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

Reason #4

Reason #4 I Hate Being Famous: The Beards (not the facial hair)

Louis' P.O.V

Louis: where did you get that pic?

Sarah: it was all over IG and Twitter

Louis: ..... seriously?

Sarah: oh yeah! everyone's talking about it.

Louis: what r they saying?

Sarah: that its so cute Larry's finally coming out of the closet

Louis: oh ok.

As a part of the contract with Modest! we can't admit to being gay. So I have to tell this fan that its not true.

Louis: I'm sorry but that's not true

I hesitated pressing send. Harry looks over my shoulder.

"You have to hit send Lou. You know it's part of the deal with Modest!." Harry says quietly.

"I guess." I say and reluctantly hit send.

Sarah: are you serious....? So it's not true?

Louis: sorry to tell u that.

Sarah: oh. ok

I set my phone down when it starts to ring. I pick it up and look at it. The screen says 'Eleanor'. I hand it to Harry.

"I can't deal with her right now. After lying to that poor fan I can't handle her." I tell him. He nods and answers it, putting it on speaker phone.

"Hello?" He says.

"Harry?" Her high pitched voice says.

"Yeah."

"Where's my Boobear?" Both Harry and I cringe.

"He's busy."

"Doing what?"

"Stuff."

"Oh my god. Is he there listening to you annoy me? Louis! Louis! Get your phone back! God Harry you're so annoying!" She babbles. I roll my eyes but take over.

"Hi El."

"Louis!"

"What?"

"You've gotta stop Harry from taking your phone all the time."

"Mhmm." I'm barely listening to her.

"Now about my question from earlier..." Her voice fades into background noise when I feel Harry's lips at my neck.

"Not now Harry." I whisper, trying to pay attention to Eleanor. But my arousal was growing in my pants and I couldn't keep my mind off of Harry, whose lips were attacking my neck. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips.

"What was that?" I heard El say.

"Nothing!" I chime. Harry chuckles but continues his sexual assault. He palms me through my jeans, making me curl my toes.

"El?" I say, cutting her off.

"What Louis?" She said, annoyance clear in her voice.

"I have to go. But I'll talk to you later." I'm about to press end when she stops me. Harry's hand makes its way to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as I try to end this painful conversation.

"But Louis!"

"What." I deadpan.

"You haven't answered my question!" By now Harry's pulling off my jeans.

"Which is?"

"Can you lend me some money?" At this both Harry and I pause.

"For what." I deadpan.

"I'm going to a party tomorrow and I need a new outfit."

"No."

"But-"

"No Eleanor."

"Fine. I guess you want people to hate on you for having a badly dressed girlfriend." She plays that card. I think of the fact that I only asked her out because Modest! asked me too. Wait no. Told me too.

"Fine El whatever."

"Yay! Thanks babe!" She squeals before hanging up.

"She's killing me." I tell Harry as he slides my jeans off.

"I know baby I know." He murmurs before taking off his own jeans. We both pull off our shirts before sliding back into Harry's bunk. We hear footsteps come our way but continue to kiss.

We hear someone groan in frustration. I break away from Harry and put my lips to his ear.

"I think that's Zayn." I say.

"Nope it's definitely Niall." He counters.

"Wanna bet?"

"Whoever loses has to give the other one a blowjob?" I propose.

"Sure. And if its Liam we both get one." I laugh at Harry's proposal.

"Sounds like a plan." I tell him.

"Who's mad we're about to have sex?" I call out and Harry bursts out in laughter.

"It's Zayn but you know they aren't gonna be happy either."

"Ha! I win!" I whisper in Harry's ear.

"Damn. I was really hoping for that blowjob." He groans.

"Nope."

"Guys!! Turn the movie up loud!" We hear Zayn yell from the bathroom, knowing we were about to start.

"Why!?" I hear Niall yell.

"They're gonna have sex!" He says and Harry and I blush. I can still see it through the darkness of the curtain blocking us from everyone's view.

"Aw shit. YOU GUYS ARE CUNTS!" Niall screams before the volume of Toy Story blasts through the bus.

"Want me to turn on some music?" I whisper.

"Yeah." He says, his voice becoming low and raspy with his arousal. I go through my phone and select a song from the playlist Harry made called "Larry Sex;)". Harry pulls my boxers down before adjusting himself down further on the bed.

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