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

Reason #24

Reason #24 I Hate Being Famous: The Demands

Louis' P.O.V

We sit beside each other on the bed, watching TV and eating. It's slightly awkward but I'll take slightly awkward to angry fiance right now. Once I'm done I place my dishes on the desk and look at him. I take a few steps closer to him and retake my perch at the foot of the bed.

"Well?" He asks, still putting food in his mouth. Damn he eats a lot.

"I am gay. I'm getting married to this girl to spare the feelings of the boy I love. I can't let him be scrutinized and be hurt by the people around us. I don't want him be critized; he's sensitive." I spill, feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulders. The guy nods his head.

"I came out of the closet a little while ago. And I'm not gonna lie, it was a little hard. People call you names and look at you weird. Some of my friends stopped hanging out with me, but my true friends stuck by me. I even got new friends when I came out. It's all about when you're ready."

"What about the whole girlfriend, fiance thing?" I ask, deciding to trust this man. I needed Harry to believe I didn't love him so I couldn't say anything to him.

"It sounds like you don't even like this girl and you're really willing to spend the rest of your lives together? You really want to have sex with her and have children with her?" His words hit me deep.

"Well I do like her. I just don't want to be married to her... Should I make her sign a pre-nup?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"If you think you can live with her and not be with the man you love then whatever, your choice. I mean it doesn't matter to me." He shrugs. "But yeah if you're rich and marrying her just to stay in the closet then yes, get a pre-nup. If you suddenly decide to divorce her one day you don't want her to have your money."

"Thanks man. I gotta go. I have a fiance to confess too. Is there anything else that happened last night?" 

"Well we kissed but I thought you would have figured that." I nod my head. "You're a good kisser by the way. She's lucky. And your guy used to be lucky." 

My heart breaks at the thought of Harry and I nod my head slowly, smiling sadly. Remember Louis, this is all for Harry. You need to protect Harry.

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"Eleanor? I'm home!" I call out as I open the door. I did some shopping and ran some errands before coming home to waste a few hours. I needed to think of something to say to Eleanor.

"Louis!?" I hear as she comes around the corner. She sighs loudly, running to me. El envelopes me in a hug and I lightly hug her back.

"Where have you been?" She says, pulling me over to the couch. 

"About that... I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" 

"I woke up this morning in a hotel with someone. We didn't have sex but stuff did happen." I say quickly. She nods slowly, taking in my confession. 

"What sort of stuff?" She says, leaning back to look at me.

"Well we kissed and they gave me a blow-job. At least, that's what they told me." I say.

"Do you not remember this?"

"To be honest, not at all. After 11 o'clock I don't remember anything except for blurry memories like taking shots and dancing. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay Louis. If you don't even remember it happening that means you were so drunk she definitely influenced you to go back to that hotel." When she says 'she' I want to laugh out loud. But I don't; I'll just let her think what she wants.