LARRY ONESHOTS

~ ACTING ~

*LOUIS' POV*

Note to self: sitting in a trailer van for 3 hours straight is really fucking boring. I sigh in anger as I put my phone away probably for like the 10th time in the past hour. I still have to be here for another hour and I am struggling to remember why I decided to accompany Harry today on the film set. This is so boring!

In the first hour, I thought that I would stir some 'conspiracy' and posted a picture on Instagram. The fans were practically swooning over it at the moment but they still hadn't figured out by the stilted window in the back that I was in Harry's trailer van. I smile again at the memory and I pretty sure Harry will be equally thrilled when he finds out about it.

I know it is not the kindest thing in the world to do, but I honestly have the time of my life watching the Larry shippers figure out all the little easter eggs that Harry and I put into everything ranging from our music videos to our songs itself to the seemingly normal or random things we do.

I do have faith that they'll figure it out by the end of the day, at most. They always do. I mean, it's impossible for them not to figure it out, there are just so many of them. That's one of the few rare perks of being together privately. We get to have this great cheeky little relationship with our fans. An outsider would lose his fucking mind trying to figure out what goes on aboard this ship.

Regardless, I've never been more bored in my entire fucking life. This is all so uneventful. I sigh and decide to take a walk around the set. It's a closed set anyway, no paparazzi are allowed anywhere around the grounds. The ones that do click pictures of Harry, Florence, Olivia and the others are paparazzi who have been paid to take those pictures.

It's all part of the promo game.

I sneak past the crew members and silently greet one of the cameramen as I walk up and stand next to him. I can see Harry the best from this angle.

Nobody but the main cast and the important crew know about Harry and I, the others are just under the impression that Harry Styles' ex-band mate Louis Tomlinson has come to visit him on the set.

I don't really care, though. Now that the contract with SYCO is over, I can do whatever the fuck it is that I want to do. I don't have to show up anywhere with Eleanor anymore, I don't have to worry about any of that shit. At least for the time being. I can concentrate on making music for the people I love most in this world – my fans.

It isn't past me that Harry is going to have to go through the shit that I went through. The contract for a whole dating pretence between Harry and Olivia has already been drawn up and it's in the moves right now, but I am not too worried about it and neither is Harry. The fans are more adamant and sure of us now than ever and they, too, to some extent, have already predicted this.

There are so many things that'll go down before Harry and I can finally be out but it's all going to be worth it.

Even through it all, there is absolutely no doubt at all that we're going to be each other's constant and be there for each other. My thoughts wander across the whole entire fucking universe and somehow, still grasp onto every single movement of Harry's. As his scene comes to an end, I clap along with the rest of the crew. The day is over and all the crew mates immediately start wrapping everything up as Harry finishes talking to the director and taking a closer look at some of the scenes and takes.

Although, all of that stops when he notices me standing just a few feet away from him. I smile at him and he grins before holding up his index finger to signal that he'll be here in a minute. I tell him to take his time and I start walking back to the trailer. I immediately start packing up things that Harry won't need now so that he doesn't have to and he walks into the trailer not two minutes later.

"Hey, babe."

"Hello, love. Great work today. That last scene I saw was amazing."

"You think?" he says, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree at the compliment and I stop my actions to kiss him.

"Of course! You're doing amazing work, Hazza. I wouldn't be surprised if you give up singing and pursue acting after this." I muse, laughing along with him but he just shakes his head.

"Nah, I can never give up singing. It's the reason I am even here, how can I possibly give it up?"

I smile at just how amazing and pure this man is, and I hold his hand as he shoulders his bag and we walk out of the trailer.

"Well, all I know is that I'm going be by your side and support you in whatever you decide to do."

"I know that, Lou, and I'm really grateful for you." he says and pulls his hand out of mine to put it around my shoulder and kiss my forehead before we get into the car and he sits down on the driver's seat.

As I look out the window and the city lights rush by, I smile contently at this feeling of comfort and peace. I hope all five of us can enjoy this for a long, long time.

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A/N. YES, SO THIS ONE I WROTE LITERALLY ON THE DAY HOLIVIA STARTED WITH THOSE OH-SO-FAKE PICTURES FROM JEFF'S 'PRIVATE' WEDDING. IT MADE ME SMILE, HAHA.

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