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

Reason #23

Reason #23 I Hate Being Famous: The Drama

Harry's P.O.V

As the clock neared 1:00 am, I ventured out onto the dance floor to find Louis. He was in between a guy and a girl and they were all grinding against each other. I froze on the spot, my body still in between the dancing people. When the guy leans down and starts kissing Louis' neck I burst into motion, pushing  past everyone until I could reach them. I pull the guy off Louis, pushing him away. He just shook his head and walked away, finding another guy to dance with. I pulled Louis away from the girl, dragging him by his wrist back to our table. I feel him resisting my pull but I don't stop until I have him sitting down beside Liam.

"What the hell Louis?" I ask, dumbfounded by him.

"I should be saying the same to you!" Louis says to me.

"Excuse me?"

"Why would you do that?"

"You mean pull two people off you because you're getting married soon? Oh my bad!" I spit at him.

"Exactly! I'm getting married! I'm allowed to have fun!" Louis shouts. Luckily the music was loud and no one looked our way at the sudden yelling.

"Yeah, you're allowed to go to strip clubs or order strippers to a hotel room but not that!" I shout back, gesturing towards the dance floor. Louis shakes his head before getting up and going to the bar, grabbing some shots and downing them. I follow him once I see this and I turn him around to look at me.

"What is going on?" I ask him, concerned by this point. He just shakes his head.

"Nothing Haz. I'm just trying to have fun!" He insists.

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I wake up the next morning, thankful I hadn't gotten piss drunk. I remember Louis and the events that unraveled last night. I shoot him a quick text to ask how he's feeling before rolling out of bed and heading into the shower. When I get downstairs Mya's sitting at the island, drinking tea and eating breakfast. I pour myself a cuppa and lean against the counter across from her. She looks up at me and smiles, closing her book.

"Hey hot stuff! Nice to see you still have your hair." She teases me.

"Ha ha." I fake laugh, smirking at her.

"How was last night?" Mya asks. I shake my head slightly.

"Well... It was something. Louis was crazy last night."

"Crazy how?"

"He was very drunk, dancing, almost kissed some other guy..."

"Wait what?"

"You bet. I was shocked. And then he yelled at me for ruining his fun when I pulled him off." I told her. Her eyebrows shot up.

"So he kissed another guy?"

"Almost. This guy was like kissing his neck and trying to give him hickeys but I pulled him off and pushed him away. He just walked away luckily. Louis was less than impressed."

"Wow..." She trails off. "I'm shocked."

"I know right. I texted him. I'll run upstairs and get my phone and tell you if he answered back." I tell her before going upstairs and unplugging my phone before heading back down.

Louis: my head hurts like hell. did we all go back to the hotel last night?

I'm shocked at his text. What hotel is he talking about?

Harry: I don't remember talking about going to a hotel. I'm at home.

Louis: oh shit.

"He's at a hotel right now." I tell Mya.

"Is anyone else there too?"

"I didn't here anything about going to a hotel so I honestly don't know what to think." I tell her. She hums quietly.

"This doesn't sound good Harry."

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Louis' P.O.V

My phone buzzing wakes me up and I reach to grab it from the night-stand. I flinch at the brightness of my screen when reading Harry's text. I answer him back, though surprised he actually texted me. My head is pounding as I try to remember what I did last night. Everything is foggy. I guess it was a good bachelor party. I continue texting with Harry when he tells me he doesn't remember the guys talking about going to a hotel and he's at home. Fuck.

I sit up quickly, looking beside me. There's a lump under the blankets and I start to breathe quicker. Shit shit shit. My hand ghosts the top of the blanket and I pull it back. I see a head of dark hair and I drop the blanket, running my hands over my face. Did I...? No I couldn't have.

I quietly slip out of the bed, slightly relieved to find myself with boxers on. I grab my clothes I find beside the bed and search around to find my wallet. I hear some slight rustling and I freeze. It stops and I wait a moment before continuing searching. Just when I find it and pick it up a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Leaving already? We haven't even had breakfast." They say. I turn around slowly and look at them. It's a man about 25 years old, dark hair, green eyes, and slight stubble. 

"I... Uh..." I stammer and he laughs. 

"Calm down buddy, no need to panic."

"We didn't... Nothing uh..." I can't form a sentence, this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Nope. I did, but we didn't." He says. I tilt my head to the side.

"What does that even mean?" I say, finally able to form a proper sentence.

"Well, we didn't have sex. But I did give you a blow-" I cut him off, putting up my hand.

"I get it. You don't need to finish that sentence." I say. I start to slightly panic. What am I gonna tell Eleanor? She's gonna freak. I start to walk to the door when he stops me again.

"Seriously man, stay for a little while. I'll order room service." He says, sitting up. I shake my head.

"You don't understand my circumstances. I'm engaged. My wedding is tomorrow." I tell him, my breathing starting to speed up.

"I won't tell anyone buddy. Have breakfast and you can rush home to your boyfriend." Since he keeps calling me buddy or man I think he doesn't know my name.

"My fiance is a girl." I tell him and he  freezes with the phone to his ear.

"Seriously? After last night I'm a bit surprised you're straight." He says honestly. I take a seat on the edge of the bed. 

"I'm..." I pause. Do I really wanna spill my feelings in front of this random stranger? 

"You're what?" He says.

"Order the food and then I might tell you." 

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