Outing Larry

Chapter 37 (Part 2)

A/N BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER UPDATE. JUST WANNA SAY A BIG THANK YOU FOR THOSE OF YOU READING OUTING LARRY. I SERIOUSLY CAN'T BELIEVE IT HAS OVER 9,000 READS. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE IT. OKAY GONNA LEAVE YOU WITH THIS ONE...HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ENJOY.

The plane landed at LAX airport exactly 3 hours after its scheduled time of arrival. Harry stretched his long legs and looked at Shane who was holding a sleeping Adam in her arms. Harry smiled fondly at the little baby.

'The flight wore him out,' he told her as a member of the crew came to the first class area to see to the passengers. Shane smirked at him.

'You wore him out Harry. You hardly stopped playing with him. I can safely say Adam likes you a lot.' Harry chuckled.

'Well I like him a lot too. Do you have a car waiting for you or do you need me to tell my driver to drop you off somewhere?'

'My brother is picking me up. He's eager to see Adam. But thanks Harry.' Harry nodded at her and got up off his seat.

'Well I better head out then. I have a feeling there will be paps and fans waiting for me. I don't mind the girls but the paps? Some of them are out for blood. It's not like I don't give them the photos they want but they always want more. They take the skin off you if they could.'Shane gave him a sympathetic look.

'That must be sad,' she told him but Harry just smiled.

'All part of the job,' he told her as he hauled his bag over his shoulder.'I'll see you in 10 days. Enjoy your holiday okay and if you need anything at all, you have my number.' Harry bent down and placed a soft kiss on Adam's head. 'Say hi to the little guy when he wakes up yeah.' Shane smiled up at him.

'And you take your much needed rest and don't eat too much junk food. Don't make me work you extra hard when we get back.'

'I won't I promise. It will be smoothies and healthy food for me,' Harry told her as he began walking towards the exit of the plane. He shook hands with the crew before he left the aircraft. As he entered the arrivals, he found a security detail waiting for him. Harry shook his hand and allowed the man to escort him out of the airport. No sooner had the automatic doors slid open, he heard his name being called and cameras flashing here and there. People started to crowd him and he had to admit that this part scared him. The security tried to keep them off but some fans squeezed themselves next to him, shoving their phones in his face to get a much awaited picture with him. Harry stopped and posed with as many fans as he could but he felt tired. He smiled and thanked them and allowed the security to get him to his car. Once he was safely inside, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The security got in the car beside the driver and the driver pulled out slowly as fans were still calling him from the sidewalk.He wished he could hang out with them more but he was bone tired and if he were to be totally honest, he needed to get away from the spotlight for a few days.

The drive took a little over half an hour. Traffic in L.A was heavy during the day. When the driver parked the car in the driveway, Harry thanked him and got out. He stood in the driveway as the driver backed up the car and pulled out through the gates and onto the street, disappearing from Harry's sight. Harry sighed in relief. It was so good to be home. He missed his house here. Our house, he corrected himself. He pulled the house keys out from the front pocket of his bag. He put the key in the lock and opened the door. He entered the foyer and closed the door behind him, the silence of the house greeting him. He walked into the big lounge and put his bag down beside one of the large black leather couches that filled the room. He walked to the glass wall across the room and pulled the sheer white curtains open. The sun filled the room and the view took his breath away like it always did. The green back lawn with football posts and the pool and deck area. The trees surrounding the property.It was their home and he missed it so much. Last time he was in L.A,Modest had rented out that big ass mansion in The Hills for him to have his birthday party at. This was no mansion but it was home. This was were their memories had been made.