Larry Stylinson - One Direction fanfic AU
Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have been together since 2010 when they first met at a Script concert. To keep their reputation as members of the biggest boy band on the planet, from being tarnished, and...
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Paul sighed and then sat down on the couch. Turning to Stephanie he said. "Now with all this, we're behind schedule. What's their day look like?"
Stephanie turned on her digital planner and tapped on some keys.
"They have press interviews until eleven, but that has to be delayed now."
Paul waved his hand dismissively. "How many?"
"Twenty-one." She answered.
"Okay, get rid of the trash mags - that should get us up to speed."
Stephanie nodded.
Harry and Louis were still standing. They looked at one another, neither believing that their management was talking about them as if they didn't exist. Harry felt like a product and Louis a puppet.
"Continue," Paul said.
"Their press conference is at noon. Heartland Radio full band appearance and an acoustic number is at 1.30PM. Harry and Liam then have to be at Central City Radio at 2.40PM. There's a meet-and-greet at 3.30PM..."
Louis stared at them both. "You do realise we have a show tonight?"
Paul looked at Louis. "And you need to remember you have a new album to promote."
He turned his attention back to Stephanie and ignored them again. "Okay, have the rest of them meet the cars in thirty minutes, they can do the first round of interviews. We'll give Larry some alone time if that will make them happy again,' he laughed.
Harry's hands curled into fists. "What did you just call us?" He growled.
"Larry," Paul smiled. "Isn't that what they call you both? Larry Stylinson? They ship your names together or do I have the wrong terminology, Jack?" He turned to the male assistant.
"Err - No, Sir, that is correct."
Louis gritted his teeth. "Yes, that's what the fans call us. But they have earned the right to do that."
Harry scowled at Paul. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me time to fuck my boyfriend. But do you mind telling me when we have time for a shower, breakfast, dinner, a shit and fucking rest before we play in front of sixty thousand fans."
Harry starts pacing whilst grabbing and pulling his hair. Louis looks on worryingly.
Suddenly Harry stopped walking. "I wonder how the press would feel about the way you play us. Treating us like puppets and locking us up in hotel rooms. That borders on abuse!"
Paul stood up and turned to Harry. "You wouldn't dare." He challenged. "You're are in over your head, boy!" Paul pointed his finger at Harry's face. "There will be consequences. They will have you in court quicker than you can blink. And will take you for every penny you've earned and more."
