Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Take My Hand 💚

Summary: Harry is a famous singer and Louis' a fan in high school (I know it's popular and I use it a ton but I love these fics so much aha)

(bookworm Louis, too)

Words: 1,040

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Louis hummed absentmindedly to whatever Liam, his best friend, was saying while neatly slipping books to and from his locker. He brought two books to school that day and finished both of them during free period and lunch.

Liam has seriously discussed therapy, though Louis said books were free therapy.

But because of that, he had no other choice than to listen to Liam rant about how fucked in the head Mrs. Lamentinena was. And only a sliver of the conversation had to do with her odd last name.

She was a 79-year-old teacher who taught music. The lady was skilled at what she did, especially with the flute and harp, but her temper always got the best of her, making her the most unlikeable teacher in the large school. Even beats Mr. Nancy who's older, older than dirt itself. In his class, you'd have a 99.5% chance of dying from boredom. Despite listening and having great grades, Louis couldn't help but agree with that bit.

"Lou, she gave me detention for using the wrong end of the flu- Louis, are you even listening?" Liam paused, inspecting his best friend.

"Nope."

Liam rolled his eyes. "What an amazing friend you are. Fine, I'll go rant to Zayn. I'm sure he'd love to listen to interesting rants about Mrs. Lamen- I'm not even going to try it again."

"Yeah only because the lad's whipped for you."

Louis held back a laugh at Liam's mock-offended face. "Don't forget you're driving me home though!"

Liam huffed playfully and ruffled Louis' hair. "You're lucky I love you and your sassy self." 

Louis grinned, shutting his locker and watching Liam take off down the hall.

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Louis' Friday nights consisted of him curled up in his room, oversized sweaters and hoodies, and many movies.

Plus occasionally a box of tissues for when he needed a good cry.

His mum was working a lot, but today he came home to a surprise when she was dressed not too fancy, but casual, going outwear.

"You look nice," He smiled, plopping on the couch and taking yet again another book of the coffee table. "Where you off to?"

Jay sat down next to her son, looking up from her phone. "An old friend's coming over. She has a son too that's around your age, Lou. I think you'll get along great."

Louis hummed nonchalantly. Unless it was Harry Styles, he couldn't find himself being totally excited for it. "Really? What's his name?"

Jay opened her mouth to say something, but Louis' phone lit up. He pursed his lips and looked over at it, wondering who in their right mind would think he would answer the phone on a Friday.

Incoming call from ZAYNIEKINS

Jay laughed at the contact name. She stood up and went to the door when a knock sounded throughout while Louis reluctantly set his book aside and picked up the phone.

"LOUEH!"

Louis blinked, pulling the phone away from his ear. "Hello to you too Zayn."

"Fuck off. Anyway, that guy you're obsessed with is in Doncaster."

Louis almost dropped the phone in shock. "Wait- you're telling me Harry Styles is in Donny?"

Zayn hummed, shuffling around with something on his side. "Oh please say you didn't call me when you and Liam are having sex," Louis groaned. It's happened once and it only needs to happen once. Louis didn't want to go through that again.

"No, you idiot. You really have no faith in me."

"Absolutely none."

The two chatted about random shit before Louis heard Jay calling from him. He said goodbye, changed his clothes from the crappy shirt he had on since his school didn't like hoodies (that should be illegal), and changed into an oversized yellow one.

Louis ignored the mirror and bounded downstairs, pulling the sleeves over his hands. "Hey, Mum."

"Louis, love, this is Anne. Her son unfortunately was busy so he's not here now, but you'll meet him soon." Louis smiled at the woman and went to shake her hand. "Lovely to meet you."

Anne smiled warmly. "It's nice to meet you too, Louis. I'm sure Harry will adore you."

Harry. So that was his name, Louis thought. The blue-eyed boy sat down on the couch next to his mum and pulled his legs underneath him. Jay and Anne talked about embarrassing stories of Louis and Harry's childhood, the boy wanting nothing more than to run away to his room. But since that would be rude, he bore through.

Despite that, once Anne mentioned Harry's last name, everything went completely chaos in his mind.

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Harry fucking Styles is coming to his house to hang out with him while Anne and his mum go out.

Louis didn't even try to look good because it would be a pointless attempt but he did at least dress in something other than sweatpants and hoodies. Well, he kept the hoodie on but had the decency to change his sweats to jeans.

After trying to put his thoughts into words for Liam for a good hour, Liam gave up with the task of calming the anxious boy down, and instead just did his best to distract him.

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"C'mon Haz, he's adorable. You'll love him."

Harry sighed lightly. He didn't have a problem with meeting the boy his mum keeps talking about, but he was also busy.

"Mum I've got a show tomorrow night. You know how grumpy Jeremy gets when I miss like ten minutes!" Harry said, giving his mother his best puppy eyes even though he knows he sucks at them.

Anne pursed her lips, in deep thought. But then her features lit up line a Christmas tree. "Take him to the arena with you then! Jay said he's an amazing singer."

Harry thought it over, but it didn't take long for him to give in. Maybe some company would be nice.

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This is gonna be 2 parts since I have actually no clue what to do with this (ideas are appreciated ;)