fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

epilogue and apology

Hello. It's been a while. I know there is nothing I can say or do that would help clear up my absence on this site but I just want you all to know that this was my first real writing experience and I will cherish it forever. That being said, I logged on here to delete all my stories until I saw that even now, years later, I am still getting notifications for something I haven't touched in so long. I'm sorry for not staying and finishing all these stories and I thank all of you for reading them. I hope this epilogue will help ease some of you. This was not how I intended to end this story but I feel like you all deserve some type of closure. I'm not even sure if anyone truly cares about this story anymore but I'll give it a shot. So, without further ado, let's end this journey through Harry's eyes, one last time.

ALICE XX

The spotlights shone on Harry, blinding him momentarily. The cacophony of cheers fell to deaf ears as he smiled robotically and made his way to the pristine couch on the elevated podium. He barely noticed the audience, barely noticed the talk show host as he welcomed him, barely noticed anything for that matter, hearing only his own labored breath and feeling the sweat run down the nape of his neck.

This was it.

One way or another this was it. He had been dodging questions left and right for what felt like years but today he was ready to come clean. To be honest, he has been dodging questions for years. Not just about Louis but about himself and his identity. He has kept a facade long before he's ever rose to fame and now he knows it's time to end the charade. To hell with management and to hell with the consequences.

He continued to smile and wave, not really seeing anything in front of him, completely missing the first question from the interviewer. The world seemed to snap back into focus at that moment and he blinked glancing back at Graham Norton.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Graham raised an eyebrow and chuckled before saying, "Oh, it seems our guest is a bit preoccupied today!"

A rumble of laughs echoed in the audience.

Harry tugged at the end of his shirt nervously, slipping on a calm smile.

"Sorry, it's been a long day."

"Yes, must be terribly dreadful, lounging around as someone feeds you grapes by hand. Forgive me," Graham snickers and the audience chuckles along.

Harry forces a laugh which seems to placate Graham, at least for the moment. They launch into mundane topics such as his music and tour dates and at one point, an embarrassing photo of him during his X-Factor time in which Norton spends a good five minutes making lewd jokes.

Harry plays along, keeping a calm facade while an uneasy storm is roiling inside him every time Graham pauses to ask a question. His hands are clammy and he can't stop fidgeting. Every pause from Graham feels as if the air is being sucked right out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for some sort of foothold to reality.

"So, let's get to the topic I know many teenage girls around the world are dying to hear about." The audience cheers and Harry gives a wane smile.

This is it.

Every single moment has led to this. Every single fight with Richard, every single teary apology with Lou, every single staged kiss and relationship have all culminated to this exact moment.

"What do you want to know Graham?" Harry says, leaning back on the couch, hoping no one can hear the slight tremor in his voice. He knows his hands are shaking so he pushes them between his knees.

"Well, first of all, why don't we talk about the rumors, shall we?" A lump rises in Harry's throat.

"Rumors?" He finally manages.