So this is my Larry fanfic, and it's going to be going along with the song Ready To Run. I hope you enjoy this!
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Louis's POV
"But what if we dont want to hide you fucker!?" I screamed. Richard Griffiths, the head of Modest!, stared me down with that same incompitent glare.
"Mr. Tomlinson, we've discussed this many times." he droned yet again. "You and Mr. Styles-"
"Harry and I have been hiding for almost four fucking years, what if we dont want to hide anymore?" I interrupted. "And we're both Tomlinson, you fucking shit head. Or are you not even letting us be this close behind closed doors either?"
"Lou, please calm down..." Harry grabbed my arm softly. I turned my head to look at my love, my light, my love. His now shoulder length hair was free from the normal bandana he usually wore. It framed his face in an angelic way. I smiled softly at him, before returning my angry gaze to Richard.
"We're done. See you in a month, jack-ass." I snarled at him, before grasping Harry's hand. We stood and walked out the door from the office. The two of us walked down the hallway, the anchor and rope tattoos matching up.
"Wait, I need to use the loo." Harry murmured. I nodded at him, and we took a left down the next hall. I opened the door for my sweet prince, causing him to giggle. "You're so cheesy, Lou." he went through the door and stood in front of the mirror. He took a hair-tie out of his front pocket and started to sting his hair together.
"You're so silly." I smiled at him. Harry chuckled at me as he watched his reflection carefully. As he stood before me, I took in the perfect boy before me. His brown curls were wound around his long slender fingers. His emerald eyes stared in concentration, his teeth biting at his bubblegum pink lips. He wore a long-sleeve black shirt, his usual black skinny jeans, and those damn brown boots that he's had for years. As I stared at my husband, I couldn't help but think of all we've gone through. We've had meeting just like those for almost four years now, all ending with me storming out.
Since those days back at boot-camp, we have fought to be with each other. Almost four years of having to have fake relationships with people we didn't know or care about. Everyday was a battle, and we always seemed to lose.
"Hey Lou, have you started writing yet?" Harry's deep melodic voice broke me from my thoughts. i blinked and shook my head.
"Um, not yet. You?" I leaned against the wall behind me.
"Nothing yet. Can't think of anything good." he grumbled, finally finished with his hair.
"Everything you write is amazing, Haz." I said fondly. "The fans love everything you write, and we love everything you write. The words you sing make tears come to even Richards eyes, proving that even Satan himself loves your songs." Harry giggled again, reminding me of a small child when he did so.
"You're such a dork." he walked over to me. My love, who is younger than me, towered over me with a cheeky smile. "You're also quite short, but in a cute way. Like a teddy. Is that why you're called Boobear?" Harry rambled. I laughed and pecked him on the lips. that peck turned into a long kiss, and that long kiss into a full makeout session. How's that for a fuck you for ya Richard? I thought to myself. Harry and I continued our snog until we heard a gruff cough behind us. I turned my head slowly to face my annoyance.
"Richard, did the gay summon you? Because I did hear that satan appears when a couple is happy together just to fuck it up." I remarked snarkily. Richard grimaced before walking back out the door.
"That was rude Lou." Harry whispered with a slight laugh. I turned to look at him, and took in his bruised lips and happy smile. "Not to mention, I don't think I can go out there. I have a hard on the size of the Empire State Building."
I mocked a suprized face. "Because of Rich? I feel betrayed." Harry rolled his eyes before dragging me into the nearest stall. I love Harry.
SO THIS IS THE BEGINNING, THINGS WILL BECOME MORE CLEAR SOON, SORRY. ENJOY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, TWO VOTES AND A COMMENT WILL EARN AN UPDATE.
