At Last. (a Larry Stylinson story)

twelve

Harry was back from LA and it was time for Louis' moment. To tell management and to face probably the hardest few months of his life. He had to try and survive just under three months without breaking and kissing Harry onstage. The fans wouldn't notice any change, as they 'didn't know' Louis was in a relationship with Harry but management would have to be lied to.

Louis waited in the lift of the large, glass building as it climbed up to the top floor. Louis had to lie to the top people in the managing company. He just hoped to god that this would turn out fine.

The lift stopped, opened its doors and awaited Louis' exit. He contemplated going back down, forgetting his plan with Harry and running away but he knew that simply could not happen. He and the younger boy had discussed this whole thing, with numerous "sorry" 's from Louis and many "I'll be fine" 's from Harry. The two had agreed that they will both love each other no matter what. It wasn't losing Harry that Louis was scared of. It was management.

How could he convince them that he had all of a sudden turned straight in a matter of days? Louis ran his fingers through his hair, stopped worrying and walked out of the lift towards the ominous black doors. He braced himself, opened the door with a 'click' and cleared his throat.

"Ah Louis come in come in!" one of the men at the big desk exclaimed, motioning his hand for Louis to sit down. Louis recognised this man, he had had many meetings with him before.

"Now, I hear you have something you wish to discuss with us yes?"

Louis nodded.

"So...?"

"Well, I thought about it really hard and I've been talking with Eleanor for a while now and I think she's beginning to grow on me. I mean, before she was just annoying but, now she means more to me. Not just as a friend but... I think I may, love her."

Louis stared down and twiddled his thumbs. He had tried to use his most convincing voice, he really did but he actually disgusted himself with what he was saying. How could someone just, leave someone completely infatuated with them? The whole situation was bullshit but the execs seemed to buy it.

One of the women at the desk swooned. "Oh Louis that's so sweet! But, what about Harry?"

Gulp.

"Well, we've been discussing it for a while now and I mean, before he was upset but I think he should be fine now. We have been discussing it for a good week and have agreed to stay best friends and uh- yeah."

Louis nervously raised his arm to scratch his neck at this and the head of management didn't seem convinced.

"What about the wedding?" The man said in a flat one.

Okay, Louis time to be serious. You have to be really convincing now.

"Well Eleanor and I just don't think we're ready for that yet. I mean I've just really started noticing my love for her you know, the sparks and such. It all started with the most recent date we went on and I'm just starting to genuinely like her and I don't think a wedding would be applicable to our situation." Louis used his most serious tone, acting in the best way he could.

"Well, Louis we'll discuss it and uh- congrats!" The cheery man who first talked to him spoke. Louis muttered a 'thank you' and walked out of the black doors.

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Toilet, now were Louis' only thoughts. Tears already brimmed in his eyes which were certain to be red by now. Louis stepped into the lift and frantically pressed a random button. He just hoped there would be a toilet on this floor and that he wouldn't meet anyone in the lift.

Louis shrunk to the carpeted floor of the lift and began to rock. Questions brimmed in his mind just as the tears brimmed in his mind. 'What if management didn't believe him?' 'What if Harry fell out of love with him?' The lift stopped with a ding and Louis scrambled to his feet. He ran from the lift doors to find what he was looking for. This floor were blocks of offices, there was bound to be a toilet somewhere.

Then, he saw it. The illuminated sign that displayed the male and female cartoons. Louis sighed in relief and literally ran into the male toilets. He prayed that no one was in here, opened a cubicle, sat on top of the toilet seat with his knees pressed up to his face, and sobbed.

He just cried and cried and could not stop. The tears seemed to flow endlessly and thoughts of Harry ran through his mind as the sobs wrecked through his body.

(a/n: fUCK THAT WAS HARD TO WRITE MAN)