fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Forty-Four

You guys are cuties

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Mood: Outlaws by Alessia Cara

Everything was blurry, like he was in a movie being played in slow motion. The fans started screaming and the interviewers were struggling to figure out what to say. Richard was glaring daggers at him. Within a second, Harry was snapped out of his reverie. The woman who was interviewing him asked him something.

"Excuse me?" Harry asks.

"I asked, why do you say this was a PR stunt? What for? What do you have to hide?" She repeats and Harry licks his lips, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip as he takes in the question. He could just say it now. He could say he's gay and it'll be over. He opens his mouth to answer when he feels someone grip his arm.

It was one of his security guards.

"The interviews over. Come on." Harry stares at him for a moment and when he doesn't move, he's being pulled out of his seat and off the stage. He could hear the interviewers protesting and the fans booing but soon he's in his dressing room and Richard is there, his fists clenched.

"What the actual fuck was that?" He asks, visibly seething. Harry takes a deep breath before smiling.

"I'm done being your puppet." He replies curtly. Richard scoffs and Harry doesn't have enough time to think before the older man is throwing something at him, a glass cup.

The glass flies past him, breaking into small shards as it connects with the wall. Harry ducks quickly, but a shard hits his cheek, cutting him. He yelps in pain and looks at Richard with wide eyes.

"The fuck?!" He exclaims, bringing a finger to his face and looking at the red liquid stained his fingertips.

"You ruined everything! This isn't how it's supposed to be!" Richard shouts, his voice dipped with anger. Harry walks towards the small vanity and looks at his cheek, grabbing a tissue and cleaning off the line of blood.

"Haven't you ever thought about me? Is all you care about money? Is the rest of your life really that fucking depressing that you have nothing else to do other than make my life living Hell?" Harry asks, turning to look at Richard with a newfound confidence.

"You have no say in what my life--"

"Oh that's rich, coming from you. I'm done being a mouse stuck in your maze. If I want to come out, I'll come out. Fuck you and your contract." Harry says before walking out of the dressing room and being escorted into a black SUV. He asks the driver to take him to his hotel.

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"I can't believe you said that." Louis breathes into the phone line, minutes after Harry had entered his hotel room.

"I can't believe I said that either. I didn't know I had it in me." Harry replies, smiling softly.

"It's all anyone is talking about." Louis retaliates, his voice louder and filled with excitement.

"They pulled me off the stage before the interview finished. It was Hell, I tell you. Hell." Harry says and he could hear Louis stifling a giggle on the other line.

"New reality show, Keeping up With Harry Styles." Louis says and Harry smiles widely. He frowns when his cheek stings from the action.

"Richard uh...he sort of threw a cup at me...a shard sort of uh--"

"If you tell me that he hurt you I will personally fly to New York and cut off his balls and make him eat them." Louis interjects.

Although Harry would somewhat be okay with that, he knows violence is never the answer.

"Babe. I'm fine. It's a little scratch."

"Eleanor! Get your bags packed! We're going to New York!" Louis shouts. The noise is muffled as Eleanor enters the room and Harry could faintly hear them throwing snarky comments back and forth.

A few seconds later, Louis comes back, laughing into the phone line.

"Eleanor's mad. Not at you. At Richard. She's still freaking out over what you said. To be quite honest, she went ballistic. She broke my favorite teacup." Louis mumbles and Harry laughs.

They talk for a few more minutes until Louis says he's going out for lunch with Eleanor and they say their rather long goodbyes before hanging up.

Harry is left in his room, lying on the bed as he stares up at the blank ceiling, listening to Richard arguing on the phone a few rooms down.

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Louis leans into Eleanor, laughing loudly as she tells a story about a date she had with Alice.

"You can't be serious!" Louis shouts and Eleanor nods vigorously, chestnut hair bouncing.

"I don't lie, Tomlinson!" She retorts and punches his arm softly. He scoffs and turns back to his sandwich that lay half eaten on his plate. Eleanor sipped at her peach iced tea and hummed along to a song that Louis didn't know.

They talk animatedly for a while before paying for their meal and leaving the small restaurant they were at. Eleanor holds his hands gingerly and they continue to talk, swinging their hands between them.

"I still feel all weird about this." She says, motioning to her hands. Louis hums and looks around, eyeing the paparazzi and the few people that got paid to get their pictures on the Internet.

Louis sighs and listens to Eleanor rant about how a boy tried to hit on her the other day. She goes on about how she is obviously a lesbian and people that can't see that, must need glasses. Louis laughs along but within a second he isn't paying attention because someone is walking towards them and Louis feels like he knows the woman from somewhere but he just can't place it.

Eleanor freezes in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at her and once she's a few feet away, Louis gasps.

Oh my God.

Eleanor is faster than him, making her way towards the woman and blocking her way towards Louis.

Louis is stuck, frozen and unable to even talk.

"Please--just let me talk to him." She begs and Eleanor says no, turning and pulling a stunned Louis with her.

They walk away without another word, leaving Johannah Tomlinson standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

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