fuckboy love [larry]

[five]

harry thought about it. maybe meeting this lad wouldn't be so bad. he could actually be very nice.

you: sure

sexibritboy: yay!:)

you: where?

you: like, where should we meet?

sexibritboy: umm

sexibritboy: the same park could be good

sexibritboy: at 1 if ur not busy?

you: that's good:)

sexibritboy: wow first time u seem happy;)

you: don't make me regret this louis

harry felt nervous, but also a bit excited to meet louis.

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the next morning, harry felt like shit. he went to bed at 1am, since he wouldn't stop over thinking about the meet up. but more importantly, what he was going to wear.

he slipped out his bed an wandered down the stairs, in the kitchen.

the smell of chocolate pancakes filled the air. the ones his mom made were his favourite thing in the world after fashion blogs.

he wolfed them down, to make his way to the living room to watch television.

he ended up watching all the molly ringwald movies on Netflix, including his favourite, the breakfast club.

seeing as it was almost 12, he scrambled upstairs to get dressed.

he had decided on a more casual look for louis. pairing up his green and pink flannel along with a slim pair of pink jeans, he ran down the stairs.

he put on his metallic fancy shoes. but he had forgotten something. he ran upstairs again to grab a white flower crown, his favourite.

he was now ready to go. he got out the door to meet his destiny.

he just hoped louis wasn't going to wear tube socks.

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louis got up, feeling refreshed. he was going to meet harry.

getting out of his bed, he got out of boxers, putting on new ones. he put on his red and white vans baseball shirt along with black skinny jeans.

he maybe, possibly, wanted to impress harry.

but he still put on sneakers and a snapback.

getting out of the house, he rode early to the park on his skateboard.

he wanted to be sure niall and zayn wouldn't be there. one, they would bully harry for his clothes and two, he didn't want them to question his being with that sort of person.

that would lead them to question his sexuality, and he didn't want that yet.

seeing as the park was deserted, he sat down on the nearest bench, waiting for harry's arrival.

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harry made his way to the park, his walk a bit faster. he felt eager to meet louis now.

as he got to the park, he saw someone sitting on the bench with a skateboard. louis.

he had his head down, so he couldn't see him arriving.

"hi louis"

the smaller boy looked, his blue eyes sparkling. harry couldn't help but stare and get lost in their beauty.

"hey harry." he motioned him to sit down. he took a place beside him.

"I like the flowers. cute."

" wow, you sure don't sound like a fuckboy."

" only for you." louis said, smiling. the corners of his eyes crinkled and harry was sure he died.

" so, umm, you skate?" he asked, feeling stupid after. it was obvious he skated.

"yah, can you?"

" maybe in another world, but in this one, I can't put two feet on it without falling on my ass" harry said with a small laugh.

" I could show you then!" louis took harry's hand in his, pulling him from the bench.

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after a few hopeless tries, harry could still not skate and they were both tired.

"i should probably go home, it's getting kind of late." harry said, looking at his phone. it was already 4.

they had spent the day together. he smiled a bit at the thought.

"sure, i'll text you though. speaking of which, why don't we exchange numbers?" louis asked.

so they did.