KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

Déja-vu

In the car, Louis feels as if he was on his way to a very important exam and the nervousness is so bad that he feels like throwing up. He couldn't describe his emotions, ever. It's such a mess. Before they get out of the car, Louis isn't sure if he should hold Harry's hand or not. When Harry takes it into his, something inside of him makes him calm down for the first time in hours. Harry's touch is soothing and Louis feels a little bit safer. "Don't be afraid," Harry whispers into Louis' ear. "Everything will be fine."

Louis gulps. "Okay," he says, squeezing Harry's hand. In that moment the door is being opened and Harry and Louis get ready to walk the red carpet. The waiting is the worst and Louis' heart is about to jump out of his chest. He feels like throwing up again as he squeezes Harry's hand like crazy. Harry just gives him a small smile and then it's about time to walk out onto the red carpet.

As soon as they're visible for the journalists and paparazzi, the flashes of the cameras almost blind Louis. He can't see any faces, just silhouettes and cameras. The paparazzi are shouting their names all the time and when they want to leave, the shouting and yelling increases so that Louis looks at Harry, Harry nods and they walk back to pose in front of the cameras again. In that moment, all the pressure and nervousness has disappeared magically. Happiness and pride fill Louis' heart. After the red-carpet walk, the waiting journalists swamp Harry and Louis with questions.

"Mission accomplished!" Harry says happily when they're about to walk into a tastefully decorated hall. High tables are put up everywhere that are wrapped in white tablecloth. On each table someone has draped living white roses and beautiful little candles. The scenery reminds Louis of the day when he met Harry for the first time.

"I was so nervous when they started asking me questions."

"I'm sure you did well. I couldn't understand what you were saying because of the noise."

Louis gives Harry a small smile. "I hope so."

"What would you like to drink, Lou?" Harry asks, pulling Louis over to the bar.

"I need alcohol to calm my nerves. What about red wine?"

"That sounds good. I'll have that too." Harry walks over to the bar, orders the wine and puts the two glasses onto a table nearby. They both sip their wine in silence first, taking in the scenery that's held in pink and white lights.

"That reminds me of the horrible day we met," Louis says after a while. "I almost feel catapulted back to this day."

"We would have never without this day, actually. I don't think it was that horrible. It was just a crazy day that lead us to what we are now."

"Let's not talk about that day, please. Don't you have to be backstage for your show?"

"No, it's fine. I still have some time left. That's why I wanted to come early . . . you know. I wanted to spend some more time here with you. The show will start in about two hours, don't worry."

"Cool." Louis sways his glass. "It's the first time I'll see you working."

"You saw me working all the time," Harry smirks and earns a swat of Louis.

"Not that kind of work, idiot."

Harry chuckles. "I know." Harry sighs. "You should know I'm a little bit nervous."

"Why?"

"Because you're here. I want to do it well for you."

"You'll be the best, I'm sure. Although I'm not sure about your outfit."

Harry winks. "I won't tell you what my outfit looks like but I'm sure you'll like it."

"I can't trust you with this."