fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Fifty-Three

Sorry for the long wait !!

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Mood: Reaper by Sia (idk man it's just my jam atm)

It was everywhere.

The pictures were everywhere.

They were on every social media, on every newspaper, on every article. Louis felt like vomiting. He didn't know what to do.

He picked up his phone with shaky fingers, ready to call Harry when the phone rang. Harry's name flashed across the screen and he answered it quickly, blurting out apologies the second he picks up.

"Lou, calm down." Harry says and Louis takes a deep breath before closing his lips.

"I'm sorry—"

"It's not your fault. It's Johannah's." Harry replies without missing a beat. Louis goes to protest when Harry continues talking.

"I've been thinking..." He starts slowly, "I'm tired of hiding, of not being me."

Louis doesn't know what to say. He feels completely lost for words at the thought of Harry coming out to the world. Did he really want to do this? Is this what he really wants?

Of course he wants to hold his hand and kiss him in public but is Harry ready for that?

"That's...amazing." Louis breathes out, voice seeming small to him.

He could hear Harry's nervous laughter on the other line and listens to him explain his plan on what he's going to do, how he will have an interview prepared by the end of the week. He listens and his heart seems to fill up with so much excitement and exuberance, he feels that he's ready to burst.

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Harry looks around the airport, taking a deep breath before stepping into the terminal and instantly being bombarded by paparazzi. They shout questions at him and he's glad he's put his sunglasses on because the camera flashes would have blinded him by now.

He continues walking behind his guard, who not so kindly, tells the crowd to move away. Harry keeps his head down, trying to not let the shouting get to him. He's used to this. It's been years since the first time he's been mobbed but now, he feels overwhelmed.

He could hear the paparazzi yelling, trying to get a reaction out of him but he tries to show any types of emotion as he reaches the exit of the airport. He's at the door when a man yells out,

"Harry are you a faggot?"

That one small word makes him flinch. He quickly turns around, and the camera flashes go off even more wildly than before.

"Love is love. No need to use that word." He says through gritted teeth.

The response gets dozens of replies but Harry ignores them and exits the airport quickly, getting into the backseat of the car and driving off. He pulls out his phone and sends a text to Louis, telling him a driver will be at his house in a few minutes to pick him up.

He gets back quite a few emojis but Harry has absolutely no clue what they mean. He laughs when Louis sends an eggplant emoji and the mouth with it's tongue out. Okay, he knows what that means.

He leans his head against the car window and tries to get some much needed rest.

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When Louis opens the door, Harry wraps his arms around him, whispering how much he missed him.

"Missed you too, H." Louis says, voice muffled by Harry's shoulders.

"Come on. I'm gonna take you somewhere." Harry mutters and tugs Louis outside without waiting for a response. The smaller lad finds himself in the backseat of a window tinted SUV within seconds.

He lets out a surprised breath and settles into the seat. Harry smiles and intertwined their hands.

"Don't get so comfy now, Tomlinson." Harry whispers in his ear and Louis shivers at how low his voice has gotten in the last few seconds.

He turns to look at him and say something witty but Harry's lips are on his before he can form a coherent thought.

Louis doesn't protest, only deepens the kiss until they're both panting against each other, lips parted in a heated kiss. Harry grips Louis' thigh, whispering sweet nothings as he leaves wet kisses against his neck.

The driver was possibly very much uncomfortable but Harry could honestly care less at the moment. Soon, they wouldn't have to share secret little rendezvous, rather be out and open with the whole world.

Harry was far more than excited. He was bouncing off the walls at the thought of coming out but he still had the issue of Richard to attend to, but he guesses he can deal with that later.

About an hour into the driver, Louis gets bored and sprawls himself across Harry's lap with a small huff.

"I'm bored." He says and Harry chuckles. He runs his fingers through his hair, massaging the scalp softly.

"Almost there." Harry says and Louis hums, closing his eyes. They sit in silence for a few more minutes until they finally reach their destination.

"Babe, we're here." Harry says and Louis sits up to find a grand house staring back at him.

"And this is?"

"One of my homes in England." He states and Louis feels like he's on fire.

Holy shit, he's about to go into Harry Styles' house.

"I'm–what the fuck do I say?" Louis mutters and Harry laughs at his awkwardness.

"I don't know. Maybe–lets go break in one of the beds?"

Louis gasps and slaps Harry's arm playfully before getting out of the car. Harry tells the driver he'll call him if he needs to be picked up before they're left alone, standing on Harry's gravel driveway.

"Come on." Harry chirps and grabs Louis' hand, taking him to the giant mahogany door.

"How the fuck does one open this shit?" Louis asks, staring up at the door. Harry shakes his head, laughing quietly. He quickly unlocks the door and steps inside, watching as the smaller lad meekly follows suit.

He takes in the grand entrance, a giant crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling and a winding staircase leading in two different directions.

Louis stares in awe at the marble floors and amazing art hanging from the walls. Harry only smiles and lingers behind him, letting him take in the surroundings.

When they're on the top floor where the bedrooms are, Harry wraps his arms around the small boys waist. He kisses his cheek softly before moving his lips to his ear.

"So," he whispers, "which bed do you want to break in first?"

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vv important chapter next yayay