Sorry but, this month is Larry month, it’s official.
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“Everything’s gonna be so much better now, I can already see it” Harry said quietly, his voice sounding amongst the chirping of the birds as the sun rose.
“Yeah?” Louis replied in a questioning tone, wondering what the beautiful man was thinking about as he snuggled closer to him in their warm, cosy bed.
“Yeah. Think about it, one day, when we get married, we won’t have to hide it. We can invite whoever we want, we can post pictures, we can tell our fans how amazing it was, we can do it all without having to worry about Simon, or management, or the press. It will be easy, it will be amazing” Harry explained slowly as he traced shapes on Louis’ soft, tanned skin.
“Now, I’m sure that wasn’t a proposal, because quite honestly harry, that would have been one shit but cute proposal, however, I’m down” Louis replied cheekily, laughing to himself as harry swatted at his chest, shaking his head but smiling fondly.
“Way to ruin the moment Lou, but seriously, I can’t get over it. We don’t have to hide anymore, we don’t have to fucking hide and I love it so much. I love you so much” Harry said seriously, smiling down at Louis for the first time since they had woken up.
“I love you too Haz, so much” Louis replied in a whisper before their lips met in a sweet but passionate kiss. Neither of them caring for morning breath, they were way past that issue by now.
“I remember when you once serenaded that song to me before we began dating” Louis said after their lips parted, smiling at the memory.
“Which one?” Harry asked with a furrowed brow, he had serenaded multiple songs to Louis over the past 10 years.
“I don’t wanna be your friend I wanna kiss you on the lips” Louis sung gently, laughing as the words escaped his lips.
“What about it?” Harry said as he laughed along with Louis, remembering the moment clearly as he had sung it when he didn’t know how to describe his feelings towards the boy.
“I was so shocked, but it described us perfectly. We were young and naive, didn’t know how we were feeling, but that line just made sense to me” Louis explained as he rolled over so he was chest to chest with his boyfriend, head resting just below Harry’s neck, peering up at him.
“Jesus lou, I thought I was the sappy one” Harry replied with a smirk, causing Louis to hide his face into his chest with a groan, harry bursting our into a soft chuckle.
“Hey, I’m joking. I understand. I remember being fucking terrified to sing that to you” Harry continued, lifting Louis’ chin with his pointer finger, staring into them gorgeous blue eyes.
“Terrified of me? Why?” Louis asked with a quirk of his head.
“You intimidated me, you were older and seemed very much straight. I was scared you didn’t feel the same way” Harry sheepishly replied, the statement sounding ridiculous considering where they are now.
“Really? I honestly thought my hints would’ve been enough for you to catch on that I’m Gay” Louis sassed back, raising his eyebrows.
“Hints? What bloody hints, you gave none! You were the most unreadable person I had ever met” Harry argued playfully, putting on the most shocked face he could manage.
“Oh I don’t know, joking about sleeping with you multiple times seems straight does it? Teasing you? Flirting with you? God I thought I had made it so obvious, the fans noticed before you did, you were just sweet, innocent little Harry back then weren’t you?” Louis teased, sitting up further to see harry clearer.
“Sweet? Yes, innocent? Definitely not. I offered to blow you at 16 for God’s sake” Harry said sarcastically, trying to look even more shocked.
“Hm, yeah I guess you did, you didn’t follow through though” Louis quipped back, winking suggestively.
“No, I didn’t, and I would offer again now, but sadly we need to head to Ireland in half an hour and we haven’t even packed yet. Maybe handle yourself out this time” Harry said, lowering his voice as he whispered the words against Louis lips teasingly before kissing him one last time and getting up out of bed, winking at a flustered Louis on the bed.
“God damn it styles, not even a quickie?” Louis whined, rolling his eyes as the man walked away in just a pair of tight Calvin Klein boxers, not helping his current situation at all.
“Nope, get your lazy ass out of bed” Harry called back, laughing to himself as he headed into the bathroom.
“Fuck” Louis muttered, falling back onto the bed helplessly for five minutes before he finally dragged himself out of the warm sheets to get ready.
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“Lads, sit down, there’s an issue I need to discuss with you before we head off” Paul said in a stern tone as the lads gathered around him like children going on a school trip.
They all threw confused glances towards one another, clearly stunned that there was yet another problem; as always.
“What issue? I thought everything could go smoothly now” Louis asked, passing his luggage to a man who was loading up their bus.
“Your life is far from smooth Louis, to be honest with you, it’s probably gonna be a rocky couple of months ahead of you all” Paul replies with a shake of his head, gesturing for them to take a seat at a near by dining table.
Louis sighed at the response and took a seat next to Harry, holding the mans hand as they awaited Paul’s “issue”.
“What’s this about then?” Liam asked, rubbing his forehead as a sign of tiredness.
“Did you lads ever consider what would happen once you exposed management and Simon?” Paul began, sitting back in his chair with his arms folded tightly across his chest, biceps bulging out.
“Well, yeah, I guess. We just assumed we would join a new management and everything that goes along with that” Niall replied, still lost on what the issue was.
