My Own Savior || Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 1

A/N: Thank you to all the people reading! I'm so grateful for each one of you! :) I'm also going to be updating a lot more since I have a lot of time on my hands now. As always I enjoy feedback, good or bad! <3 p.s. do any of you guys want there to be a bit of another romance in this? Let me know if so and which boys!

Harry's POV

"I... I'm Harry... Harry Styles," I managed to choke out, suddenly brought back to reality. I quickly shifted my gaze down to my hands, feeling a slight heat rise to my cheeks.

What the hell? No one ever affects me like this... much less a lad... I must be starting to lose it.

My thoughts were interrupted by a small chuckle, and I looked back up at the man... Louis? All my thoughts seemed so jumbled. "I know your name already, but it's nice to meet you Harry!" He exclaimed. Oh, right, he had just said my name.

"Sorry to have to wake you... but the authoritative figures get rather irritated if we don't keep everyone on a strict schedule," he said softly, standing to his full height, which wasn't really all that tall at all.

God, he is beautiful... but I'm straight. Pull yourself together Harry.

"It's no problem... Louis did you say?" I asked curiously; but trying to sound like I wasn't that interested in the matter.

"Yes, I'm Louis. Now lets get going before I get yelled at," he smiled as the words spilled from his perfect lips. I nodded slightly and slid off the bed, re-lacing my white converse shoes.

I followed the boy down the hall, and realized that I was a bit taller than him, even though I was sure he had to be older than I was.

We arrived at two white double doors after only a few seconds of walking, and he pushed the door open and held it for me. "Thanks," I gave him a glance as I got a weird feeling in my stomach, but I chose to ignore it. "No problem Harry," he smiled.

"Now, dinner is from seven to seven forty-five every night. If you miss it, they sadly won't let you eat that night... though I would personally change the rules if i was in charge. But it's policy," he sighed.

"No problem, I understand," I said glancing around the room at the various people arriving. I spotted a boy probably around my age with jet black hair, and piercing dark eyes in the corner of the dining hall. He sat alone, and had his arms folded tightly over his chest.

"Who... who is that?" I turned to Louis. His small lips pulled into a slight frown. "That's Mr. Zayn Malik... he is in level four, even though he has been here for about eight months. He's a bit of a troublemaker," Louis simply stated before lightly touching my arm.

"I've got to get back to work, but I’ll see you later I'm sure. Just go up to the counter there and they will give you your dinner. Someone will be here afterward to make sure you're okay for the night," he smiled and walked out the door before I had a chance to reply.

I shrugged and began walking toward the food line on the right side of the room. I walked up behind a boy with blonde hair and he turned hearing me walk up.

"Oh hey! I'm Niall! I haven't seen you here before... you must be new!" He said pleasantly and extended a hand to me. He had a thick Irish accent and braces on his teeth. "I'm Harry..." I said cautiously as we shook hands.

I had learned how to harden myself to making friends, or even talking to people, unless forced to. "Well Harry," he continued without skipping a beat, "Welcome to Linwood Park. If you'd like, I’ll be your friend. I don't really have many here... I guess not many people want to be friends with the kid who ended up here for being caught with hallucinogenics. People think I’m crazy...." His speech slowed as the said the last few words and stared at the cement ground.