Larry Stylinson Oneshots

🍓Strawberries and Cigarettes🚬

On a very lonely valentines day, Harry's car breaks down in an unknown alleyway, where he bumps into a blue-eyed boy who takes him back seven years ago on the same day.

Basically, ex's to lovers haha

Inspired by the song 'Strawberries and Cigarettes' by Troye Sivan. Both are 25, look like how they're in the Mb.

This had been in my drafts for over three months now, writers block is a real bitch 😭

Hope you enjoy it!
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"God fucking dammit!" Harry groaned as the car failed to start for the fifth time in a row. He was running out of fuel and stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Nowhere, meaning a dark alleyway his GPS had to lead him to.

He sighed and sat on the seat, hanging his bag on the door as he tried to dial Niall. His efforts, however, went in vain for the area lacked network coverage, and all he could was try to start the car again.

With much difficulty, he opened the bonnet, a whiff of black smoke hitting his face as he did. Coughing, he moved aside, clutching onto the open door as he tried to find a pack of tissues. After managing to grab a pack, he wiped his face clean, immediately turning his attention back to the evidently damaged part of the automobile-

When the heavens felt he needed more trouble, and his brand new jacket got caught in the gap between the opening of the bonnet and the car.

He tugged slowly at it, trying to not tear it in the process, groaning again as the jacket refused to budge.

In the struggle and hustle of everything, Harry hadn't heard footsteps approach him.

"Need help there, love?"

"Oh god, yes-" Harry turned around to look at the source of the voice and his heart dropped to his stomach as they caught each other's eyes.

Harry checked the time. It was eleven pm- bedtime. He wished his mum goodnight and ran upstairs, to his room.

After changing into an outfit he thought Louis would like, he sat on the bed, waiting for his mum to go to sleep, picking his nails and bouncing his leg.

He soon heard the click of the light switch and soft footsteps, followed by the unmistakable sound of the door lock. Ten more minutes and when he was sure Anne would be asleep, he grinned to himself, pulled his boots from under the bed, and opened the window.

He looked toward his right, then left, glad his step-dad had left the ladder outside after cleaning the rooftop: It made getting back in much easier.

The coast was clear, but Louis wasn't there yet.

He sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding against his ribs. Without wasting another second, he leapt out of the window.

He landed on the grass with a soft thump. Quickly sliding his boots on, he jumped the fence and looked around for Louis.

"Tsk, curly, here!"

He turned to his right and saw him standing on the other side of the road. He smiled and waved and Louis smiled back as Harry jogged towards him.

"Why weren't you outside my window?"
"Too risky, someone could have seen me." He whispered as they began their walk.

Louis- Harry's best friend. They'd known each other since they were six and Harry had been pining over him since they were twelve. He was pretty sure he was in love. But it was only in the final year of their high school that they discussed it. The feelings were mutual.