One Direction Bromance One Shots (BoyxBoy)*Request Accepted*

Love Conquers All (Larry Stylinson)

*Louis' POV*      We wait in the lobby patiently. Harry is nervous beyond belief, pacing back and forth anxiously in front of me. "Harry, babe. Please sit down," I beg quietly. He just shakes head, too nervous to speak, and continues to pace. I grab his hand and pull him towards me, pulling him down so I can look him in the eyes.      "Listen to me. Everything is going to be fine. Just please stop pacing because you're worrying me, I've never seen you so nervous," I whisper. "Lou, I'm just scared. I want them to let us come out so bad. If they tell us we can't, I'm going to be devastated." A single tear slips down his cheek and I wipe it away. My eyes begin to water as I say, "I'll be devastated too. But babe, no matter their decision, I will always love you." He quietly whimpers, "Promise?" I lean my forehead against his, "I promise."      "I wish we could stay like this forever," he whispers. "Me t-," "Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, please follow me. And watch your behavior," a tall man says, obviously quite irritated. I scowl at him as I interlock my fingers with Harry's and stand up, pulling him up beside me. The man glares at us before rolling his eyes and leading us a short ways down the hall to an open office door. I gulp and Harry's hand tightens around mine as we walk in and the door shuts quietly behind us. "Gentlemen, please have a seat." I drag Harry over to a seat and sit down, glaring at the professionally dressed man across from me.      "So boys, it has come to my knowledge that this 'Larry Stylinson" is real," he begins gesturing to us with his hands, "and that you would like to publicly come out. Is that correct?" I nod, "Yes sir it is." He acts like he is thinking before he says, "No and my answer is final. You're dismissed." I see Harry begin to sob out of the corner of my eye. "Why not," I ask, trying to stay calm. "The reason is logic Mr. Tomlinson. The majority of your fans are females who do not want to find out that there is a homosexual couple within the band, sales would drop tremendously. Besides think of the how the media would portray it. And what about the remaining members of the band, how it would affect their careers. Now as I said before, you may go." My anger boils, "What the fuck do you mean sales would drop tremendously if the fans found out. Are blind or something because I will have you know that there is a good amount of our fans who want Harry and I to come out, they're the only ones who have believed in our love before it started. As for the media, I couldn't give two fucks what they say about it. Niall, Zayn, and Liam are the ones who urged us to come talk to you because they know how much we love each other. I honestly feel the only reason you're saying no is because you're a homophobic prick who is disgusted by the thought of two men being in love." I feel Harry's trembling hand rest on my arm and I instantly calm down a bit.      "Mr. Tomlinson, I would like to politely ask you not to use that kind of language in my presence," I roll my eyes, "and I would also like to say that you have explained  my reasoning for not letting you come out better than I could have." "Wrong thing to say," Harry whimpers beside me. "You homophobic fuck," I say, my voice raising as I attempt to get in the man's face. "Uhh, Mr. Styles, please control your...boyfriend," he spits the word out like its poison. "Don't you dare drag him into something he didn't start. I started this with you and now you can finish it with me," I huff. "Mr. Tomlinson, Mr. Styles. I am going to have to ask you to leave." "Gladly," I say roughly grabbing Harry's hand. "Oh and one more thing before we go," I say freezing in front of the door. I grab Harry's tear streaked face and forcefully press my lips to his, I have probably just ruined any chance of us coming out but right now my thoughts are on showing this man what he despises. "Have a good day sir," I say with a smirk as I open the door and pull a still crying Harry out behind me.      "Harry, babe, where are you going? Stay down here and talk to me please," I call as he runs up the stairs and slams the bedroom door. "God damn it," I say pounding the door hard with my fist. The tears begin to fall down my cheek as I lean my forehead against the cold door. "Why...why," I silently sob as I fall to my knees.      I manage to calm myself down when my cell goes off. "Hello," I choke out. "Louis, how'd the meeting go," Liam asks concerned. At the mention of the meeting I break into hysterics again. Liam quietly says, "Don't say anything. Just calm down. I'll get Niall and Zayn and be right over. Just please calm down and be strong, if not for yourself then for Harry." With that said he hangs up and I drop my phone back into my coat pocket.      "Louis let us in," Zayn's voice calls through the door. I sniffle and move a little so I can open the door. "My God mate, you're mess," Niall says kneeling beside me. "Liam, go check on Harry please, he's more of a mess than I am. He's in the bedroom," I say, my voice hoarse from crying. Liam bounds up the stairs without saying a word. "Come on Lou, let's go sit down in the living room to talk and you can tell us what happened," Zayn says helping me to my feet.      "Well I guess the gist of what happened was the man said no, I called him a homophobic fuck, got in his face, and then basically ruined that guy's appetite for about a week when I did what  I knew he wouldn't be able to stomach," I explain with a slight smile appearing as I finish my sentence. Niall chuckles, "What did the mischievous Louis do now?" I laugh quietly before saying, "I kissed Harry before walking out of the room." Zayn's jaw drops, "Nice one Lou." I sigh shakily, "Yeah I guess it was but I mean the guy even told me I was correct when I called him a homophobic fuck. And Harry, my God seeing him break down like he did tore me up inside." I bury my face into Niall's shirt and clutch the fabric as the tears begin to fall again. "Hey, Louis. Come on mate. Calm down. Shhh. Everything is fine," Zayn says rubbing his hand soothingly on my back. "Umm, Louis. Somebody wants to talk to you, and I think you both need each other right now." At the sound of Liam's voice I lift my tear stained cheek and meet Harry's red, puffy eyes.      I get up and stride over to Harry. I take his hands gently in mine. He sniffles and says, "Lou, I'm sorry I rushed upstairs as soon as we got here, its just that I can't stand to see you upset and I hate crying in front of you. This just meant so much to me and when he said no I felt something inside of me break and I really couldn't control the tears." I use one of my hands to cup his cheek comfortingly, "I know it did. It meant a lot to me too Haz. And you don't have to hate crying in front of me, it lets me just how upset you really are. Besides if anyone should be sorry its me because I didn't follow you up the stairs to talk to you like I should have." He manages a shaky smile, "Don't be." I give him a watery smile as my hand finds its way up to his hair and I begin twirling the curls around my fingers.      "Well I think we're just going to get going so you two can have some privacy," Niall says as they walk past us. I had almost forgotten they were here. "Bye," Harry and I say in unison as the door shuts.      "I hope you know that I love you so much," Harry says leaning down to kiss my tear stained cheek. I lean my head against his chest saying, "I love you more and I will always love you more." "Promise?" "I promise Haz." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LARRY FLUFF....YAY!!! 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