“Right. Well, clearly you haven’t thought too much into it. Don’t get me wrong, none of this is your fault and I’m fucking delighted that you’ve gotten out of that toxic contract, but there is a lot that needs to be sorted over the next couple of months. You’ve not only lost your management team, but everything that comes along with it” Paul stated, not yet being clear on what the fuck was going on.
“Sorry Paul, But you’re gonna need to be a bit more clear mate. I honestly don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about” Louis said as he shook his head.
“Even as cruel as they were, your management were damn good at their job. Modest provided you with scheduling, busses, bodyguards, hair and makeup teams, outfit teams, promo, gigs, events, concert teams, instrumental bands; the list goes on and on. And without them, you don’t have any of that because all these people they were paying to back you guys up and help you out, now don’t work for modest anymore; thus now are not working for you anymore.”
The words spilling from Paul’s mouth were sinking further in as the seconds passed. The realisation hit them hard, and the panic and shock soon came after it.
“But- they can’t just stop working for us in the middle of our fucking tour! We have shows to do, we have a bloody show tomorrow for God’s sake! We can’t do all this shit without them” Louis exclaimed, referring to their teams, not management, he couldn’t care less about them.
“I’m afraid they can. With Simon and modest on trial for shutting down completely, there’s nobody to pay their checks, therefore they don’t work for you anymore. Technically, I don’t even work for you anymore; but that doesn’t mean I’m going to drop everything now. I’ve known you lads for years and I would watch over you all with or without a pay check; I’m sure that goes for Louise and her team as well, but the rest, I’m not so sure about”
Paul smiles sadly at the lads as they stared into nothing, just letting the words sink in as they tried to find any solution. It warmed their hearts to know Paul had their backs, but they would be damned if the man thought he wouldn’t be getting paid.
“Don’t be silly, your getting a fucking pay check even if it has to come out of our own pockets; it’s not like we can’t afford to anyway. But thank you, we need all the support we can get right now and we’re great full for you sticking with us” Harry said in a soft but stern tone, pulling out his phone quickly before the man could protest.
“Harry, thank you But that’s really not neces-“
“It’s done, I’ve transferred £7000 for this week, that’s what management normally give you right?” Harry cut him off, sliding his phone back into his pocket nonchalantly as the lads had smirks on their faces, watching Paul’s eyes grow wide.
“Seven thous- Harry they normally only give me half that amount!” Paul exclaimed, stumbling over his words in shock, looking at his phone that had now notified him of the transfer.
“Oh, Uh, oops? My bad, anyway, you deserve it. But what I want to know is why the fuck modest were only giving you half that amount? Celebrity body guards are meant to earn up to £1000 a day” Harry asked with clenched fists, and angered look spreading across his face.
“What? They told me they only gave out up to £500 a day” Paul said in a deep voice, sounding just as angered as Harry.
“Those fucking pricks, I wonder how many other people they’ve scammed into working for us” Harry muttered as Louis tried to sooth him with a rub on his back.
“Fuck. Well, what’s done is done I guess, it’s not like I can get any money out of them now, seeming as they’ve likely already gone bankrupt. It’s fine, I’ll just work with more celebrities as well as you lads” Paul said with a shrug, but the lads could see how defeated he really was.
“You won’t need to. Once you’re earning £1000 off us every day and then from our new management, you wouldn’t need to work for any one else. We will make sure our new management employ you if it’s the last thing we do” Zayn said pointedly, patting the older man on the back with a smile.
“I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you lads, you don’t deserve all the shit modest and Simon put you through. I’m proud that you’ve stuck it out, and now I’ll get to watch as you gain a supportive management, which I’m sure you will, because after the brits I bet you’ve got a shit ton of labels lining up to have you as an asset. But speaking of, you really do need to contact someone about that. You can’t go on without a label” Paul said with a bright smile, acting like a dad of the group.
“I was thinking, we could use one of our labels from our solo careers. Of course we were also linked to syco back then, but we also had Columbia, epic, Arista. I personally think Columbia worked best for me, they were really supportive and let me do whatever I wanted personally and music wise; but we can talk about this more on the bus if you’d like?” Harry asked thoughtfully, resting his head on his hand as he pitched the idea.
The lads agreed, thinking it was a good idea, and soon after they were climbing onto their tour bus to head off to The airport, leaving for Ireland.
“Hey, how come the bus is still working for us then?” Niall asked as he sat down on his bed.
“The bus company had already been paid in advance for the whole tour, so even if they aren’t working for modest anymore they still need to do their job for you boys” Paul replied as he sat down in the kitchen.
“But isn’t that the same with everyone else on our team?” Harry asked, sitting beside Louis once again and flinging his arm around the smaller lads shoulders.
“No, the other teams have a different system where you can’t pay in advance, only monthly, so by the end of this month they won’t work for us anymore and unless we can find a way to pay them without having to use all your own money, then we don’t have a team” Paul said with a sad look, sighing in frustration.
And that’s when the realisation hit.
“But, Paul, today is the end of the month”
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Author notes:
Lol this is such a bad chapter, I’m sorry for the wait.
I have a lot of ideas for the next chapter though so this was kinda just a filler.
I hope you enjoyed anyway, please don’t forget to comment, vote and follow my profile 🙂
Love you all xxx
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