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

Reason #20

Reason #20 I Hate Being Famous: My "Fiance" is Really Annoying

Harry's P.O.V

I stumble into my flat, falling over my own feet. I groan loudly, trying to get up.

"Harry?" I hear and lift my head.

"What?" I moan, finally succeeding in getting up.

"Are you drunk?" Mya asks, grabbing onto my arms.

"No." I say, walking towards my room. She follows me as I hastily try to get to my room.

"Harry, why are you drunk?" She asks.

"That's like asking you're pretty. It's a dumb question." I tell her, laughing. I pull of my shoes as she rolls her eyes. I watch her leave and pull off my jeans and my shirt. Clothes are dumb. I like being naked. Just when I'm about to pull off my boxers she comes back in.

"Harry, please wait 'till I'm alseep before getting nude." She sighs, handing me a glass of water.

"I don't want water." I pout.

"Drink it or suffer a hangover tomorrow." She says, crossing her arms.

"Yes mum." I chuckle, downing the whole glass.

"Damn it. I have to pee." I whine, pushing her out of the way before going into the bathroom. I take a whiz and then wash my hands and face. I go back into my room, finding Mya sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Do you want another glass of water?" She asks and I shake my head. Mya leaves and comes back a moment later with a glass.

"Please drink it Harry. For me?" She asks, sticking out her lower lip. I sigh before drinking this one too.

"Just 'cause you're cute." I tell her before flopping onto my bed. She pulls the covers over my body and kisses my forehead.

"Goodnight Harry." She mumbles. I hear her bare feet pad out of my room, closing the door. She's such a great friend. I fall into a deep sleep with the warm feeling of her lips on my forehead.

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I wake to the bright light pouring in through my window. I groan, rolling over and pressing my face into my pillow. My head is pounding, even though I remember Mya giving me at least 2 glasses of water. I slowly peel my eyes open, looking around the room. On the bedside table is another big glass of water and 2 Advil, plus a note. I pick it up.

Harry, here's some Advil. Hope your headache sucks you little asshole :) Love Mya

I smile ironically. Thanks Mya. I sit up and grab the Advil, downing them along with the water. After letting my headache subside a little, I get out of bed. I take a quick shower, getting rid of the stink of alcohol reeking from my body. After drying off and getting some clean boxers plus some joggers on I head into the kitchen. Mya's sitting there drinking some tea, reading a magazine. She looks up when I enter the kitchen.

"Good morning." She says, smiling cheekily at me.

"Morning." I say, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some tea. I put a bagel into the toaster and put it down.

"How's your headache asshole?" She asks, not bothering to look up from her magazine.

"Mostly gone. No thanks to you."

"I'd say all thanks to me. 'Cause who took care of you when your drunk arse stumbled into here at 3 a.m?" She asks, frowning at me.

"Fine. Thank you for taking care of my drunk arse at 3 a.m." I tell her as my bagel pops up.