1D One Shots { BoyxBoy} *REQUESTS OPEN*

I need you darling, come on set the tone. {Larry Stylinson}

Harry Styles was a very well known artist, his paintings getting sold for hundreds a piece, but that's not enough for him. The twenty seven year old feels alone, his paintings are an insight into how Harry feels all the time. 

Louis is a photographer, fresh out of university and determined to make a mark on the world and have his name remembered for generations. 

One night the pair meet in a bar, Harry introduces himself to the beautiful boy and it goes well. Harry has the talent to paint what Louis captures on his camera and they agree to work together. Maybe they fall in love during the time they spend together. 

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"Harry I don't know how you do this every time but you've painted another master piece. This one will hang above my fire place in my hall. It fits well, very good job young man." A chubby woman in her late forties hands Harry a nice amount of cash (£800 but who's counting?) and waddles out of Harry's front door with a very big smile on her round face.

Smiling to himself, Harry put the money in his pocket. He needed new paints, nice paints, and this money will be spent on only the best. None of that £5 shit you find in a party shop. No, Harry has always had a liking to expensive paints. But that's all. He still had an old iPhone 4, the screen smashed. His laptop had missing keys and a busted CD dive but he didn't care, they still worked so they had a purpose to him.

Harry's next painting was still unknown to him, his inspiration level low at the moment. He's painted it all. Dancing ballerinas, old men playing poker and he's even had a go at painting the Queen (earning a nice amount of money for that particular piece) but he had no idea what to do now.

"Damn it." Harry scowled, kicking his boot into the wall. He hated having a block, it was horrible. It was like all his creative skill was gone and he couldn't even hold a pencil properly. "Fuck it." Harry sighed. 

Walking towards his front door again, he grabbed his long trench coat and put it on over his animal printed shirt. The coat reached down to his thighs, his ripped skinny jeans making him look poorer than he really was but it was for fashion (his secret love affair) and he didn't really care what people thought of him. When Harry looked in the mirror, he always saw his depressed reflection. Not that he minded, he's gotten used to be sad all the time. In fact, he felt like he was indebted to his depression, his feelings of self hatred helped him paint amazing things.

When Harry felt like he was ready to actually go out into the cold December wind, he opened his door and stood outside. This was a regular thing for him to do, but right now it was freezing and Harry needed a drink. As he made his way down to his favourite bar, Harry hummed a tune and watched his breath come out his mouth like smoke (he always did like pretending to smoke.)

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Louis was hyped on god knows what his friend Zayn put in his drink, but he was very much awake even though he only got three hours sleep last night. After getting out of university Louis was on a mission. He bought himself a nice camera, left Doncaster and moved into a small flat in the middle of  London. It was loud and busy, all day and it was perfect for Louis to take pictures.

"Hey, Lou calm down yeah?" Zayn laughed because for once Louis was smiling and having fun.

"Nooo. Let's go get a drink!" Louis giggled, his hair sticking to his forehead. If anyone else saw them now, they'd assume the pair just had sex. Louis was sweaty, red faced and Zayn had a dazed smile on his face.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Tomlinson." But Zayn agreed, grabbing his and Louis' coat because soon enough Louis will cool down and start shivering in the cold winter. It was going to be the first of January tomorrow and Zayn knew the cold weather of London was just starting.