Where We Land (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Sorry we haven't posted in a bit.. my fault! - P

A startling silence sunk into the airy room. The first, and most

likely only time, that the whole circus would be silent for once.

"Dibs on... Um..." Jeremy tried to splutter out a excuse for his yell.

Winter rolled her icy blues eyes and cut him off.

"Great introduction Jeremy." She turned to face whom I assumed was the

oh-so-famous Harry Styles. "Jeremy calls dibs on you, darling."

The air grew even thicker after Winter's snide comment. I couldn't

help but hate the young girl. She had to embarrass the red head in

front of the new member. It wasn't very common for us to add a new

addition to the family, and she just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Everyone in the room threw around glares at each other. Poor Harry

stood awkwardly, shuffling his feet with his exuberant green eyes

facing the ground. He probably thought he was the reason harsh looks

were present in the tent. I felt sorry for the poor kid.

I coughed lightly and tried to break the hard glares dancing around

the room with a joke.

"Eh, better watch out for that boy Jeremy. That red head is one mean

tiger." I threw a over exaggerated wink in Harry's direction.

Loud chuckles echoed through the room. My plan had succeed.

Our circus crowd of freaks swarmed up to Harry. Hands waiting for

shakes and yells were shoved into his face. He smiled largely, showing

off a pair of deep dimples. He shook every one's hand with his own

large hand. He did amazing with all the people, the people who would

soon become his family. That is, if he can perform well. Harry had a

natural connection with people, I could tell even when I barley knew

the curly headed teen.

Niall's deep yell ripped through the chatter. " Everyone get ready!

Don't hurt the new kid! We will have an introduction after the show.

Get on stage and perform for now!"

I peeked up at the elephants. Winter and Joel were sitting on top of

the elephant. Winter's once angry face was masked with overly wide

smile and mass amounts of make-up. We were ready to finish off the

show.

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The curtain connected to the back section of the tent was open and

people in suits and face paint rushed in and out of the dressing room.

As I shoved through the crowd, I spotted Liam chatting with Zayn. I

wrapped one arm lightly around Liam's waist.

"How was the show, Mr.Sweaty" He nudged the space just below my ear

gently with his nose, forgetting about whatever him and Zayn we're