morning upset and apologizing for everything, kissing him, and apologizing.

And somehow he would do it all again.

He left Louis' flat that night, after making sure he was okay. He hoped Louis wouldn't remember anything from last night, for both of their sake. He checked his phone, no calls or texts, a good sign.

He had his monthly meeting with Jordan later today, he dreaded those. It was always about his image, how he had to go out more, every part of the netting was about picking him apart piece by piece so he would be the 'perfect boyfriend' for someone who wasn't even gay.

He sighs and gets out of bed. He walks to the kitchen and puts the kettle on, waiting for the water to boil. He goes through the messages from friends that he missed from yesterday. Endless snapchats of friends partying and getting drunk. They had invited him but he declined, feeling too tired after a day of running errands, which involved a panic attack that he was able to control until he got out of the way of the groups of people swarming him.

That's what being in the public eye does. He's the hot new thing, 'dating' a member of the biggest band of his time.

Harry wonders what the night would've been if he had gone out. If he had said yes and went out to a club with all of his friends, he probably wouldn't have been home. He would have crashed at his friend's house and had gone home the next morning. Would he find Louis outside his flat the next morning? Or would the whole thing not have happened?

Thinking about the whole ordeal made his head hurt. But he couldn't stop thinking about the what if's and the maybe's of last night. As he poured the hot water into the mug he made a conscious decision to not think about it any more.

What happened, happened, there's nothing to change, it's okay. 

He grabbed a banana off of the counter and took his tea out on the balcony, the London sun  was shining and he was going to make the most of it.