Eccedentesiast || Larry

3. Despondent

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Harry is shocked. He is completely and utterly shocked. He can't really move and he hasn't said anything yet—neither has Louis—and Harry doesn't even know what to say to someone as famous as Louis. Does he ask for his autograph? Does he shake his hand and tell him 'Hello, mate. Nice to meet you'?

He just doesn't know. So he says the first thing that pops into his mind, "Can I give you a blow job?"

Ah, yes. One of the best pick-up lines Harry has ever thought of. Now, though, he kind of hopes Louis declines his offer, because Harry is a virgin at only sixteen and has never blown anybody, and he definitely doesn't want to disappoint Louis with his lack of skills. And, okay, maybe it would be a bit weird because Louis is twenty-one and there is an five year difference between them, but, oh well.

And Louis laughs. It's a beautiful sound, really, and he looks beautiful, too. His eyes crinkle at the sides and his head goes back. He brings his hand up to his mouth to cover the loud noise that escapes it, but Harry wishes he didn't do that, because now the sound is muffled and he can't hear his laughter anymore.

Harry's face is now full of embarrassment, because here is Louis Tomlinson, laughing at him. Not with him, but at him. "It's a bit too early for blow jobs, don't you think?"

"I don't know, I guess. It's, like, 11:00 PM though." Harry shrugs, still embarrassed and quite shy.

"No, I mean- nevermind. I'm Louis, and you are?" Louis sticks out his hand for Harry to shake, and Harry gladly accepts the offer.

"Harry. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Harry replies, all giddy and smiley.

Louis just nods in understanding, as if he knows Harry is a huge fan by his body language.

"Can I have a picture?" Harry asks.

"Sure." Louis says, and Harry pulls out his phone and opens the camera. He can't wait to show Gemma the picture and rub it in her face.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, but I have to get back out there and answer some questions. See you later, Harry." With that, Louis was briskly walking through the doorway and out of Harry's sight.

He released a breath he didn't know he had been holding in while he stood there and tried to recollect his thoughts. Harry just asked Louis freaking Tomlinson if he could give him a blow job, had a very small conversation with him, and then proceeded to get a picture with him. Holy fucking shit.

Harry finally leaves the bathroom, bladder still full, but not before he sets the latest picture on his phone as his lockscreen. When he rejoins Gemma and sits down next to her, he discretely presses the home button on his phone so his lock screen is displayed. It takes a few moments for Gemma to notice, but when she does, Harry can't help but smile.

"What is that?" Gemma asks, pointing at his phone.

"Oh, this?" Harry asks, face smug, "I met Louis in the bathroom and I got a picture with him." Harry shrugs like it's no big deal. He leaves out the fact that he asked to blow Louis. His sister doesn't need to know that.

"That's awesome!" Gemma says loudly, giving Harry a high five as a sort of congratulation.

He's still shaking from the shock that occurred after meeting his idol. He wasn't really expecting to even come near Louis, let alone bump right into him.

Soon, the Q&A begins. Harry can't help but stare at Louis the whole time, and he even catches Louis glancing at him every so often.

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The day after the premiere, Liam comes over, because it's Saturday and neither of them have anything to do. He shows Liam the beautiful picture he got when he ran into the beautiful man, and Liam tries to show excitement, but deep down, he really doesn't give a shit.

But Harry doesn't care that Liam feels that way.

Harry hasn't felt this happy in a long time. Harry is genuinely a happy person, is the thing, but something about yesterday's events just has him so so happy he can hardly contain it. He doesn't exactly try to contain it, either.

The whole day is spent watching movies and playing brain washing video games and eating junk food and drinking soda. Their silence is broken when Harry's mom knocks on his door, baring pizza rolls. That really is the only time they take a break from staring at the television screen, other than when they absolutely need to get up and use the toilet.

It isn't until later, when they're laying on blankets on Harry's floor and are on the verge of falling asleep, that he thinks about what Louis thought about him. About whether or not Harry was good looking, or whether or not he was annoying since he was so straightforward.

And, yeah, maybe it bothers him that he'll never see Louis again and will never know exactly what he thought about Harry, but he can probably live with that, because he has a picture and that's really all he's ever wanted.

(A/N: I have a small announcement to make. Unfortunately, Kelsey will not be co writing this with me. She just has a lot on her plate right now. Anyways. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This fic will definitely contain Larry moments that actually happened, like "Hi" and "Oops!" and other things like that. (Hi and Oops aren't things we know for a fact they said, but they met in the bathroom and they have it tattooed on their bodies, so there).

I already forgot when the last time I updated was, but I'm updating now because I can and I can't stop writing for this.

-T)