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

Reason #22

Reason #22 I Hate Being Famous: The Gold Diggers

Louis' P.O.V

"Louis, are you ready to get fitted?" Eleanor asks. I nod my head. 

"Excellent. I'll drop you off at the tailor's and then go shopping with my mum for a wedding dress. I'll be picking you up at 4:00."

"Okay love." I tell her, getting into the passenger side of the car. Eleanor gets into the other side, starting the vehicle and driving towards the tailor's. I get out after giving her a kiss. While I'm getting inside I hear my name. I turn around, the door open behind me.

"Mum?" I question. "What are you doing here in London?"

"I thought I'd come to see my son. Your wedding is soon." 

"Two weeks. Come on, I have to get fitted." I motion towards the store. My mum follows me inside.

"Where is Eleanor?" She asks as I ring the bell at the cashier's desk. A man soon comes out, smiling at me.

"Mr. Tomlinson. Your fiance called to let me know you'd be coming. Let's get to work now, shall we? Over here please." He motions towards a small raised platform and I stand on it after taking off my coat.

"She went to finish with the fittings for her own dress." I tell her, the tailor holding up a measuring tape as well as writing down measurements on a pad of paper.

"I'm very excited to see that lovely girl walking down the aisle towards my baby." Johannah gushes, making me blush. I have to bite back a frown. I want Harry to be the one walking down the aisle towards me but I know that can't happen. The man finishes with the measurements and I step down. 

"Just call Eleanor if you need anything such as the exact colour or whatever. It doesn't matter to me." I tell him before grabbing my mum's hand and walking out of there. She chats my ear off about the wedding as a find us a cafe. Oh boy it's going be a long two weeks.

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Harry's P.O.V

Two weeks later; 2 days before the wedding... 

My phone rings, dragging me out of my nap. 

"Hello?" I mumble.

"Haz! Louis' bachelor party is tonight! You comin'?" Niall's voice comes through the speaker, making me wince. God he talks loud.

"Wasn't planning on it." I say honestly, rubbing a hand over my face. I get up and start to make myself some tea.

"Seriously? Come on buddy!" Niall whines.I laugh slightly.

"I don't know Niall. I'd rather not have to remember that the man I love is getting married tomorrow. I'd rather watch comedy movies and stuff my face until I can't remember how sad I am."

"Or you could come out and get totally wasted at the strip club tonight?" Niall proposes. 

"One problem with that."

"What?"

"I'm gay."

"Well whatever! Come on Harry! Pleeeeeaaaase." Niall drags it out and I groan.

"Fine." I take a sip of my tea. "See you soon Niall. Bye."

I hang up and go take a shower. I'm excited but also totally not for tonight. Who knows what could happen when Louis is drunk. 

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*Ding Dong* 

I open the door and follow Niall down to the limo without a word. When I get in I get a few hellos but I'm only focused on Louis. He looks up from his phone and his eyes open wide.

"Harry."

"Lou."

"I didn't know you were coming."

"Decided last minute." I say, crossing my arms. Everyone's watching the two of us talk in silence. I'm feeling pretty awkward. Louis and I haven't had a civil conversation in a long time. Since he proposed to Eleanor I think.

"Well that's good." He says, nodding his head. I give him a small smile and then pull out my phone, texting Mya.

Harry: Guess what?

Mya: You shaved your head bald.

Harry: no -.-

Mya: You decided to change your name to Barry.

Harry: no. I'm just gonna tell you.

Mya: Okay sounds good.

Harry: I"m with the boys on my way to Lou's bachelor party

Mya: .... actually?

Harry: Mhmmm. I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow morning. Okay?

Mya: Have fun! :)

By the time I'm done talking with Mya I notice we're at a club. I follow the boys out the limo as Liam tells the driver that he'll call when we need him to come back. At 8 o'clock on a Saturday night, the club is booming. Bodies are packed on the dance floor and crowded around tables as we push past people to the designated V.I.P area. Luckily it was less crowded and there was more room to dance. I went over to the bar to order a drink when I felt someone walk up beside me. I glanced over and did a double-take to confirm. Louis was joining me at the bar, avoiding looking at me and wringing his hands nervously.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask him after I've gotten my beer. I lean against the bar, taking a swig and looking at Louis. I say him gulp and nod his head slightly. I tilt my head to the side, watching him order a whiskey and drinking it all at once. One of my eyebrows arch up as I watch him shake his head. 

"Louis? Are you okay?" I ask again.

"I don't know Haz. I'm nervous." My heart warms at the nickname.

"Well I'd be nervous too. Are you sure you want to marry her?" I say as I watch him down 3 shots of tequila. Oh boy.

"Well yeah I think so." Louis says, scrunching his eyebrows together.

"You don't sound sure."

"No no. I'm sure." His words said one thing but his tone was the opposite.

"Louis, do you wanna talk about this?" I ask him. He shakes his head, ordering more tequila shots.

As the time ticked by Louis got more and more drunk. It was something to say I was concerned. Once he left the bar to go dance I went over to our table and told the boys my thoughts. They all frowned. I told them we should keep an eye on him because I didn't exactly trust him with the amount of alcohol he consumed. 

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