Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Seven-Oh Flack

Three days go by, and I don't remember anything more. Louis seems the most upset, but Liam keeps saying it's because we were so close.

Today is the interview.

"Alright," Zayn is pacing. "Liam, he has not seen the girls yet. What if he passes out? They all know about the interview?"

"Calm down, Zayn. It'll be fine." I try to reassure him.

"I'm hungry!"

"Niall, we'll eat when we get there! We have to get going now. Louis! Let's go!" Liam shouts.

"Yup." Louis comes down the hall with a smile that looks forced. "Let's go. Oh, and Harry, I found this in the couch cushions by the way." Louis says, handing me a wallet.

"Oh, thanks." I say, guessing it's mine.

We all head out to the van waiting for us, and when we get in, I slip the wallet into my pocket.

"No signing anything today, boys." Paul says with a pointed glance at Liam. "Or pictures or anything. You can say hi, but that's all."

"Right." Louis says, sitting on the other side of Niall, who I made sure sat between us. I feel.. I don't know, weird, when I'm too close to Louis.

As we near the studio that the talk show is being held at, I can hear screaming.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Directioners." Zayn smiles, fixing his reflection in his phone. I roll my eyes at him, smiling.

As we near, the screaming only gets louder. Soon, we're right in front of the studio, and I see why the lads had been so nervous.

There are literally at least a hundred girls, if not more.

"Huh," Zayn sighs, his eyebrows up. "Not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Not as bad?" I ask, gasping for air. "There's so many of them! I don't know.. I mean..." I start having a panic attack.

"Harry! Harry!" Louis is shouting, but it sounds a bit muffled over the ringing in my ears. Suddenly, I feel a pressure on my hand, and the world all comes back into focus as Louis shouts "HAZ!"

"Huh?!" I gasp, seeing his hand squeezing my own. I want to rip my hand away, thinking I shouldn't feel this way holding a guy's hand, but I fear that if I do, I might black out.

"Alright, boys." Paul says, opening the door. Niall slides under Lou and I's hands, then Zayn goes.

"Ready, Curly?" Louis asks, and I nod before he pulls me out.

I'm deafened right off by there piercing screams, and none of them seem to care that Louis and I are holding hands as he pulls me past them, though I think I may have heard a few scream something about "Larry"? Who's Larry?

"See? That wasn't so bad?" Louis smiles, faintly panting, as we get through the doors. Liam appears right after us.

"C'mon." He says, and I follow him and Louis down the hall, subtly slipping my hand from Louis' although I miss the feeling right away.

"Um... Is there a room where I can be alone for a minute?" I ask.

"Right here." Liam says, as we pass a room that says STYLES on the door.

"Oh, alright."

"We'll come and get you in fifteen minutes, since we're on in an hour." He says before him and Louis continue down the hall. I open the door, and I think I see Louis look back briefly.