KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

AN UNWANTED GUEST

When Harry arrives, the two of them sit down at the table in Louis' small kitchen. Harry pulls out a copy of the list where he has already marked parts in different colours what confirms Louis' assumption that Harry actually was a school nerd, an eager beaver, the teacher's favourite kid. "Look. I've divided these into private and official stunts. The private ones are those when we are supposed to go shopping, when we have lunch or dinner at restaurants, the ski trip, me attending your concerts, walking through Central Park, New Year's Eve and stuff like that. The official ones are those that have to do with our everyday work like staying at hotels, attending concerts or the fashion show you're going to accompany me to."

"Let me see," Louis says and takes the list out of Harry's hands. "There are a lot of private ones."

"Well, the private ones are what people want to see in the media."

"I wouldn't want to see that shit."

Harry chuckles. "Yeah Louis, I know you wouldn't but most of the fans and people who are interested in things like that would want that."

Louis shakes his head. "Crazy."

"Well, the business is crazy. The first job is on Saturday.

"Don't you have other work to do than hanging out with me?"

"Sure, but your team has already coordinated everything with my team so things are planned and being here doesn't affect any of my or your obligations."

"Aren't they smart," Louis says sarcastically.

"Oh, come on Louis, it is what it is."

"Why do I have the impression that you absolutely don't mind doing this?" Louis asks, frowning. "I don't get that. I mean, it will affect your life too, won't it?"

Harry gives Louis a serious look. "I still have my private life and what is written in the media is just business, nothing else. Headlines exist to entertain the masses and pictures tell a quick story. Why should I question this all the time? It doesn't make sense."

Louis rolls his eyes. "The whole thing doesn't make sense at all. Why should people want us to get on well? Why can't they mind their own business?"

"Because today that's what people want to see and managements support what sells best. Look at all the tabloids that only consists of celebrity news telling you who dates whom, where Beyoncé spent her summer holiday, how Britney looks after loosing weight, what Cara wore for the recent charity event, how Heidi Klum's kids look, who wore the most beautiful dress to the Oscars. The media gives society what they want and we're part of it now, easy as that."

"It's not that easy for me, Harold."

"God, you're annoying. My name is Harry, for the hundredth time."

"Go ahead."

"You're such a baby." Harry sighs. "Now listen to me."

Louis exhales audibly. "Okay daddy," he says sweetly but yet in a mocking tone, batting his eye lashes at Harry.

Harry immediately holds his index finger up, glaring at Louis. "Don't call me that again, I swear!"

Louis chuckles, pushes down Harry's hand and makes a quick movement with his head. "Alright, alright, I'm going to be nicer now. What were you talking about?"

"You're really not easy to handle, Louis Tomlinson."

"You've said that already."

"I know. It's just . . . it shows even more. I've never met anyone like you."