"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"No reason! I just... I love the way you look in the sunset."
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Larry Stylinson AU.
Louis and Harry are complete strangers, but Harry is persistent on the two of them being friends.
content warning: this story contains strong language, homophobia, abuse, mentions of eating disorders, and violence. read at your own discretion! <3
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"Why can't you just be glad that I'm happy?!"
"You don't need to go around making yourself look like a slut to be ha-"
Louis slammed the front door. He couldn't stand the yelling for one more second. His ears were ringing and his hands shook. It was never not loud in his house.
He practically ran to his car, bag over his shoulder. It didn't have much in it, but it was better than carrying things.
All of the neighbors were outside, playing football or throwing baseballs, enjoying the last of the not-dreadful cold. He had to admit, he was jealous. He liked football too, he wished they'd asked him to join them. Like when they were kids.
But he drove off, to a spot that was always empty and never loud, where the only noise was Louis' breathing and the click of the little green camera.
It was a bit of a drive, which he didn't mind either. He always played the radio station with old, staticky hippie music.
He drove by corn fields and empty plains full of tall grass. It was all signs he was close. It made him giddy and excited to be alone.
The song changed, and it was one he recognized. He bummed along to it as he parked the car and grabbed the blanket from the backseat. It was the blanket he usually used, a light green one.
He made his way to where he knew would give the best picture, and he climbed over a few rocks and hiked up a bit.
He finally made it and laid down the blanket, sitting with his legs crossed in front of him, reaching in his little bag.
He had forgotten he brought a snack, which was a bag of apple slices. He winded up his disposable camera and lifted it to his eyes. The sun was in the perfect position for his picture, and he snapped it.
Tonight, the sky was super orange. It was really pretty, and it made the flowers around him glow.
He knew he wouldn't stay for long, because Mark would get angry. So after he finished his apples, he got back up and went home.
What he didn't know, is the boy he'd soon meet was, in that moment, hunched over a toilet wondering why he didn't look like the other boys.
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A/N
first fanfic ive committed to writing so welcome and don't bully me or other people. feel free to bully k. from the wise words of harold, don't knock it til you try it. give my book a try -m , writer
feel free to bully m. If there's lots of errors that I missed its probably because there were too many for me to keep up with -k
