Larry Stylinson Imagines

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This story has got a lot more attention than when I last logged on, and I'm really happy right now. 81 still might not seem like a lot, but it's more than 10, and it really means a lot to me. I love every single one of you that read my stuff, it means a lot to me.

Yesterday was Fizzy's 20th birthday. Prayers for the Tomlinson fam today<3
I'm hitting copy:paste for this story bcuz I hit a block and have no idea what to do🙃so a bit of context? This is from when Louis was flirting with the interviewer in Australia.

Louis knew he'd screwed up the moment he started flirting with the interviewer. Management was giving him odd looks throughout the duration of the interview, and he knew about the cameras. He caught himself and stopped eventually, but the interviewer, Nick, was still throwing him looks. And not mean ones. Or nice ones, for that matter. Ones that made Louis seriously uncomfortable. But, he sat back in his seat and answered the rest of the questions with ease. Zayn watched him out of the corner of his eye and punched him in the shoulder when the interview concluded.
"What?" Louis said, defensive.
"Seriously? I think you can answer that question for yourself, Louis." Liam and Zayn stood up quickly, but Louis sat still on the couch. Management was wrapping up in the corner, so he figured he had time. Nick watched him and stood, taking a step toward him, and sat down right next to him.
"I have some questions for you," he said. Louis winced at how close he was and moved a bit further away.
"You've got more? Really?"
"Yeah. Can you blame me?"
"I can, actually. You've just spent half an hour with us asking questions."
"Oh, just a few more. No cameras this time."
"...ask away, then."
"How long have you been closeted?"
"What?"
"Do your band members know?"
"What? Do they know—no! I-,"
"Really?" Nick said softly, sliding a bit closer to Louis and placing a hand on his thigh. "I'm sure I could help you."
"Help me what?"
"Come out. I'm good at that type of thing." Nick chewed his bottom lip. Louis cringed.
"Look, I'm really not looking for a relationship right now. I just got in a big fight with my b-girlfriend and it's-,"
"You're not straight."
"Pardon?"
"You're not fooling anyone. Especially not me. So I can help you with your struggle, if you'd, erm..." Nick started drawing circles on the inside of Louis's thigh. "If you'd let me."
Louis cringed and batted Nick's hand away. He smiled and laced his arm around the back of Louis's neck. "Oh, come on..."
"Yeah, that's a no."
"You know you wanna."
"Really don't."
"Why all of the flirting then?"
Louis scoffed, but Nick raised an eyebrow. "As far as I know, flirting means you're interested. And interest means-,"
"Ok, well, I'm not interested anymore, thank you." He pushed Nick's arm off of him and stood up, his cheeks flushed red. "Wasn't really, ever, for the record. I slipped up."
"Is that gonna be a good enough explanation for the boyfriend?"
Joe, Louis's manager, perked his head up, along with his assistant. He glared at Louis and shook his head.
"Nick, I'm sure you have another interview to get ready for. Paul, take Louis to the car, the boys will be waiting. You've got one more interview to do today and you're good to get ready for the concert tomorrow."
"Actually, I'm off for the day," Nick shouted, stomping after Louis. Louis felt Paul's hand on his back, guiding him to the exit. "Think about it, Louis."
"Get lost, Nick," Paul snarled. Nick stopped in his tracks and cackled, tossing his head back.
"Why? What're you gonna do?"
"Shut up, Nick. You're outta you're depth. I'm not sure you get what's going on."
"And I'm not sure if you're salary is too much to be babysitting five teenage boys."
"You're not or you are?"
"Actually, yeah, the second one."
"Piss off, Nick," Louis groaned, shoving into the door and breathing in the welcome sunlight once outside. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "When do I get a break," he whispered to himself.
"Tonight. Didn't you hear Joe? You  get a whole 10 hours to yourself."
"Yeah, to sleep. I've gotta be up at five a.m. tomorrow."
"I've gotta be up at four, so you better quit your whining. Watching you five isn't easy."
"Is that why you get paid so much?" Louis joked. Paul smirked.
"Yeah, I suppose it is." He paused a beat and checked his watch. "You're gonna be late. Get in the car."
"Yeah, yeah."