Larry Stylinson Oneshots

setting fire to our insides for fun

Author: whalesongs

Summary: harry styles is the hufflepuff pining after a blue eyed slytherin.

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Perhaps if the quidditch pitch was bigger, harry might be capable of taking his eyes off a particular slytherin boy with warm skin and bright eyes. but then again, it’s hard to take one’s eyes off louis tomlinson in general, his cheerful smile and name plastered over half the school. he was quidditch prodigy. and it definitely could not be ignored the purity of his blood, not when it practically ran on the outside as well as the in. he was gorgeous, in all ways known to harry. anyone would have to be blind not to notice. or maybe just plainly straight.

louis looks close to invincible on his broom, swooping and ducking quickly after the snitch, proving himself as slytherin’s best seeker in years and with just twenty minutes until the sport was about to begin, harry’s bones were rattling in his skin with excitement mixed with something that felt a lot like nerves.

“why don’t you just talk to him?” zayn asked, nodding towards louis chatting with his teammates just metres away as the two friends made their way towards the pitch. harry rolled his eyes, flicking away his curly hair that’s continuously being blown messily over his eyes by the cool morning breeze. he’d heard this before, zayn constantly insinuating harry’s embarrassing shyness around louis, and each time he’d tried to ignore exactly how accurate his best friend was.

“i can’t, zayn.” harry groaned, forcing his gaze away from louis and his friends.

“why not? just walk over and say hi. wish him luck or something,” zayn suggested, “and maybe he’ll let you give him a quickie before the game starts.”

“sod off.” harry muttered, shoving zayn in the shoulder.

“hey, i’m only trying to boost your game.” zayn teased, nudging harry back playfully.

“he probably doesn’t even know who i am, anyway.” harry admitted, scuffing his feet along the grass.

zayn halted to a stop, grabbing harry’s arm and pulling him around to face him.

“harry, for merlin’s sake, you’ve been pining after this guy since third year. don’t you think it’s about time you talked to him?”

in any other case harry would gladly strike up a conversation with someone new. but louis, man was he something else, completely new territory and certainly no newbie in harry’s mind. he walked with confidence. but if typical slytherin traits were true, then louis didn’t nearly live up to the house’s negative reputation. harry was still entranced. however, despite that, he’d never think of himself to be able to talk to louis. after all, he was just a small hufflepuff boy. merely dust in louis’ eyes.

“i have talked to him.” harry argued weakly. zayn raised an eyebrow, amused expression.

“stuttering a pathetic ‘no worries’,” zayn raises his pitch mockingly. “when he asks to borrow a quill in potions does not count as talking.”

“but –“

“look, if you don’t talk to him, i’ll drag you over there myself and tell him all about your unhealthy obsession.” zayn threatened, but despite smiled fondly at harry, knowing he’d have to agree with zayn at some point.

“you wouldn’t.” harry frowned. “and i’m not obsessed!”

chuckling, zayn continued walking, harry stumbling slightly on his own feet as he attempted to catch up.

“it’s not all that bad, harry. all you have to do is introduce yourself, wish the guy good luck. not that they need it. bloody cheats.”

“he’s not a cheat.” harry exclaims and zayn raises his eyebrows. “besides, it’s not that easy. what if he tells me to piss off?”