Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Seven

Hello :) Britt here, here's good ol chapter seven for yasss... 

its really awkward this chapter idek like its soo choppy

im rly sorry for that

oh well

you get what you get........i try

love you all:) -Britt

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Chapter Seven

Harry’s POV

I knew that the minute Louis left our flat with Eleanor  that the paps would be all over them. I knew that I would have to watch it on T.V. that night, no matter how many times I had tried to convince myself to use my time otherwise. I knew that they would be holding hands and pretending to be excited to go on the holiday of  their dreams, and I knew that twitter would be exploding with Louis and Eleanor’s vacation updates.

What I didn’t know, however, was how painful it would be to watch. Louis looked as if he was indisputably in love with Eleanor. That only six hours later, I would have my heart re-ripped open by what I would watch. They walked side by side with his arm around her waist and they were closer than I had ever seen them walk before. True, Louis was supposed to play it up for the paparazzi. But wasn’t just holding hands good enough? People of the media didn’t need too much convincing if they were looking for a decent headline. Holding hands would have been good enough. But they were so close, and though they had already arrived at their luxurious destination, they were getting farther and father away from me by the minute. 

Furious, I switched off the television and threw the remote rather harshly onto the couch next to me. Three weeks. I had to be alone in this flat for three weeks without Louis while he went on holiday with his “girlfriend,”. I hated the way that I could hear an echo every time that I placed something down too hard, or even when I flicked a light on or off. I wasn’t prepared to be alone for so long. I was a big boy, yes. But I hadn’t been away from Louis for more than a week since we’d met. It was going to be weird. 

I switched the television back on, angry at how bored I was becoming, yet not actually wanting to watch Louis prance about with Eleanor around his arm. Louis’ face was on a close up and a mic was stuck in his face. His facial features were perfectly prominent on the screen and I felt my eyes dance along them.

“Yea, I can definitely see myself settling down with Eleanor, she’s an amazing woman and maybe even the love of my life,” he spoke into a mic. Eleanor was inches away from him, smiling like an idiot. A god damn idiot.

What the hell, Louis? He hadn’t told me anything about having to say any of that. Was that just what came to mind when he thought of Eleanor? It would have been just as simple to say that Eleanor is a great girl and that they are happy together. Why would he go into such detail? Surely it was rehearsed.. Right?

“Louis! Some of your fans still believe that you and your band mate, Harry, have romantic connections. Can you clarify for us?” interviewers were screaming at him from every which way. That was all I was, apparently. A band mate of Louis’.