fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Fifty-Two

Mood: Broken Frame by Alex &Sierra

Louis looks at the pictures for the umpteenth time before groaning in annoyance. Johannah was continuously texting him, repeating the same shit over and over again. He was absolutely tired of her. He didn't want to deal with her anymore.

Harry was back on tour, in some country that Louis has already forgotten the name of, but he texted him religiously. He exited the message app and huffed.

Eleanor was lounging with him on the couch with her head on his lap. She looks at his distraught expression and frowns.

"Johannah giving you a hard time?" She asks. Louis nods and she sits up.

"She's obsessed."

"Tell me about it." Louis retorts. Eleanor grimaces and takes Louis' phone out of his hand, reading the texts that Johannah sent.

"Geez, does she not have a life?" She asks. Louis laughs and moves to take his phone back when she goes on the texts that he has with Harry.

"Hey! Don't read those!" Louis complains, reaching for his phone. Eleanor scampers off of him and moves to the end of the couch as she reads the texts out loud.

"'Harry you're making me hard.' 'Lou, fuck I miss that tight—'"

"Eleanor!" Louis cries out, face red. She giggles and tosses his phone back. His face continues to brighten as she makes sexual innuendos towards him.

"You're disgusting. Absolutely horrifying." Louis states, standing up from the couch. He quickly makes his way towards his bedroom.

He changes into a pair of skinny jeans and tank top before heading back into the living room where Eleanor was flipping through the channels on their television.

"Have a lovely day, princess." She teases as Louis grabs the keys to their front door.

"You're an asshole." He retorts but blows her a kiss either way. He had to head in to model some new pair of Adidas joggers and he kind of just wanted to stay in and watch footie while eating Ben & Jerry's.

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"A few more shots and we'll be done here, Louis." The cameraman says, his face hidden behind the giant lens.

Louis sighs but nods nonetheless, hands, gripping the sides of his jacket and looks away from the camera. The shutter goes off a few more times, the big lights become a little blinding but he focuses, wanting to end this shoot quickly. When the cameraman gives him the last thumbs up, he smiles widely, walking away from the white backdrop and heading to change back into the clothes he came in with.

Once he's done, he grabs his charging phone and pockets it quickly. He doesn't check his messages or the missed phone calls. He grabs all his necessities and waves to the workers as he exits the building.

When he makes it to the front door, he doesn't expect the mass crowd of paparazzi waiting for him. He flinches and looks around, completely confused. Paparazzi never check up on him. Not unless they were hired by Richard. But he would never hire this many.

So what's happening?

He tries to make his way through the mass but the people were pestering him with questions and pushing their cameras in his face.

"Are you lying about your relationship with Eleanor?"

"Are the pictures real?"

"Are you lying about your sexuality?"

"Are you dating Harry Styles?"

"Is he gay?"

Louis panics and he feels his chest tightening from how cramped and closed off he was. He tried to turn around and go back in the building he was caged in by the paparazzi.

His breathing became erratic as he pushes his way through the ocean of paparazzi. The camera flashes are blinding and he's becoming dizzy.

This is too much.

He can't handle this. His eyes shine with fresh tears and he looks around blindly, begging the people to back away bit. They're relentless, pushing their cameras into his face more and more.

He fishes out his phone from his pants and dials Eleanor's number quickly. He finally makes it out of the hoard of paparazzi and back into the building from which he came from.

He leans against the wall and places a hand over his mouth, silent tears falling from his eyes. Eleanor answers the third ring.

"Lou, have you seen—"

"El, please. T–There's so many p–people. I don't know w–what to do." Louis stammers, taking in big gulps of air.

"It's okay, babes. Hey, it's okay. I'll be there in a few okay? Deep breaths, babes." Eleanor says, and Louis tries, he tries but the feeling of being trapped won't leave his chest.

He slides down the wall and sniffles quietly, listening to Eleanor whispering to him. She told him stories when he got like this. She told him sweet memories with him and her and it always made him feel better.

He could hear her shuffling around the flat, probably getting a driver with their emergency phone so she didn't have to hang up on Louis.

"Listen, darling, remember when we first met Harry? When we freaked out because he was just so amazing. Remember that?"

Louis gives her a quiet yes holding onto the memory dearly. He could remember Harry's bright smile and the feeling of utter excitement in the pit of his stomach.

"Remember when he bought us hot chocolate? It was bloody cold and he bought us hot chocolate and then offered us backstage passes. That seemed like so long ago doesn't it?"

"Y–Yeah."

"But look at us now. We've gone through so much together and we're still here. We'll always be here." Eleanor whispers. Louis smiles softly, the trapped feeling slowly leaving his body.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, okay babes?"

"O–Okay." Louis answers and he stands up again, leaning against the wall. He could hear Eleanor talking to a driver, telling him the directions to the work place he was at and then she's back on the line.

She continues to talk to him, continues to say random things to keep his mind preoccupied and how did Louis deserve such an amazing friend?

She rambles but Louis knows she's doing it on purpose. He laughs a few times from one of her silly stories and when she arrives at the building his hands aren't shaking anymore.

He hangs up the phone and watches as she makes her way through the paparazzi, continuously yelling at them. When she enters the building, she immediately hugs him, asking if he's alright.

He reassures her and takes her hand, squeezing it tightly. Eleanor smiles up at him and together they walk out again.

Louis grips her hand as if it's a life support. She leads him through the paparazzi, telling them to get out of the way. They seem to listen to her and clear a way for them.

When they reach the window tinted car, Louis can finally breathe.

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larry will be here soon. xx