Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Happy Halloween, Harry Styles.

Author:wannabebestseller

Summary:Rich Harry meets bad boy Louis at a Halloween party and is meant to throw him out, but things get a little steamy, a little dicey, and a little weird. Twist ending and the fluffiest fluff. Happy Halloween.

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Summer was but a whispered memory now that rainy Autumn had come rolling in. By mid September, Harry’s friends were already buzzing about who would be hosting their annual Halloween party, and what costumes they would wear.

Harry had absolutely no idea, if he was honest, but he blurted out something random anyway. “I’m doing a ballerina,” he joked.

A round of hoops and hollers from his friends told Harry that he was definitely going to be doing just that.

Harry didn’t exactly know where to even get a ballerina costume, so he had to have the awkward conversation with his dad so that he could have one made for him.

Of course, it wouldn’t be an issue. Harry was rich rich. At eighteen years old, his allowance was roughly £20,000 a month. So, much like the rest of him, the costume would be adorned with precious jewels.

Harry was a nice person, he never looked down on those with less money than him. And yet somehow, he got wrapped up into his friend group, who definitely did not feel the same.

They would roam the halls, covered in luxury brand clothing and flashy jewelry. All the while Harry kept to his sneakers and pearls.

It didn’t matter that he corrected them and stood up for the kids that they picked on, because he was the richest of them all. They’d never talk back to him. Much to Harry’s dismay, he had the entire school wrapped around his ringed finger.

Over a month long process later, and Harry’s costume was ready. He looked in the mirror as his assistant slipped the garments on one by one. A silky smooth, bright pink unitard with a wired bodice that clung close to his skin, hung on with white velvet straps. Flared out from his hips was a stiff, baby pink tutu, decorated with gold scrolls to match his neckline. Frilly tule armbands sat atop his biceps, and rolled up his legs were the softest white tights.

This definitely wouldn’t help with the gay rumours, but Harry never actually cared. He had nearly the entire football team begging for him. He wondered what they would think about his outfit tonight… not that he would give them the time of day anyway. Nobody excited him.

“Do you like it, Mr. Styles?” Asked the timid Miss Gates.

Harry realized he had been standing there staring at himself in silence. “Like it? Oh Sandra, it’s perfect. I love it, really. Your attention to detail is always so impressive. Thank you very much, ma’am,” he responded sincerely.

She blushed and thanked him for the compliments, leaving him to finish getting ready for the party.

He put some sparkly highlighter on his cheekbones, collarbones, and shoulders, along with some expensive mascara.