Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 16: Back To Business

Author's Note: Hi! :) So, this chapter is probably a little longer than the others. For some reason, I couldn't stop writing. All in all, enjoy xo

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Louis' Pov.

This past month has been hectic and, to top it off, we have to return to work today. Modest! gave us a call yesterday, when we returned from the beach, asking that we stopped by the office today. We haven't done much album promotion, as well as the latest single, 'Little Things,' so we have to tend to that. Harry seems to have made a quick recovery, though he still has to remain on the prescribed medication for another month - you can never be too sure. I also feel as though the intervention we had with him the other night, allowing him to vent, helped him move forward a bit. Unfortunately, I think he's hiding something. I can't quite put my finger on it; however, in the back of my mind, my conscience keeps egging me on to figure it out. It could just be wishful thinking - I was hoping he would have spoken of us in the story - he seemed to have left out a lot of detail. I could just be delusional, seeing as I'm in love with him, I wanted something to happen. Liam and Niall had a thing going on in Harry's dream, according to him. Then, they ended up having a make-out session on the beach, yesterday. It doesn't seem as if that's going to happen with him and I.

I let out a small sigh, leaning over the kitchen islander. I held my cup of tea in my hand, allowing it to cool off. It's 8:45, so the lads should be up in about fifteen minutes; I always find myself down here, in the kitchen, drinking tea. I guess it's a stress reliever, much like Zayn's habit of smoking cigarettes. Meetings with our management usually leaves one of us walking out the door upset and annoyed. They don't really compromise with us, just throw schedule after schedule at us. There's nothing great about having little-to-no control over your own life and career. The little freedom we do have usually comes with a price to pay. I guess, I kind of just continue to deal with it all because of Harry - the others as well - but Harry is someone to admire and look up to. He wears his heart on his sleeve, but he doesn't let that stop him from living his life. He doesn't mind taking risks, even if that means sacrificing a little bit of his self-worth. We've all seen what's all over the media: womanizer, cougar lover, a whore, impregnating people's mothers. It's all lies - fraudulent tales. The air has been cleared several times, yet people continue on shoving this image in his face. Management doesn't make it any better. They run with it.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Li." Liam came strolling into the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear. After his make-out session with Niall, on the beach, yesterday, they haven't been able to keep their hands off of each other. During the drive home, they sat in the back seat, eating each other's faces apart; I felt bad for Zayn, seeing as he was in the back with them. When we got home, they ran straight to Liam's room, not coming out for the rest of the day. Though I couldn't be happier for them, I envy them. I want to experience that with Harry, plus more. I haven't worked up the courage to say anything and, hopefully, I won't wait until it's too late. Someone else is going to swing and takenhim off his feet. I moved my cup is a circular motion, allowing the tea to mix.

"Is something bothering you? You've been in deep thought a lot, lately."

"Kind of...but I don't know if now is a good time to say anything." I mumbled, taking a sip of the tea.

"Is it about Harry?"

"Is what about Harry?" His husky voice filled the kitchen, as he stepped in. I remained quiet, while Liam shot me a grin. He knew enough, that much I know; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought Harry's name up. Harry stood there, yawning and rubbing his eyes free of the sleep; usually, we aren't up this early, but it has become a bad habit for us, recently.