larry stylinson oneshots

stepbrothers?

"No, fuck you!" Harry yelled, slamming the door behind him. He stalked over to his bed and buried himself in the sheets. He felt the hot tears stream down his cheeks and soak his pillowcase below. He made himself smaller as he snuggled into the blankets. 

"It's so unfair," he thought. "So fucking unfair,". 

His mum, Anne, had just broken the news to him that her new boyfriend Mark and his son would be moving in with them next week. Harry usually wouldn't have a problem with something like this, but it was all happening so quickly, and Harry wanted to at least meet his son before sharing a house with him. He didn't want to have some strange boy move into the room across from him. He was happy for his mum and all, but he wasn't really prepared for this. 

He felt insanely bad for yelling at his mum like that, and he hated having a guilty conscience. He huffed and hauled himself out of bed, changing into a tank top and sweats. He grabbed his phone, AirPods, towel and water bottle and chucked them into a bag. He picked up his car keys and headed downstairs to his car. He saw his mum out of the corner of his eye in the kitchen, making lunch, but he continued on and hopped in his car. 10 minutes later, he pulled up at his gym and locked his car behind him. He greeted the assistant behind the desk and began his workout. 

The gym was his safe place, and the place where he felt happiest and the place where he could get away from everything. About half an hour into his workout, he noticed a new boy in the gym that he hadn't seen before. He looked to be only about five foot seven with short, fluffy hair styled messily into a fringe. He was being shown around by one of the buff gym owners, dwarfing his size even more. Harry could only see his back from where he was, so he decided to go fill his water bottle up at the fountain near the boy. He wiped his sweaty neck with his towel and headed over. Once he got over, he subtly craned his neck to get a glimpse of the boy watching the gym owner demonstrate the rower. Harry was blown away by the boy's beauty. He had defined cheek bones and a sharp jawline along with blue eyes that accentuated his whole face. Harry was a sucker for blue eyes. 

He let out a hot breath when the boy looked up through his fringe and made eye contact with Harry. Harry just gave him a friendly smile and screwed the cap on his over filled water bottle. The boy returned the gesture and faced back to continue watching the instructor. 

Harry fell asleep that night with images of the tiny boy on his mind. 

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The next morning, Anne knocked on his door. 

"Harry love, can we talk for a minute please?" she asked. Harry just replied with a muffled yes and turned in his bed to face his mum as she entered the room and placed herself on his bed. 

"I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise you I wouldn't have made this decision if I didn't one hundred percent believe that it would work. You've met Mark a few times and you seem to really get along," she paused for breath. "And his son, Louis, is your age and has similar interests to you. I really think you guys could be good friends and learn to live with each other," she finished. 

Harry just shrugged and gave Anne a weak smile. She leaned in to give him a hug and Harry bent forwards to meet her halfway. She stroked his curls and hugged him lovingly. 

"I am really sorry for the horrible timing of this darling, but I genuinely think you could find a friend in Louis and a father figure in Mark," she soothed, rubbing her hand up and down his back. 

"Yeah I can help show him around school and stuff?" he suggested weakly. 

'That sounds wonderful baby, thank you,' Anne smiled. "You should probably start getting dressed for school, it's nearly 7:30," she chuckled, pushing herself off of his bed.