Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Prologue Part 2

Hey everyone! :) well this is like litterally two seconds after I posted the other prologue, BUT here it is anyway haha I hope you like:)

-Britt

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Prologue 

Part 2

 (week 3 of X Factor Live Shows)

“Han, I’m so sorry. I just really have to focus on my career right now. You understand, don’t you?” I lied through my phone, trying to keep my voice down so I wouldn’t wake Harry, who was sleeping on the bunk above me. 

I was disgusting, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she hated me from that point on. I didn’t have to “focus of my career,”. Heck, I didn’t even have a bloody career yet. But what was I supposed to tell her? I couldn’t possibly tell my girlfriend of a year and a half the truth as to why I was ending our relationship so suddenly. That I had met somebody else. Somebody that, in the two months that I’d known them, had made me fall in love with them, who I had grown to be best mates with, and who happened to be a boy named Harry Styles. Hannah deserved the truth, but I was a coward and I couldn’t give it to her. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. I didn’t enter the X Factor expecting to fall in love with anyone other than Hannah, especially another boy. I liked girls, that was just the way it had been up until that point. I was confused, to say the least, but something about the way I felt around Harry stopped me from caring about the mess going on in my head. His smile would relax me, assure me. He didn’t even have to say any words. 

I sat there, breathing softly into the phone, but all that was going through my mind was what had happened the night before, what had gone down exactly where I was sitting right then, twenty four hours in advance.

**One day earlier**

I sat on my bed, typing a “goodnight” text message to Hannah. My thumb had almost pressed the send button when Harry came through the door, making me stop. I looked up at him, smiling wide to match the grin that was spread across his face. 

Harry was only in his boxers. His hair was wet from his shower and he was running his hands through it as an attempt to tame his dark curls. He shook is head, spraying water around our room. A drop landed on the screen of my phone, morphing the letters of the text I was yet to send. 

“Haazzz,” I groaned, wiping the screen clean with my shirt. But Harry just chuckled. 

“Oups!” He laughed, sitting on the bed beside me.

I stared at him, amazed by every feature of his perfect face. I had only known Harry for two months, and yet I couldn’t picture my life, or myself, without him. It was strange how quickly we bonded, how fast we connected, how easily I fell for him.