KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

FUMING ANGRY

And with these words he walks out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him forcefully. Louis is fuming, he's absolutely exasperated and ready to fight everyone who crosses his way. The only person he wants to see now is his friend Zayn or maybe the other guys but no, he wants to talk to him. Louis rushes over to his room and knocks onto the door loudly. From inside Louis can hear footsteps coming closer. When Zayn opens the door, Louis practically storms in, not waiting for being invited. "I can't believe this is happening Zayn, I'm so pissed, I really have to contain myself, I fucking hate this shitty concept!" Louis yells.

Zayn closes the door and comes closer. "What happened?" His voice is calm.

"This fucking stunt! Zayn, you won't believe what Sophie told me a few seconds ago. I can't believe someone would come up with such a fucked-up idea!" Louis inhales and exhales audibly. Tears of anger are welling in his eyes. "I can't tell you how I despise this stupid idea, Sia, this whole fucking business!" Louis lets himself fall onto one of the sofas and hides his face behind the palms of his hands. Tears are running down his cheeks although he didn't want to cry and god knows he seldom cries but this is too much for him. He's not sad, he's pissed – so pissed that he could literally destroy everything around him. "I hate this business," he repeats, his voice thick with tears. "I would have never thought it could be like this, this is cruel."

Zayn sits down next to him, rubbing his back. "Calm down, Lou."

"I can't, Zayn, I fucking can't!" Louis sobs. "Look how desperate I am, I'm crying! Have you ever seen me cry?"

"Just once but that was when you were cutting an onion, I think." Zayn gives Louis a small smile.

"See?" Louis says and takes a deep breath. "Oh fuck." He wipes his eyes.

Zayn lets his hand wander to Louis' shoulder, kneads it for a few seconds, then gets up. "Stay here, I'll be back." He walks over to his bedroom and comes back with two joints. "Here Lou, I think you might need this now."

Louis nods and wipes his eyes again with his hand. "Thanks."

"Let's go outside."

"Can I borrow a hoodie?"

Zayn points at his bedroom. "I've got one in there, on the bed."

They smoke in silence on the balcony for a while until Louis starts talking again. "This whole stunt thing is getting out of hand. Zayn, you . . . you won't believe what Sophie has just told me, I . . . I fucking lost my temper, I could have hit her with something, seriously."

Zayn takes a drag and lets the smoke out of his mouth slowly. "Tell me," he says. His voice is warm like honey. Louis loves his voice, also when he sings.

"You know the shit about being seen and stuff, the normal things." Zayn nods. "I hate those but what I'm going to tell you now is just . . . bullshit at its finest. Sia wants me to actually spend New Year's Eve in New York with him!"

Zayn puts his joint down and turns towards Louis, looking at him with wide eyes. "No fucking way!"

"Yeah . . . but that's not everything. We have some days off in January, right?"

"Sure."

"Yeah, you do, Liam does Niall too but I don't. Well, I have but I'm going to spend some of them with him, again." Louis takes a deep drag and exhales.

"You're kidding."

"I swear I'm being serous. I lost it when she told me that, I totally lost it."

"Fuck."

"My words. This is fucked up, it's all fucked up."

"What does Harry say about that?"

"Mr. Suck-up? Mr. Perfect? Mr. I don't mind doing this? Nothing, of course." Louis rolls his eyes. "He's annoying as fuck and he doesn't seem to mind. He even supports Sophie in everything she says."

"Louis!"

"No, he is annoying! It seems like he doesn't care about all these stunts and he's always telling me to accept the facts."

"Love, I'm afraid that he might be right."

"Are you crazy? Are you really defending him now?"

"I'm not defending him – but Lou, he's just doing his job. And he's right, you have to accept the facts, contract and all."

"But Zayn, this is ruining my tour, my New Year's Eve, my holidays, the time I wanted to spend with my family and my boyfriend!"

"But it's not his fault! Harry is a cool guy, he's friendly and a good person."

"You sound like them," Louis shouts. "Why do I have the feeling that I'm tilting at windmills on my own?" Louis feels alone and it hurts. Not even Zayn understands.

"You're my friend and you know that. Do you want me to be honest with you?" Louis doesn't respond. "It's not easy for me."

"Do you expect me to be extra happy now? I'm fucking angry and also . . . sad."

"I know, Lou. But it was you who brought you here. You flipped him off."

"Oh, thank you for your understanding."

"Love, don't be mad at me, please. I'd really want to know why you did it. Everything was alright, wasn't it? Tell me why."

Louis looks at Zayn without talking. His eyelashes are so thick and long and his eyes are so dark that he could get lost in them. "He's annoying, that's why." Louis doesn't want to admit his little crush what was the reason and the fact that he was jealous.

"He's not annoying."

"So? You don't have to stunt with him or sleep in a bed with him!"

"You have to sleep in a bed with him?" Zayn chuckles silently. "To be honest . . . if I liked men, I'd probably do some very dirty things to him," he says playfully and sighs. "He's extremely attractive, just look at him and forget about your ego for once."

"Oh wonderful, you're the next who's stabbing me in the back," Louis says sarcastically. "Aren't Sia, Sophie and Harold enough? What do you want me to do now, fuck him?"

"Louis, calm down." Zayn takes a drag. "I wonder how can you sleep in a bed with him without even thinking of kissing him? Have you seen those lips? They're curved by the gods."

Louis laughs out sarcastically. "You're just saying this because you've smoked."

"Maybe," Zayn smiles. "But maybe I mean it."

"Idiot."

"Let's go inside before anyone spots us."

Louis gets off his chair. "I'm fed up with all the restrictions. Sia told me not to smoke in public but he can fuck off."

"Yeah, the restrictions suck." Zayn closes the balcony door. "Do you feel a little better now?"

"I don't know, really. I came here for comfort and support and all you did was telling me how wrong I was and that I should fuck him."

"That's your interpretation, I never said that."

"It's exactly what you meant."

Zayn shrugs but then he gives Louis a smile and he wraps one arm around his shoulders. "Don't be mad, love. I know the situation isn't pleasant for you, I'm aware of that. What do you think of accompanying me to the gym for half an hour or so? We could exercise together and that might help you to let off steam."

Louis shakes his head. "Not really, I'd like to take a nap."

"Oh, okay."

"When are we going to leave?"

"Around two or three."

"Oh okay. What do you think . . . could I stay here? I don't want to see Harold or Sophie now."

"Yeah, you know where the bedroom is. Why do you call him Harold all the time?"

"To annoy him."

"You're terrible," Zayn smiles so that Louis can spot his tongue between his white teeth. It looks cute like that.

"Maybe so. I'll be in there, wake me up when you come back."

"I will. Sleep well."

"Thanks."

When Louis returns to his room, Harry has already left and Sophie is nowhere to be seen.