My First Real Crush [Larry Stylinson]

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-Make sure to listen to the music, AND LOOK AT THE GIF-

It was the night.

The night.

Where everything was going to change.

I couldn't help but sweat perpetually as I paced back and forth behind stage. So many thoughts were jumbled in my small mind, making it impossible to focus on anything but them. We were supposed to be warming up our voices and practicing different riffs and blends from different songs, but I couldn't help but sing distantly as I ran through every possible outcome of the night.

"You're fags! Get off the stage!"

"That's disgusting! Go back in the closet!"

"Great, you guys just ruined your potential of being one of the greatest bands!"

Louis shook me after I completely missed my solo in What Makes You Beautiful.

"Hazza, are you alright."

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from the other boys, who were watching us with confused expressions as they continued the song.

"What if they hate us Louis? What if all of our fans abandon us because they think we're gross? And if Zayn, Liam, and Niall's careers are affected by it, that would be on us Louis. All on us."

I grabbed Louis's shoulder tighter and stared into his eyes. A bit too hard because I saw him wince as he let out a, "Ow Hazza, you're hurting me."

I quickly released and immediately felt guilty, kissing the place my thumb had been so roughly pushing at.

"I'm sorry Lubba, but I'm scared."

He sighed and put his arms around my waist, pulling me in. "Do you love us?"

I was dumbfounded by his question. What does that have to do with this?

"Of course I do."

"Then the fans will too. And if they don't, which they will, then we'll just deal with it. But would you rather come clean and be able to love us in public," He emphasized the word us, "or have to hide it behind the curtains, constantly in fear of the paparazzi seeing us and constantly having to lie?"

I let out a sad sigh as I realized how awfully painful the second choice would be. He gave me a soft smile as he pulled me even closer, begging me to wrap my limp hanging arms around him.

I bent down a bit and scooped him up so that we were back in the iconic 'Larry Stylinson First Hug' position. I pecked his lips and smiled.

"Let's go give them Larry Stylinson."

He smiled at my confidence. We were about to kiss again before we heard Paul scream from around a corner, "Larry? You're on stage in five minutes!"

Ever since we had boarded that plane, Paul had called us Larry. Except when Simon was in the room. The boys, Paul, and I had been speaking as little as we could to Simon anytime he had come to meet with us. It killed me because Louis and I had to pretend to be broken up whenever we were around him, because if he knew what we were planning, I know he would find some disgusting and back-stabbing way to stop it, and that is the last thing any of us want.

I placed Louis gently back on the ground and as I was about to turn to leave, he grabbed my hips and turned me back towards him, stepped on top of my boots, touched our noses, and whispered "I love you."

Everything was fine now. Any stress that had been hoarding my mind was gone almost instantaneously. I haven't a clue how, but whenever Louis said those words to me, I went to an alternate universe. One where no one judged people, no one was ever pressured to be someone else, no rumors were ruthlessly spread, and everyone loved each other. A world I only had access to when I was with Louis.