Black Coffee (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 29

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since i hadn't uploaded in so long before, i wanted to try and get this chapter out as soon as possible so, here you gooooo!!!! 

You guys are so wonderful with your commenting and your voting and i got 3,000 more reads since the last upload!???!???? I'm so so happy!!!

So there's this chapter, and then about two more left! Almost over :(:(:( But thank yous and the playlist will be uploaded before the epilogue and i may or may not give special thank yous to my favorite readers so stay on your a game

there's a semi very important note at the end so please be sure to read that!!!!!

and anyways, the drama continues:

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Chapter 29

Bullshit. That's what Louis thought of the whole Larry thing. It was all a load of bullshit. Every moment, every touch that Harry had cherished, was complete nothing to Louis. It was less than nothing to Louis, it was bullshit. He would rather talk shit on their relationship, than ignore  the hate. 'Ignore the hate'; that was told to Harry over and over again by management. They never told that to Louis though. They would tell him to talk hate on it, because Louis could afford some bad reputations. It didn't matter. Harry, on the other hand, was like glass, and the media would shatter him if he ever talked shit to the fans. 

He could never talk shit on 'Larry Stylinson'. It meant more to him than he led on. Sometimes, he would search 'larry stylinson' on google, or even on tumblr, just to read all of these theories that he desperatly wished were true; how they were fucking behind closed doors, stealing kisses before an interview. Harry often thought about how happy he would be if Louis had felt the same.

"Hows this , Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that."

No matter how much he begged, it wouldn't leave his phone. Even if it was management that told him to tweet it, he now knew that it wasn't important to him, as it was to Harry. And Harry pretended that he didn't sob himself to sleep that night when Louis kept careful distance the rest of the night.

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Harry left for the loo to splash some water on his face. He was shaking so badly he needed to get a grip on himself. Nerves were settling in, and it was only the first day of bootcamp. It was just dancing. He should have been oozing confidence, because that's just how he is, but when more than half of the group here will be sent home because they weren't good enough, it's very nerve racking. 

Someone once told him that having to take a piss before you perform, was good luck. But his aching bladder was becoming a distraction, and he still had ten minutes before he should be out on the stage with the other competitors. 

Another lad came in, but Harry kept his gaze on the wall as he unzipped his pants. Don't make it awkward, Harry. Don't make it awkward.

But he was still shaking with nerves, and his wrist jerked ever so slightly and he watched in ultimate horror as a sprinkle of his piss landed on the boy's arm.

He finished peeing in utter embaressment. He was red in the face and it was suddenly so hot, and the walls seemed so much closer and the boy's presents seemed so much more invading.

"Oops." He finally breathed after zipping his pants and flushing, unable to formulate better words to fill the awkward situation. The boys finished peeing and meerly chuckled and Harry could have died right then and there as his face grew even hotter.

"Hi." The boy chuckled, and finally Harry looked up and locked gazes with the most peircing blue eyes he had even seen. 

"I'm- fuck- I'm sorry I mean,- oh God, I'll just leave." Harry stuttered before making his way to the door, mentally kicking himself for getting into such a weird and awkward conversation.