Holding My Breath ~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 22

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As soon as we got back on the road, I checked my emails from Simon, which I hadn't been bothering to read for the last month.

"I apologise for the inconvenience of the situation." "Don't let this interfere with work." "You have a very successful career ahead of you." BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. I finally came across one that interested me.

"If you ever choose to speak to me, I will be coming to your performance on the 20th, before I go back to London. Contact me then and I will come backstage and chat. I can also bring anyone else, including friends, family etc. I truly am sorry, Louis. Simon." My eyes flickered across the words as I devised a plan in my mind. I shouted through the tour bus to Harry and he came strolling down the isle, flopping down on the sofa next to me.

"You need to contact Simon and tell him to bring management to our show on the 20th." I stated.

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just do it." I smiled, logging into twitter. I would have explained, but I was so tired from the show I could barely keep my eyes open. I just wanted to tweet some friends and family before bed.

"Hey, Simon." Harry's voice greeted as he held his phone to his ear. "Fine thanks. Yeah, I uh.." he stumbled, not knowing how to go about it. I flicked open the tab with the email and pointed to it. His eyes darted across and he thought fast. "Louis left his emails open and I saw you would be at the show in a couple of days. Would you mind bringing that guy I shouted at? The one from Modest Management.... yeah... that's the one. Okay. Yeah that's great. Thanks Si. Bye. Bye." he clicked his phone and dropped it into his lap, giving me a confused look. "And I had to do that, why?"

"Ugh." I grunted tiredly. "I'll explain tomorrow." I concluded as I placed my switched off laptop on the side and fell into Harry's lap. "But now, sleep." I smiled and could tell he was slightly annoyed with me resting in his lap. He didn't try to move me though, he never did. He just rested his fingers in my hair and got comfortable underneath me.

"Night Harry." I smiled up, my eyes still closed. He leaned down and kissed my forehead as he whispered "Goodnight Boo."

*

"Louis." Harry groaned sleepily as the light poured in the windows. I'd been awake for a while but enjoyed winding him up. "Seriously my legs have gone numb, let me up."

"Hm.. no." I replied smugly before opening my eyes and connecting them with Harry's green ones. He lowered his face and kissed me lightly before smiling against my lips.

"Tell. Me. Why. I. Had. To. Get. Management. To. Come. To. The. Concert." he said, kissing me every time he paused.

"Well," I smirked as he pulled away from the last kiss. "I thought that would be the perfect time for you to convince them about Narry and all that shit.." I shrugged, still tired.

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that." he nodded before pushing me off his lap.

"Oww!" I yelped as I landed on my back.

"Sorry, but you've been laying on me for 8 hours, it was starting to ache." he laughed before going into the restroom. We were parked in the arena car park and it was almost time for us to go into the arena.

"Wakey wakey!" I leaped on Niall, causing him to sit bolt up right with wide eyes.

"Jesus, Louis." he rubbed his forehead and flopped back down with tired eyes.

"Sorry.. come on we have to get ready." I stood back up from his bed and slapped Zayn on the forehead. "You too, sleeping beauty."

**

I pressed my ear to the door nervously as Harry spoke with management on the other side. I thought this plan was 100% fool proof, but I was more nervous than ever. It was no use. All I could hear were muffled voices.

"Damn it." I muttered as I forced myself away from the brown wooden door. I rested back up against the wall and thought about everything. Everything was fine now. Finally. And if this worked, me and Harry could be together. If not, then we just carry on hiding. I guess that part isn't perfect, but it beats having him hate me. I was hot and tired from the show but didn't even think about it as a million other thoughts raced through my mind. Suddenly the door swung open and I snapped my eyes up. Harry was standing with his hand on the silver door handle, looking me dead in the eyes. His smile was wide and bright as he stared at me, causing me to smile. I raised my eyebrows and he nodded, running towards me and scooping me up into a tight hug.

"They said yes! They said yes.." he laughed happily. I pressed my face into his neck with a smile as he forced us both to jump around.

"Thank God." I replied, not bothering to look up at Simon. I could feel him shaking against me as he laughed into my shoulders, jumping as he did so. I raised my eyes to Simon who was staring at us with a smile.  The small man from the meeting that started this whole thing, came stumbling out of the door. If looks could kill, I would be needing a funeral. He shot daggers my way as he tore off his "Modest Management" badge. Simon rolled his eyes at him and I gave him a confused look, Harry still clinging to me. Simon simply pointed to the small angry man and said. "Fired."

I laughed and pulled away from Harry, who looked like he could explode with happiness.

"We finally got them to say yes." he beamed, still sweaty from the show with his curls sticking to his face. "Thanks again." he turned to Simon before dragging me away down the hallway. 

"Where are the others?" I asked as he pulled me into the dark empty dressing room.

"Tour bus." he smiled, kissing my jaw line. His hands rolled down my back and I threw my head back. I knew where this was going and I wasn't in a rush to stop it.