larry- one shots

a real work of art

Harry looked in the mirror and pouted. His hair had slowly been getting more and more curly and his gel couldn't really hold it in place anymore. That, of course, left it looking like rather crunchy twigs that were randomly protruding from his otherwise nicely combed hair. He ran his hand down the front of his shirt that he'd ironed the night before and took stock of his brand new jeans. Well, even if his senior year was going to be about as exciting as the rest of his high school experience, at least he felt like he looked as good as could be expected.

Harry grabbed his bookbag and was slowly making his way down the stairs to ensure he didn't slip (like he was prone to do) when he heard his mom's voice coming down the hall from the kitchen.

"Jay, I don't know how you survive the first day of school with so many kids. It's just Harry at home these days, and even with it just being him, the first day of school still has my stomach in knots."

Harry bit his lip. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he was curious what more she'd say. She was always so unfiltered around Jay, and Harry rarely got her honest thoughts, so he decided a little longer wouldn't hurt.

For as long as Harry could remember, he had lived next to the Tomlinsons, and Jay had been his mom's best friend the entire time as well. She had been like a second mom to Harry while he and Louis had been inseparable, but that was before he and Louis began running with very different social circles. Slowly, they'd just stopped hanging out. It wasn't like they had a fight or a big falling out, they just didn't have much in common anymore. That didn't stop the two moms from having their weekly "Mom Dates", though.

"God, I know. I always worry he'll forget about something, or that he might be getting bullied and I don't know about it. Or what if he's completely miserable and he's afraid to say anything? What if he didn't make the right choices for his classes and he hates them? There's always something popping into my head as to how it could all go wrong. Of course those fears are mostly gone by the second week of school, but it doesn't mean they aren't there for the first day every single year."

Harry rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't worth hiding out to hear this conversation. They weren't talking about anything exciting at the moment anyway, so he finished his slow descent to the first floor and dropped his bag by the door.

"Harry? Is that you?" Anne called out.

Harry finished sliding into the kitchen on his brand new white socks and saluted. "Yep, it's me."

"Jay, I'm gonna go. Gotta make sure we get him to school on time and you know they've been talking about that change in the light signal, so I'm a little concerned how that will affect the rhythm of the drop off this year. Yeah. Okay, good luck!"

Harry smiled a little as his mom made kissing sounds into the phone. She only ever did that for her family and Jay, but for some reason it made him smile every time she did.

"Okay. Cereal okay for this morning? I was going to do eggs, but then Jay called."

"It's like seven in the morning, why is she calling you this early?" Harry asked as he pulled out the Corn Pops. He barely texted his friends at this hour, much less thought of calling them, but his mom was more of a morning person than he was.

"Oh come on. It doesn't matter what time it is if you know they're awake. She's up with her kids and she knew I'd be up with you." Anne sipped her coffee. "Okay. Let's get this last first day of hell over, yeah?"

Harry's eyes nearly bugged out. "Mom!"

Anne just laughed. "What? I know you aren't looking forward to today any more than I am, so let's not lie to ourselves, hm?"