Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Eighteen

This chapter took me a while to write, cause I was a bit unsure about how it would play out.... so I'm sorry for the wait!!!:) 

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i added this to a couple other chapters, but here's what Ty looks like. ( on the side, too)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wm0f9ZV-p60&feature=relmfu

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Chapter Eighteen

Harry’s POV

"Harry, thank you for joining us. Take a seat, please," Simon motioned to a seat around the large, round table. I was almost scared of the table in itself. I mean, a lot of shit had gone down around it in the past. The people who sat there weren't a walk in the park, either, though. They could make your life a living hell with such ease that you end up wondering if any of them actually have any real human emotions at all, or if they're all just zombies.

I stood in the door way, scanning the room. There were nine people, including Simon but not including me. They all sat in front of their proper clipboards with coffee cups to their rights and all had Blackberries clutched tightly in their hands. They all looked formal, as if this was any occaision to look nice. But I mean, if they wanted to dress up for me, so be it. I wasn't complaining. 

I looked down to my black Ramones shirt. I compared it to their work suits. Maybe that was the only difference between us; I wore whatever hung loosely off of my thin frame, and they wore whatever made them feel superior and  professional.

I doubted that was the ONLY difference, give or take a few hundred opinions or brain cells. 

I stepped into the room, taking a seat where Simon had directed me to do so. I made a point to sit up as straight as possible in the chair. I may not have liked any of them in the slightest way, but if they couldn't take me seriously, that was just another factor they could use against me. And I couldn't take any more risks than I already had with my outfit choice.

My knees shook under the table and I was almost worried that the people of the Board could maybe feel the vibrations travelling through the floor. I couldn't help it, though. I was nervous. My hands were damp, too. I had to wipe them off on my jeans every few seconds. My hand glands were just relentless. 

"We are going to try to discuss this... Matter... As candidly as possible. Understand, Harry?" Simon was staring straight ahead to me. He was right across from my seat at the table. Perfectly thought out seating arrangements.

I nodded, biting the inside of my lip.

"I believe if you listen close enough to what we say to you today, you could even possibly work that fact to your advantage."

I raised an eyebrow, not following.

"However, given your past with Mr. Tomlinso-"

"His name's Louis. Just...call him Louis..." I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. Simon stayed silent for a moment.

"Given your past with... Louis... and the severity of this case, I must warn you that by keeping the situation free from bias, the concequences are possibly more than you bargained for when you had a little too much fun on the dancefloor."