0900 hours.
The boys were at the set, sitting in the chairs and the mood was light as Louis was worked on. Multiple hands on his face, applying and reapplying powder, spraying his hair into cardboard. Harry lies across the couch, feet hanging of the edge as he messes with his phone, throwing it in the air and catching it, nearly dropping it on his face when the screen lights up showing the he had received another text from management, giving him a grand total of eight messages and four missed calls. His brows furrow as he wonders what they might want and he slides his finger across the screen, eyes widening as he read down the thread.
And it's nerve racking.
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24 |hours with larry|
Fanfiction24 hours with Larry Stylinson. It's short for a reason, meant to be read in one sitting.
