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

Reason #21

Reason #21 I Hate Being Famous: People Only Want to be Your Friend Because You're Famous

Harry's P.O.V

"Harry! Looking great man! You excited for the movie?" One of the paps call out as Mya and I try to get past them into the restaurant they had rented out.

"Yeah. Pretty excited." I say. 

"Can you stop for a few questions?" One says loudly and I nod, stopping and turning. Mya stands kind of behind me, uncomfortable with the flashes of the camera.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Yes. Her name is Mya Hernandez."

"When is the movie premiering?"

"In about a month. I'm not sure of the exact date." I chuckle.

"How are you and Louis? You guys seem tense towards each other."

"We're good. I need to go now. Thanks for talking guys." I say.

"Just a few pictures?" A few yell. I pull Mya back out and smile, holding her to me. My arm is around her waist.

"Give her a kiss!" I look at her and she smiles. I put my arms around her body and pull her to me. I kiss her slowly, smiling into the kiss. When I pull away we turn around and go in. I'm done with the paparazzi.

"Harry! Long time no see man!" I hear and turn to look, finding Zayn standing with Perrie.

"Hey man. Perrie, nice to see you." I nod. Mya goes to stand with Perrie and they walk over to the open bar. 

"Where are the rest of the boys?" I ask Zayn and we go over to the buffet table. All the tables had been rearranged in the restaurant, leaving an open space in the middle of the room. The tables were still open to sit and eat in around the perimeter of the room and in a corner. Along one wall 2 buffet tables were set up, one holding appetizers and such, the other desserts. In another corner of the room the open bar was set up. I could hear music coming through the restaurant speakers as I piled food onto a plate.

"Not sure. Maybe they haven't shown up yet." Zayn says. I walk over to a table with Zayn, sitting down. A few moments later Niall plops down beside me, his plate piled quite high.

"Hungry?" I chuckle.

"Of course I am." Niall winks. Liam comes over just then, a glass of water in his hand.

"Vodka?" I ask, and he shoots me a look. "I'm joking. Where's Sophia?"

"She found Mya and Perrie." He says. I nod. I see Louis then, sitting on a bar stool. He's got a glass of some liquor in his hand.

"Excuse me. I'm going to get a drink." I say quickly, getting up and strolling to the bar. When I'm about six feet away from him he looks up, seeing me. He looks at me through squinted eyes. 

"Louis."

"Yes?" 

 "We need to talk." I say to him. He swirls the ice in his glass around, looking at me.

"Yes we do." He's got a calm tone to his voice and I can't figure out his emotions. I'm a bit confused about his words.

"Why?" I ask.

"Why what?" 

"Why did you say you didn't love me? You swore that I would be the only one for me."

"Harry I don't want to talk about this." Louis sighs, looking up at me. I can tell he's already getting drunk. I really don't want to get into a fight with him, especially not in public.

"Fine. Then what do you want to talk about?" I ask Louis, sitting beside him.

"My wedding." He says, words cutting into my heart. I look down at my feet for a moment, blinking back tears.

"What about it?" I choke out. I look back up at him, seeing his prying eyes. He's staring intently at me. 

"I... I want you to be the best man in my wedding." He says, voice shaking. I eyes meet his and they stay locked on each others.

"What?" I whisper. He turns his head a little.

"You heard me." Louis says, taking another drink.

"No." I spit.

"No?" He says, looking at me with shock on his face.

"I will not be your best man. Not when I want to be your husband." I whisper the last sentence. I swear there are tears in his eyes at my words.

"Why not?" He says.

"Why not? Why not? What the hell kind of question is that?" I say loudly and people closer by look at Louis and I.

"Harry, please quiet down." Louis says calmly, motioning to the bartender. He comes over and Louis points at his drink. He puts two fingers up and the bartender hands him two glasses. Louis turns and hands one to me.

"Relax Harry, please. Have a drink." Louis pleads, my heartbeat speeding up. I take quick short pants, grabbing the glass from Louis' hand. I down it all in one gulp.

"Please leave Louis." I whisper. His head shoots up, his eyes meeting mine.

"Excuse me?" He says, looking at me through squinted eyes.

"Please. Leave." I say. He stands up, making his way towards the door. He turns to look at me before opening the door. 

"Bye." He mouths to me, a single tear on his cheek. Louis leaves and I turn to look around the restaurant. The boys are looking at me, along with the bartender and the couple sitting by the bar. I shake my head before walking over to my table.

"Why did he leave?" Liam asks.

"I told him too." I say simply.

"Why the hell would you tell him to leave?" Niall says.

"He asked me to be his best man at the wedding." I play with my food, no longer hungry. I avoid their eyes, listening to silence.

"I'm guessing you said no then." Zayn says. I nod my head. 

"The wedding is in two months. There isn't much left for them to prepare for. Are you even going to go to the wedding?" Niall asks.

"I don't know. I haven't decided." I say.

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"Niall, are you going home now?" I ask. For once at a party, he hasn't taken advantage of being Irish and gotten drunk off his arse.

"Yeah mate." 

"Well Mya went home with Perrie, Zayn with Liam and Sophia, some sort of sleepover." I tell him. It all kind of confused me when Mya tried to explain. We had both been drinking so I heard a bunch of names and basically understood I'm going home alone.

"Wanna come to my flat tonight? I really don't want to be alone after what happened with Louis." I confess. 

"Sure."

"The limo is outside. Wanna go now?" I ask. He nods his head. I lead him outside, the paps' camera flashes hurting my eyes. I put a hand up and get into the limo, Niall following me.

"I feel like there is another reason you wanted me. Harry, what's on your mind?" Niall says, crossing his arms and looking at me.

"I have a plan to get Louis back. But I need your help."

"Count me in." He smiles.

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