White Eskimo

Louis Tomlinson is a new journalist for the Rolling stones. Harry Styles is the lead singer to the band White Eskimo. Louis' first assignment is to go onto tour with White Eskimo and write about his experience, but Louis hates the band, specifically Harry Styles. Little did he know that the egotistical, and confident Harry Styles is just a show and he is actually shy, sweet, and broken.

Based on this AU meme:


3. In which we really meet the real Harry


January 8, 2011

Harry's POV

To say that I'm having a bad day is the understatement of the century. I woke up with a sore throat, pounding headache, and a queasy stomach. And, no, I don't have a hangover. I must have a cold or something.

Trying to leave the hotel was a nightmare. There were tons of screaming girls and a few guys, and they were not helping my headache. I pushed through them as politely as I could and trying not to have a panic attack with all the bodies pressing up against mine.

Thankfully I avoided the panic attack and got out of the crowd and into the safety and not to mention peace of the car. Unfortunately that peace didn't last for long. The studio was crowded with screaming fans as well. This time when I felt the panic come creeping up I couldn't avoid it. Once I got into the building I leaned against a wall and tried to calm my breathing; I was starting to hyperventilate.

When my breathing was almost back to normal a guy with sandy brown hair and blue eyes and a girl with equally sandy hair came up to me.

"Hey, you're Harry Styles right?" I nodded not really capable of speaking at the moment because my breathing was starting to pick up again. He smiled when he realized that I was, in fact, Harry Styles. "Can we have your autograph?" He asked shoving a notebook into my face. I could feel the panic rising again and my breathing started to get  more erratic by the second. I don't know what's going on, I haven't had any problems with my anxiety in a long time. It must be the stupid cold throwing me off balance or something.

As the panic started to creep into my system I stammered a quick, "Fuck off!" I immediately regretted it when I saw the look on the boys face but I couldn't apologize for it because I was already walking away trying to calm down.

Louis POV

I'm at my fathers music studio when Ashley came bursting through the doors with 'exciting' news.

"Oh my gosh!! Lou bear guess what?!"

"What is it, love?"

"Harry Styles and his band White Eskimo is coming to this studio today!"

"What?! No way! Why didn't my father tell me this?"

Ashley grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the office. "Lets go downstairs and wait for them!"

We sat in the lobby type area for 2 hours before I got up to go back to my dads office.

"There is no way we'll see him, Ashley."

"Well turn around and see for yourself"

I turned around quickly and sure enough, there he is with his curly brown hair and emerald eyes. I slowly walked up to him. He was leaning on the wall furthest from the door out of breath as if he was running.

"Hey, you're Harry Styles right?" He nodded slowly and my face lifted in a shit eating grin. I grabbed a notebook and pen form my bag and extended it out to him. "Can we have your autograph?"

He looked at me and I saw a flash of panic. I furrowed my brows in confusion before he said, "Fuck off!" and okay that hurt. What did I do? But before I could say anything he was walking away.

~Current time~

September 22, 2013

Harry's POV

The plane ride was horrible. Louis was being a prick and I don't even know why. He doesn't know me and yet he hates me. What could I have done for him to be so rude to me? I'm trying to let it go and talk to him but he keeps shooting me down, and calling me names. I mean I can understand where he's coming from, I can act like a prick sometimes but I've been nothing but nice to him. Every time we make eye contact he glares at me in disgust. The glares, and the name calling was reminding me of high school, which is an unpleasant time to recall.

"Look curly, why don't you piss off? If I didn't know any better I would think you were a fag." Okay, yeah that hit the spot. That made it all come rushing back to me so hard it felt like a slap to my face

"Shit, Harry. I didn't mean it. That was uncalled for." But I was already to far gone to acknowledge the apology, already walking towards the tony bathroom,.

I sat down on the lid of the toilet and felt hot tears run down my face. I put my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. I tried to take deep calming breaths.


'Aw little Harry is crying'

"No" I whispered while shaking my head to try to keep those thoughts away.

'Why don't you go crying to your mummy?' *laughter*

'You're just a stupid little faggot. What a disgrace. I bet even your mummy is ashamed of you. Who would love a faggot like you?'

"Fuck." I whispered as the tears came down more forcefully. The memories are making my skin itch for the blade or a lighter or something. Something I haven't felt or wanted in a long time. I don't have a blade with me so I resort to pinching myself until I make a mark. I do it once, and then again, and again, and again, and again until I'm satisfied. Pinching my skin isn't really enough but it will have to do for now.

I jump when I hear a soft knock on the door.

"Harry?" Louis says softly.

"What do you want?" I thank god that my voice doesn't sound strangled like I've been crying.

"You aren't gay are you?"

"So what if I am?" And fuck, did I really just say that?

"Shit, Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I of all people should know better. Look, I still don't like you but can we just start over? It would be better if we weren't at each others throats all the time. Or in this case me being at your throat you don't seem like you have anything against me besides the fact I just called you a fag."

And surprisingly I said okay and walked out of the bathroom pulling sown my sleeve. I offer him a hand shake as I meet his eyes and say, "Hi, I'm Harry." He smiles slightly and takes it.

"I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson. Nice to meet you."

~Later that night at the hotel~

Louis POV:

"Ashley, I called him a fag." I said quietly, trying not to wake Harry who is in the bed next to mine.

"Lou..." She said sighing. I could almost see the disappointment etched on her face.

"I know. The worse part is, is when I asked him if he was gay, he neither denied, nor confirmed it."

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said; so, what if I am? Ashley, what if people teased and bulled him because of his sexuality? What if they called him that all the time? What if his parents didn't approve? I mean not everyone is as great and understanding as my mom. He's never going to talk to me again, even if we are trying to start over. I really need to talk to him so I can get this article done."
"Then apologize."

I sighed. "I did... A lot"

"Oh. Well just be nice to him and maybe he will come through, yeah?"

I sighed again. "Yeah I guess your right."

"Of course I'm right."

"I feel really bad." I hear shuffling from the other bed and start to panic." Hey, Ashley I have to go, I think he's waking up."

"Ok, bye boo bear."

"Bye love" I hang up and put my phone on the bedside table and lay die trying to get some sleep. The last thing on my mind before I fall asleep is that I hope I didn't wake him and I hope he forgives me.

But little did Louis know that Harry was awake the whole time. A smile on the latters face when he realizes that Louis really is sorry and regrets what he said. And a few minutes later both the boys were asleep each one thinking of the other.



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