fuckboy love [larry]

[four]

harry was exhausted after so much running. flats aren't the best for escaping your ennemies.

fortunately, the fuckboy didn't run after him. harry probably would've thrown himself to the ground and play dead like a possum.

that would've been humiliating.

suddenly, there was a ding from his phone. he scrambled from his bed, grabbing the piece of technology laying on his bedside table.

notification: you've just received a message from sexibritboy!

he unlocked it, going to his kik.

sexibritboy: hey

you: hi

sexibritboy: was that you at the park?

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harry just stared at the message. he couldn't believe it. that boy was louis.

he had met louis and screamed at him, reciting something from dora.

this was even more embarrassing.

you: yah

sexibritboy: u were rly funny:P

sexibritboy: and u looked rly cute

harry felt himself blush against his will. no, you can't fall for a fuckboy. that's pathetic.

but still, harry couldn't deny the attraction he felt for this guy he hardly knew.

you: thanks

you: and I'm sorry for screaming at you

you: you stressed me out

sexibritboy: why?

you: well, usually straight boys come to make fun of me

you: and since i didn't recognize you, I took you for a heterosexual male

you: sorry again

sexibritboy: nah it's okay

sexibritboy: but i'd rly like to meet u harry