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

Reason #25

Reason #25 I Hate Being Famous: The Pressure

Harry's P.O.V

It's Louis' wedding day.

The same phrase ran over and over in my mind. When this day would come I thought I'd be the one walking down the aisle towards him. As I lay in my bed I debate on whether or not I actually want to go. It'd be awful for me not too. I mean, I am his "best friend". But I can't stand watching him marry the girl he said he hated. They're probably going to have kids and the band will break apart and we'll stop talking. Though I guess we don't really talk now as it is.

"Mya!" I yell out. She comes into my room, her dress half on. If I wasn't gay this would be one of the best sights ever but this shit doesn't faze me anymore.

"Hey can you zip me up?" She asks. I pull myself up from the bed and walk over to her. She turns around lifts her hair up.

"I thought you'd be at the hotel with Eleanor to help her get ready. You are a bridesmaid are you not?" I ask as I zip up the peach coloured dress. It's strapless and ends halfway down her thigh. It's very plain but on Mya it looks great.

"I told her I'd meet her at the hotel in about," She glances at my clock. "Half an hour. I need to grab my heels and some lipstick plus a white tote bag." She's just about to leave when she turns back around. "Oh and Harry?"

"What?"

"Yes. You're going to the wedding."

"How did you know what I was gonna ask you about?" I ask, my mouth open wide.

"Oh Harry... You're too preditable. But that's okay. Makes you easier to please." She smiles sweetly and I laugh. She gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you later Harry! You are coming to the wedding. Don't be a pansy. Maybe you'll meet a lucky guy there." She winks at me before leaving the room. I flop on to my bed, letting out a groan. Beside my head my phone goes off.

Mya: The suit is in your closet inside the garment bag along with a tie and shirt. Get dressed and be at the church for noon. The service starts at 1:00. Please do your hair.

Harry: Yes mom.

I get up and open my closet, finding the said garment bag. How the hell did she put that in there and I didn't even notice it? I lay it on my bed and unzip it, finding all the articles of clothing Mya said would be in there. I pull on the dress pants and button up my shirt. I do up the tie (thank god my mom taught me how) and went into the bathroom. I put on some cologne and fix up my hair. I check the clock. It's only 11 o'clock so I head downstairs to grab a little something to eat. I pick up the remote for my doc station and turn it on. The iPod connected to it is constantly on shuffle. Suddenly my own song comes on and I want to cry at the lyrics. I've just recently written it in the past few months. I mouth along to the words when the phone rings.

"Yeah?" I say, sniffling slightly.

"Harry hey- What's wrong?" Liam says.

"Oh nothing." I promise him.

"You're listening to 'Don't Let Me Go' aren't you?"Liam says condescendingly.

"I just turned on my music and it was the first song on. It wasn't my fault this time!" I say to him. He laughs.

"Anyways, you are coming to the wedding right?"

"Mya says I have to come."

"Well it's a good thing someone is there to keep you in line."

"I don't need someone to look after me Liam." I groan.

"Well whatever. I'm coming, I swear. I'm even wearing the suit right now." I tell him. "See you soon Liam." I hang up.

I quickly turn to the next song on my playlist. I grab some food and eat it before heading back into the bathroom and brushing my teeth. Noticing it's 11:30 I grab my wallet, phone, and keys. I go outside and get into my car, driving to the church. Well Louis, here I come.

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Louis' P.O.V

It's my wedding day.

The boys and my family are fussing around me but all I can think of is Harry. I don't know what to do. Well actually I do but I don't think I want too. The wedding is in an hour.

"Louis?" I shake my head and blink at the sound of my name. I look at the person behind me through the mirror facing me.

"Yes Liam?"

"Are you okay? You look a little... Queasy." He says timidly. I shake my head and produce a smile.

"No. Just a little nervous." But my own words don't sound truthful to me. He nods quickly, turning and leaving me with my haunting thoughts.

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"Ready?" My mum asks. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah." I say as I exhale. I wring my hands as I stand up. My mom takes me downstairs and I walk down the aisle. I look at the doors, waiting for the wedding march to start and Eleanor to walk through the doors.

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Harry's P.O.V

Liam, Zayn, and Niall meet me at the front door of the church.

"Shouldn't you guys be inside?" I ask.

"How could we not help you get your love back?" Niall asks with a smile. I tilt my head at them, a smile playing on my lips.

"So you guys are gonna go through my plan?" I ask, getting excited.

"Well, dear Harry, we've always been ready to help. You're the one who decided to call it off." Zayn says.

"I just don't wanna stop him from being happy. What if this is what he really wants?" I gesture towards the church, hearing the wedding march as it starts to play.

"Trust me Harry, We've been with him these past few months and he doesn't seem happy. We would've stopped trying to help you a long time ago if we thought this wasn't right. Harry," Liam steps forwards and grabs my hands. "We're gonna get you your man back."

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