A Public Affair (A Harry Style Fan Fiction)

S.O.S Larry?

Usually when you are dating or flirting with someone, you have to take the time to know them and figure out who they really are. Even if I spent countless hours with Harry, trying to get know him, I got a secret weapon to find out more. In my case, I had the internet to fill my head with information about Harry. So that was why I spent the whole morning surfing the internet. I used Tumblr because it seemed like it was this kind of underground society, which made my curiosity grow bigger. I found some pictures of him when he was little, that was before the X Factor. How did they find those pictures in the first place? I was pretty sure that they could have sneaked into his house and stole them, after all they did hack the security camera from an airport to see the boys land, that was what I read earlier. Just by pure curiosity and boredom, I decided to search my name as well. I was definitely not ready to see this; I found some pictures of me from a long time ago. When I said a long time ago, I meant like when I was in High school. Those pictures are private in my Facebook account, so I didn’t know how they got their hands on them. Those fans are literally secret agents on a mission, which scared me a bit. I scrolled down a bit more when I saw this:

‘’Lizarry is fake, Larry is real.’’

I will never get used to this ship name… if you asked me it was weird that people ‘’shipped’’ us even though there was no ‘’us’’ just yet, but something got my attention. What was Larry? Did Harry date a girl name Lauren or Lindsey? We never got to the talk about the exes so I didn’t understand the other ship. I simply click on the Larry hash tag and regret it immediately.

I was in no position to talk about how those girls felt or even judge them but I felt slightly sick knowing that they were shipping Louis and Harry together. If it was only for bromance, it would be cute and funny but they really wanted them to be together as a real couple. I didn’t have anything against gay people; on the contrary, I loved them. I always supported their rights and every year, I went to their parade in Montreal. But it was like the Larry Shippers who wanted to force them to be something they aren’t. I scrolled a bit further to see that they even made pictures of them and gifs. They changed everything to make it seemed like there was something going on between them, a slight stare from Louis to Harry became something special for them. At some point in my research, I found myself laughed at this because no one in their good state of mind would think this is real. Those fans were definitely an interesting subject. I snapped out of my euphoric laughs when my phone rang. I stood up from where I was sitting earlier on the couch in the living room and walked to the kitchen where I left it to charge. I immediately pressed the green bottom on my screen when I saw his name. ‘’Cheap Shit’’. I laughed knowing that I really should change his name in my phone.

‘’Hey Harry!’’ I greeted him with a giggle at the end of my sentence.

‘’Why are you in a good mood, love?’’ He said and I immediately imagine his dimple on the corner of his mouth.

‘’Nothing.’’ I lied with a playful voice. I just could tell him that his name on my phone was Cheap Shit. I shook my head before adding. ‘’What’s up?’’

‘’Well we just finished our interview and we are on our way to the house. And I, well, we were wondering if you wanted to come by the house and chill.’’ He said before whispering. ‘’You don’t have to.’’

‘’Of course she has to! You talk some shit sometimes.’’ I heard Louis said and I instantly burst in laughter.

‘’Alright I will be there.’’ I replied to Harry and the others since they were listening to our conversation.

‘’Great! I will come get you in 20.’’ He said before hanging up on me. How gentlemen of him?

I grabbed my phone and went upstairs to take a quick shower. I thought that I would be doing nothing today, kind of a lazy day but Harry showed up with his plan and I changed mine. It was quite scary to think that I will change my plans in a heartbeat if he asked me to. He already had a hold of me and we weren’t even together. I got out from the shower and walk to my room to dry my wet body with a towel. I grabbed my other towel that was resting on the bed and dry my hair with it before throwing it on the floor. Yeah I wasn’t the type to look after myself. After my whole body was dry, I walked to my drawers and search for something to wear. We were going to chill at their house, so I could go in joggings but I restrained myself. If I let the thought sink into my mind, there would be no turning back, and I would make do with my joggings. I finally decided to wear a pair of black jeans short with blue and white stripe top. I walked back to the mirror in the bathroom to start drying my hair with the hairdryer since the towel didn’t do a great job in the first place. After finishing with my hair, I turned my attention to my face. I had a pimple in my forehead which only made me sigh. I put a little bit of concealer just to hide it before going for my natural make up routine. I little bit of eyeliner, mascara and I was done. I was about to make my black and white converse when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to open the door to Harry. When I saw him, I just stared at him. He had his hair pushed back from his forehead, under his white t shirt; we could see the ink of his tattoos peeking out. I looked down and saw his black jeans with a huge hole in the knee. You would think that he would buy new expensive jeans to replace those but nope.