It's Just A Game. [Larry Fanfic]

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson completely shipped 'Larry Stylinson.' They would purposefully flirt and cuddle and look cute for their fans, because they loved making their fans happy. It was just a game to them. They always tried to see who could push each other the farthest, who could act the cutest and most loving. Though then came a fateful day when they were doing a concert and a fan girl asked them to do the unthinkable for her birthday - to kiss. Will this kiss take a toll on one of them? Is it just a game between them any more - or has this game turned into real life?"

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1. Louis.

Louis POV~

I moved my knight forward and smiled at my curly haired opponent. He stared intently at the board in front of us, deciding on his next move. He moved his queen and I smirked, seeing my chance. I moved my rook and placed it in front of the king. "Checkmate," I said.

 

"What?" Harry asked, missing his fatal move. "We're playing again."

 

"You know I'm just going to beat you again, Harry. I always do."

 

"I'll beat you eventually Lou. You're gonna let all your wins get to your head, make one mistake, and then I'll be the victor. You're going to fall while I rise and stand triumphantly." He smiled at me. "or you just might make me fall with you."

 

"Either way - it seems irrational."

 

He stared at me with his emerald eyes. "well then, Mr. Tomlinson, let the games begin."

 

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I looked out the window, not being able to keep the memories from my head. I kept thinking about "The X Factor" days and how we all became a band. It was strange, because the memories just creeped into my mind inconspicuously and I didn't even know why. I remembered the video diaries and how ridiculous I was. I had toned it down a little through the past year but I was still a little nuts. "And I'd Marry you Harry, because it rhymes." I smirked at that thought, how it was probably the first Larry moment.

 

I definitely shipped Larry Stylinson. So did Harry. My smirk faltered as I remembered other Larry moments, but all those early ones happened before any fan had come up with Larry Stylinson, before Harry and I made shipping us into a game. We had those moments naturally. I looked at Harry in the seat next to me, having dozed off. He was my best mate and I loved him like he was my own family. And yet, I didn't believe that. I suppose I love Harry more than my family. I shook my head. This is too much to think about, especially before a show.

 

We arrived to the stadium where we were to do our performance and got out of the car. We walked by the fans and stopped to take pictures, Harry putting his arm around my waist. I leaned my head in closer to his, smiling at the cameras.

 

"This is huge," he said, looking at me.

 

"Bigger than any other show," I replied, looking at him so our faces were very close. We smiled and turned back to the fans. We always did that. Harry and I shipped Larry Stylinson because the fans loved it. We purposely got close and flirted and we ended up turning it into a game. We'd see who could act the cutest or see who would go the farthest. We always tried to push each other, and since I can let situations get ahead of me, I'd do the more brash things, which ultimately made me winning in this game.

 

Once we were backstage, we met some guests with backstage passes and took pictures with them. I looked at the screen backstage that showed the stage and audience. The crowd was honestly the biggest we had performed in front of. Sure, we had been on live TV, but this crowd was right in front of us. I was almost a little nervous.

 

"Nervous?" Harry asked/

 

"A little. You see this crowd?" I said.

 

"Massive." He rubbed m arms from behind me. "You'll be great, though."

 

I looked around, not seeing any fans. Why would he be rubbing my arms like this? I shook my head again. We do this all the time. Even if Larry Stylinson never existed we'd still be close. Without fans we sit close. We don't make as many sexual innuendos but we're best mates. We have a deep friendship. Why he hell am I thinking so much today?

 

"Five minutes boys!"

 

I sighed and checked my hair. Then we went out onto the stage and the cheers were incredible. I smiled. It just felt so right to be on stage with the boys. All my nerves disappeared and we started to sing. It was riveting. Exhilarating. I was doing what I loved with my best mates and the only thing I could think about was the band and my fans. I loved them all. I considered myself one of the luckiest people in the world. I got to spend time with four amazing people and have giant crowds of people telling me how much they admire us.

