the one where the curly headed popstar takes a fancy to a small, feathery-haired barista.
larry stylinson au // lowercase intended
started - 28/9/20
completed - 28/12/20
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harry felt sick.
sick with nerves and anxiety.
he was sure he completely fucked everything up with that song. he looked over at louis a few times who was just staring back at him with parted lips and wide eyes.
as soon as they got off stage harry ran to his dressing room and mentally prepared himself for when louis arrived.
he wondered if his plan would work. if louis and harry would go back to his flat and see what harry and eleanor had done.
'right! have a good christmas you lot. see you soon.' he heard a familiar voice say from outside the room where one direction were lounging around, drinking cans of coke to cool them down.
the door slowly opened and a couple of people walked in. harry's eyes scanned over them but none of them were louis.
'wonderful show, boys. honestly think that was one of my favorites.' anne spoke, pulling her son into a hug. 'agreed, was pretty okay, i guess.' gemma said sarcastically.
the boys all thanked them, but harry just stared out of the door. 'he's in the bathroom.' anne whispered to harry, who nodded and stood up nonchalantly.
'i'm just- be right back!' harry said, then realizing anne was the only one noticing him at the moment.
harry made his way down the long hallways towards the guest bathrooms. he got to the door when he heard louis' voice. louis was speaking to someone.
'i know mum. but don't worry yeah? i'm sure el will let me tag along with her and katie. it's only one new year's eve.' he spoke on the phone to his mother.
'please don't stress. you've got enough stuff going on with mark and everything. i've got to get back to harry now, i'll see you later.' he added, pacing around the bathroom.
'yeah. i love you, mum. bye bye.' he finished, before hanging up the phone.
what about new years? and who was mark? harry thought to himself.
he heard a few sniffles and coughs, and then decided to open the door. 'lou?' he called out, inching the door open a little more.
'mm?' louis said, turning the sink on and washing his hands.
'are you alright?' harry asked quietly, making his way over to the sink.
'yeah i'm great! your show was amazing oh my god i cant believe-' louis said truthfully. well, it wasn't all truthful. he wasn't feeling great.
'lou please, you look like you've been crying, what's wrong? you can tell me if you want.' harry asked, handing the smaller some paper towels to dry his hands.
'i- it's just my mum. she's going through a divorce right now and i can't come over for new years.' louis responded, taking a deep, shaky breath.
'i'm really sorry lou, your mum is so strong though, i'm sure she will be perfect. also, we're throwing our annual new year's eve party, i was gonna invite you, eleanor and her girlfriend anyways.' harry said, wiping louis' wet cheek with the pad of his thumb.
