KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

HARRY'S ARRIVAL

Louis goes to the catering area and sits down with some crew members there. Minutes later, he can hear Harry's voice in the hallway. "Excuse me, I'll be right back," Louis tells them and walks out of the room. As he's walking toward the door, it already feels like work.

"Hey Louis," Harry greets Louis as he sees him, "I thought I'd never arrive! The traffic was horrendous today. It took me over two hours to get here." Harry shoulders his huge, brown leather bag he had put onto the floor.

"I was having dinner. Do you want to come or not?"

"Yeah. I heard your catering was great."

"Who told you that?"

"Rob, your bodyguard. He came to the airport with Jeremy. He looks like a rock! No wonder they've chosen him to be your man."

Louis walks toward the metal door and opens it. Harry follows. "He's massive. Ben, the other one, is almost the same size. I've never been scared with them near me. I think my team knows about you and me at this point, don't they?"

"Yes. Mr. Sia told us that at the first meeting in London."

"Seems like I missed this. So, here's the buffet. Grab whatever you want, I'm over there." Louis points at a table that's close.

"Thanks."

After Harry has filled a plate with healthy food, he walks over to Louis' table and sits down next to Joyce, the make-up artist. Two guys who are responsible for the lights are also sitting there as well as two members of the band. They immediately get on well with Harry which isn't hard since he's talkative and he definitely knows how to entertain people. Louis doesn't take part in the conversation. Suddenly, Louis feels Joyce nudging him. "Hey love, you're so quiet. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Louis says.

"Harry is such a cool person, isn't he? I thought he'd be kind of arrogant but he's such a sweetheart," she says quietly, a big smile plastered on her face. "He's such a star in the business, one of the most famous models at the moment. I would have never thought someone like him could be like that I mean . . . normal."

"Yeah," Louis says annoyed, "what a sweetheart."

Joyce laughs. "Oh Louis. Didn't you sleep well?" She puts her head onto Louis' shoulder.

Louis decides to play the game. Explaining his mood would only cause more problems. "That might be it. I don't feel really well today, I don't know."

"Well, the after party was quite a blast yesterday. You probably drank too much and went to bed early in the morning, didn't you?"

"You nailed it."

Joyce gives Louis a knowing smile. "You'll wake up on stage then."

"I hope." Louis presses his lips together and Joyce rubs his back.

"Of course. You love performing so much!"

"Yeah," Louis smiles, "I really do."

"Your energy on stage is amazing. Can't wait for the show today."

"Thanks."

Joyce gives Louis another smile as she pulls away and continues listening to the ongoing conversation. Everyone seems to be impressed when it comes to Harry, only Louis isn't. Maybe it's because he's in this fucked up situation and the others aren't. When Louis has finished eating, he gets up. He doesn't want to sit there while everyone is just paying attention to Harry, again Like Zayn did at the fashion show. It seems like he's the light that attracts the moths. He hadn't been at the table for two minutes and was already talking to everyone. And there it is again, the feeling of being kind of unwanted, like a fifth wheel. Louis walks to his dressing room where he flops down on one of the sofas. He decides to call Matt and talk to him for a while. He manages it to enlighten Louis' mood to a certain extend and when they have finished talking it doesn't take long until Jamila tells the boys it's time to get dressed and get their make-up and hair done.

When Louis is ready for the show, Sophie sits down with Harry and him. "Mr. Sia told me to talk to you before the show to be sure that everything will be okay. Harry is going to be in the VIP section first and in the middle of the show he is supposed to stand next to the stage where I've already marked the position with a small x." Sophie looks at him. "I'll show you the place right after this. You being there should help to crate attention to you both. Louis, you have to make sure to interact with Harry a little bit so that everyone around notices you and him. Alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Louis says annoyed.

"Stop pulling that face, please." Sophie says, then gives Louis a smile. "Good luck for the show and Harry, have fun!"

"Thank you. I've been looking forward for the show for days. It's nice that I can attend it."

"That's great," Sophie says, "I bet you'll love it. Bye guys!"

"Why do you always tell people what they want to hear?" Louis asks Harry after Sophie is out of sight.

"What are you talking about? I was just having a conversation, there's nothing wrong about it."

"It seemed fake."

"It wasn't fake. Why are you so negative about everything?"

"The fact that you're asking me this shows either that you have no clue about what's going on here or your brain function is just underexposed." Louis walks toward the door. As he puts the hand onto the handle, he turns around. "You should go too. The show is going to start in a few and we don't want to disappoint Sia, do we?" Louis doesn't look back as he walks out of the room, shaking his head and smiling at his own sarcasm that results out of the absurdity of this situation he's in with him.