Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Twelve

Heres chapter twelve, all :) Thanks so much if you're following this fan fic! I'd likea few more comments though before I continue.... cause idk if anyone even likes it! So say five more comments and make it seven for chapter thirteen :) ANYWAYYY ENJOY THIS

PS: (disclaimer) i don't live in london, or anywhere near london, quite frankly i LIVE IN CANADA so idk the street names or whatever all those specifics, in fact the street name I chose for this chapter is actually a word for a small fried cake of meat: a small fried cake of minced seasoned meat or poultry, coated with breadcrumbs. And yes, that is a direct difinition from my word document's dictionary bc I just used a random streetname then looked it up to see if it was actually a word. NOW ON WITH THE STORY SORRY ABOUT THIS

-britt:)) xx

Chapter Twelve

Harry’s POV

"I haven't called my mum, or my sisters, or anyone yet, they're all going to hate me...Who the fuck doesn't tell their family that they're engaged? My mum will be so crushed... Oh my god, Harry, I can't do this. People are going to hate me for lying the first time," Louis stood in front of the door to the radio station's studio. His forehead was creased with worry and his hands shook violently. That was the most I'd heard him talk in what seemed like forever.

"Stop worrying, Louis," I took hold of his hands, steadying them, "I'm going to be right out here, okay? Just think, it'll be over as fast as it starts," 

Today was the day that Louis was to announce that his and Eleanor's break up was a faux, and that they were, indeed, engaged. Louis hadn't slept since Simon told him about this interview three days before. I had caught him out of the bed in his room that we'd been sharing and walking around the flat. I'd get up and bring him back to the room. He'd be crying, saying that he was trapped, screaming to be set free. He would repeat that it was never going to end.

But on a positive note, he was quite talkative as we stood outside that door, waiting for his cue to enter the recording booth. Of course, he mostly rambled on about everything that could have possibly gone wrong. I'd have to repeatedly remind him to breathe steadily, to not  get too worked up. The only thing that calmed him down were the soft kisses I kept pressing on the top of his head. With each one, he'd stare far into my eyes, stopping in the middle of whatever sentence he was in. Watching his state broke my heart. He didn't deserve to be thrown around like that. It wasn't right.

"Okay..." he took a deep breath, grabbing onto my shoulders and pressing his face into the warmth of my neck.

"Louis, you can come get comfortable in your seat, we're on the air in five," the host, Luke, said as he stuck his head out of the door. Louis nodded to him as his head disappeared back into the room.

"I'm just through this wall," I reminded him, pulling him into a last hug before he entered the room and went out of my sight. 

Across from the door, I slid down the wall, taking a seat on the floor. I opened the Radio 1 app on my phone and stuck in my earphones, getting ready to listen to Louis' interview. I was almost as nervous as he was, though I didn't dare show it. If Louis knew I was scared he would have been torn apart, been more scared than he already was. I couldn’t do that to him, so I had to keep a poker face.