 

"We'd like to thank you for coming out tonight," Niall said to the crowd, they cheered crazily. "what's that?" he asked, squatting down and put his ear close to a girl. "Oh it's your birthday huh? You want us to sing happy birthday to you?" The crowd screamed, meaning yes. "Come on boys," Niall said. "What's  your name? Rosie? Nice name. Okay, lets sing happy birthday to Rosie!" And so we did sing it, the crowd joining in with us, and we all cheered after. "Anything else you'd like?" Niall asked. She said something and he started to crack up laughing. "That's what you want? Alright, I'll ask them." He turned to Harry and I.

 

"What's she want, Niall?" I asked.

 

"Well, it looks like she's a fan of Larry Stylinson," Niall replied, and Harry and I smiled at each other. "For her seventeenth birthday, she just wants to see you kiss."

 

The crowd cheered extremely loud and Harry and I just looked at each other. I didn't know what to do. Kiss him? Kiss his cheek? What? Then Zayn of course started to chant "kiss" and the crowd started it on it. Hell, everyone did, even the crew backstage. Harry and I smiled at each other, "It looks like we have no choice," Harry said into the mic, making the crowd scream.

 

"Forget about 'Just say no' i guess," I said and I felt my heart beating rapidly. Cameras were being pulled out instantly and I knew we had to make it count for them. There were plenty of pictures of us where it looked like we were kissing but actually we weren't. So i moved his hair out of the way, making the screams louder, and then I kissed him. The crowd was ridiculously loud, but as I kissed him I could only think of the fact that his lips felt incredible. I knew the fans got a clear picture of it and it was probably all over the internet already. I let go of his lips, feeling like we lingered on kissing too long. We smiled at the crowd and I found myself too nervous to look at Harry. Why did his lips have to feel so nice against mine?

 

After the show, we all went to the hotel and sat in Liam's room. We didn't talk about the kiss surprisingly. We just sat and talked about the show itself and the show for next week. I got onto the internet and saw so many tweets about out kiss. Hell, it was even on the news already. It was a horrible idea. I kissed him and even though it made me ahead in our game, it made people question me to be somewhat gay in order to kiss your best mate. They of course suspected me of being gay, and a few said Harry was the bisexual flirt. Unbelievable. They said we were both feminine but I dressed "gay" which is bad, because that's stereotyping. I shook my head for the hundredth time that night. Harry and I went to our room, because even though we told the media we shared a room when we were on tour to play the game, we actually did share a room. As i entered the room I realized how much of our Larry moments were very true and not for the fans.

 

"Are you okay, Louis?" Harry asked, because he could always tell when something was bothering, but I didn't even know what was truly bothering me.

 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told him, sitting next to him on the couch. "Just... tired."

 

"Everyone says they're tired when they're really okay."

 

He fell over so he was in my lap. He put his hands behind his head and smiled up at me. "Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

 

I smiled bigger. "You hardly even kissed me. I was the one who had to kiss you."

 

"well if it counts for anything, you're a great kisser Louis."

 

I laughed, and I felt slightly flattered. "What happens if someone asks us to kiss again?"

 

"I'll be sure to kiss you back."

 

"Pretty soon we're going to get peer pressured into being an actual couple."

 

"Just say no! No means no!"

 

I laughed, "I hope Eleanor doesn't get jealous."

 

"I hope so, because I'm already jealous." He sat up and said, "I'm gonna go shower. I'll be out shortly for dinner."

 

Once he was in the bathroom, I kept thinking about how close we really were. Did we really ship Larry Stylinson, or are we genuinely behaving this way? Is it a game anymore? I felt my lips, thinking about how he didn't kiss me. Who kisses their best friend? If someone kissed their friend and said it wasn't anything, then I'd think you'd have to be pretty gay to kiss him. Once again, I shook my head. I'm being ridiculous.

 

It's just a game.

 

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Next update: I DUNNOO xD

Well, there you have it. The Larry Stylinson couple! 

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