30 Reasons I Hate Being Famous (Larry Stylinson) (BoyxBoy)

Reason #1

Reason #1 I Hate Being Famous: The Paparazzi

Louis' P.O.V

"Louis! Louis over here!" The paps yelled at me. I pulled my hood over my head, trying to get into the hotel and away from them. I pulled sunglasses out of my pocket, putting them on even though the sun had already set.

"Louis! Is it true you're in a relationship with Harry!?" One of them yells. I'm tempted to turn around and answer him when my contract with Modest! management pops into my head. I push past them without uttering a single word.

"Mr. Tomlinson. You had multiple calls while you were out." The lady at the front desk tells me.

"What? They would've called me on my cell." I tell her.

"She said she tried a couple times but couldn't reach you."

"She?"

"She said her name was Eleanor."

At the sound of her name I rolled my eyes behind the sunglasses, glad the receptionist couldn't see me.

"What did she want?"

"She just repeatedly asked if you were back and to tell me to tell you to call her." She shrugged.

"Okay thanks. I'll get to it."

"No problem Mr. Tomlinson."

"Please. Call me Louis."

"Okay."

I make my way to the elevator. Once inside I call Eleanor, and hope she picks up.

"Hello?"

"El."

"Lou!"

"What do you need?"

"Oh I just wanted to hear your voice! I miss you Boobear!" She chirps. I cringe when she calls me Boobear. Only some people can call me that.

"Well I'm busy El. Call once and leave a message. You really didn't need to bug the receptionist." I sighed.

"But Lou! We're dating. I need to check up on you!"

"Check up on me for what?"

"Just to see how you are. But I need to ask you a question..." She trails off as the elevator opens and I make my way to my room.

"And it is?" I open the door to my room and walk in. As I'm closing it I'm pressed against the door, someone attacking my neck.

"Listen babe. I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow." I cut her off. She starts to protest but I press end.

"Babe huh?"

"Need her to think I like her." I say, moaning when he bites my neck. He licks it and blows on it, making me shudder.

"Oh is that so?"

"Yes Harry and you know it." He doesn't respond as his mouth reaches mine. His lips are rough against mine. His tongue runs against my lips and I open my mouth. He kisses me deeply, and I know I'm getting aroused. He starts to palm me through my jeans and I groan against him. He suddenly breaks away from me.

"I can bet Eleanor doesn't kiss you like that?" Harry says, walking away and laying on one of the beds.

"Fucken douche." I mutter.

"Gonna go take a cold shower now?" He calls as I go into the bathroom.

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny Styles." I call out, just going to the washroom and washing my hands.

"I know!" He yells, laughing. I come out of the washroom and lay on the bed beside him.

"Now Haz..."

"Yeah Boobear?" My body warms when he says my nickname. I don't even answer him though. I prop myself up over top of him, and lean down. I kiss him like before and he starts undressing me, pulling off my hoodie and then sliding my jeans off. He starts undressing himself and we only broke the kiss to pull of our shirts. I put my hand into his boxers, grabbing his member.

"Oh Lou!" He moaned as I stroked his length.

"Yes?" I asked, teasing him.

"Quit. Teasing. Me." He pants.

"Okay." I smirk. I pull down his boxers, grabbing him. I hear the drawer open and feel Harry hand me something. I pull away from his lips and look at him.

"Lube huh? Smart thinking Styles."

"I know. I'm a genius." I chuckle as he pulls my boxers down. He grabs the lube from me and puts it on me.

"Ready babe?" I whisper in his ear.

"I'm always ready." He moans as I give him a little reminder for tomorrow morning about my love for him. I position myself at his entrance and push in slowly. Harry starts breathing heavily and I stop.

"No. Keep going. It's a good burn." He moans.

"Are you sure Haz?"

"Yes Boo."

I keep pushing, letting him moan my name. Once I know he's ready I start thrusting. I know I've hit his g-spot when he stiffens up beneath me.

"Ungh! Louis!" He yells. I kiss him deeply, letting him ride out his high as I hit mine.

"Oh Harry..." I moan. He kisses my neck and collarbone. Once we finish riding out our highs I pull out.

"I hate not being able to kiss you in public Boo. But I still love you." Harry whispers in my ear.

"I love you too Harry."

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