fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Forty-Three

I'm writing a new short story called Burn The Pages. It would mean a lot if you guys checked it out :)

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Mood: Gold by Imagine Dragons

A month later Harry was sitting in his small dressing room in New York, getting ready to preform on Good Morning America. He sighed as he scrolled through his Twitter, staring at all the hate coming through.

@beautifulhazza: Harry used to be so careful about everything. Now he's gone and gotten a girl pregnant. Fucking idiot.

@daisystyles: I USED TO LIKE HARRY AND LATELY HES BEEN SUCH A MANWHORE I JUST CANT

@elatedstyles: I'm so done with Harry. He's so fucking stupid now. He needs to get his shit together.

Harry locked his phone and sniffled softly, wiping at his eyes.

Why are people so cruel?

He's supposed to be having the time of his life, traveling and singing, but he was sad. He didn't like having to pretend and pulling these absolutely hideous PR stunts.

A woman named Bailey comes in and tells him he's due to preform in ten minutes. Harry nods and wipes at his eyes again. She gives him a sympathetic smile and exits the room.

He unlocks his phone again and continues to scroll through Twitter. There were pictures of Louis and Harry hanging out about two weeks ago when they went on a date but the fans saw it as two guys hanging out.

There were also some of Louis and Eleanor. They were holding hands and kissing and acting like any other couple would. When he sees how people talk about how cute they are he locks his phone and runs a hands across his face.

Richard walks in then, smiling at him with a wicked smile.

"Ready?" He asks and Harry rolls his eyes before nodding. Today was the day, he supposes. He's going to tell the world he's going to be a daddy. And not in a good way.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go." Harry mutters and walks past him. He leaves the dressing room and walks the short path to the stage. He passes by fans behind barricades who scream when they see him. He stops to take a few pictures and sign a few things before being ushered away.

He strains a smile as he bounces up the stairs and waves at the hoard of screaming fans. He's welcomed by a man and a woman who he can't remember the names of and they hope him the best with his performance. Harry thanks them, smiling softly.

Minutes later he's singing Drag Me Down, the fans singing along loudly. For the time being he's happy. Happy that he could bring this much joy to people by just standing here on this stage, singing.

The fans scream when the song ends and he performs three more with enthusiasm that can probably power thirteen suns.

He prances around on stage, kicking his legs and arms about and grinning widely. He finished the last song and bowed, thanking the audience repeatedly.

A woman with a microphone comes by and congratulates him on the performance and Harry thanks her. He's free to leave for a few minutes until the dreaded interview and he sighs as he quickly makes his way back to the dressing room.

His phone is going off on the vanity where he left it and he checks it to find messages from Louis.

Princess 👑: hey! You did amazing :)

Princess 👑: your hair looked amazing btw.

Princess 👑: and so did your legs. Eleanor was making fun of me because I wanted to lick the television. That's not weird, right?

Harry chuckles and types back.

Harry: definitely not weird. And thanks. I always get in the mood while singing.

Princess 👑: okay good. You look so cute while singing, dancing around and all.

Harry beams and was about to type back when Richard walks in.

"Come on. It's time for the interview." He says. Harry groans and stands up. He quickly messages Louis back before pocketing his phone, and walking out with Richard.

Harry: thanks, princess :) I have to go. That stupid interview is in a few. Love you. Wish me luck.

Harry follows Richard out and the man stops and turns to Harry. The younger lad was many inches smaller than him. It made Harry feel as though he had the power over him.

"Don't fuck this up." He says and Harry gives him a tight smile before pushing past him and walking up the stairs of the stage again.

There were three chairs, one on the left and the other two on the right. Two were already occupied by two people with microphones. He himself gets handed one as he takes a seat.

Harry waves at the fans again and greets the two that'll be interviewing him. He barely gets two words out before the woman who he remembers faintly as Emma starts throwing questions.

"How's the tour going so far?" She asks.

"Great. Love the energy the fans bring to every concert." Harry answers truthfully.

"What has been your favorite stop so far?"

"I don't know. Every place is special in its own little way. But I think California will always be a go-to for me."

The man who Harry recalls as Mike hasn't said anything.

"Your hair looks great. It's so long." Emma compliments. Harry smiles and thanks her wholeheartedly.

"Thank you." Harry mumbles into the microphone. She asks if she can touch it and he lets her, leaning his head over as she runs her hand through his hair.

He feels a bit awkward and as he pulls away he gives her a tight smile. Mike finally speaks up.

"So we were talking backstage and you told me some pretty exciting new am I right?" He says and Harry tenses, shifting in his seat. This is it.

He's going to lie. Again. On national television.

"Uh..." Harry doesn't know what to say.

"So, you told me you're having a child with someone. Are you excited? It's some very exciting news." Harry takes a deep breath. He can do this.

"Um...yeah--wait." He furrows his eyebrows before swallowing. He can't keep this shit up. He can't keep lying.

"Uh no. It's not my kid. It was all a PR stunt."

Harry turns to look at the fans who have all gone silent. He looks at each face before looking at the edge of the stage. Richard is staring at him, his face fuming.

Shit.