The Beach House ~ A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction (Completed)

C h a p t e r O n e

Chapter One

10 years ago...

Tuesday, May 15th, 2012

8:43 a.m.

"Alright, five minute break." The staff representative breathed, finally pressing a halt on the music. Harry should have remembered her name. She had repeated it already about five times, all in which he hadn't been listening. He was more concerned about something else. "Maybe when you all come back, there will be more excitement to finish these songs. You have two days boys until the resume of the tour. We need to make sure everything sounds first-rate if we want to sell out....."

Her words meant nothing to Harry. The woman was a right bitch anyway. For the past three hours, all she'd done was rant and holler. She was bossy, nonetheless impatient. It was a wonder how she was still in the business. But today she was in charge and Harry had to listen to her. Sure, she was fit, but her attitude was making her physical looks run dry. Nothing she'd said since they'd gotten here had struck any importance to him whatsoever. The more she spoke, the more knackered he really felt. He couldn't remember ever feeling this exhausted. Not to mention the fact that his neck had a blasted crick in it from resting his head on the arm of a chair. Now every time he tried turning it to the right, a sharp, thick pain struck from that area, forcing him to either look straight or look to the left, which wasn't quite beneficial. They all looked and sounded drained. It was too much of a struggle to sing right now. Harry loved singing, but on days like this, he couldn't help but want to do anything but. He knew the lads felt the same too. They were all practically wearing the same fatigued and irritated expression. Liam even looked to be slipping from his cordiality. The small smile that had been forced there only three hours prior was now struggling to stay planted. Harry doubted that Liam even knew that instead of smiling, he was grimacing. A small grin formed on Harry's lips at this realization. Yet, still he didn't say a word.

They all looked about as annoyed as anyone, except for Niall who kept switching his impassive gaze between the associate and the platter of donuts. There were times Harry really did have to wonder where all of that food disappeared to. Louis liked to joke that it was his "Irish blood". Between the constant leaps he did on stage and the excessive amounts of food, his stomach had to keep up, Louis had said. But still, Harry couldn't help but wonder sometimes, with as much as Niall ate, how it never seemed to affect his physicality. Irish blood or not, something like that was impossible.

Smirking, Harry's eyes traveled over the rest of the boys and his smile only grew with his gaze traveling past Liam, then Zayn. If he hadn't felt so hoarse, Harry would have laughed. Pulling his gaze away from Zayn, Harry's eyes traveled past Niall onto Louis, and suddenly the reason for all his concern was brought back.

It was no secret that the associate had paused their efforts because of him. She hadn't even tried to be discreet, sending small annoyed glances at him and constantly repeating 'If you could just add a bit more enthusiasm into your words, Louis" which in code words obviously meant "You're making the song sound horrid". If he could have, Harry would have spoken out. He knew what she was trying to say and no, she had no right to speak in such a way towards Louis. But what could he do? They had to be respectful, even in the face of disrespect.