Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Daydreamer

Author: larrywhylinson

Summary:Louis was always the one who cared too much. He’s more than shocked to encounter someone who cares just as much…perhaps more. He finally has a chance to be doted on, just as he’s wanted for years.

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“What do you want in a guy? What is it that you’re looking for?”

“I don’t really know what I want, if I’m honest.  Like, I’ve got a picture in my head, but I don’t even know if the guy I’m picturing even exists.  I hope he does, though.” Louis said almost dreamily.  A small smile spread across his face as he let his mind wander.

He shook himself from it and furrowed his brow.

“I want a daydreamer.”

 It was Louis’ second therapy session with his doctor, Anne.  Many failed relationships, including a few particularly rough ones, landed him there.  He was so against the idea at first…he didn’t want anyone to think that he was “crazy”…even though that’s how he felt.  After she thought he had shed too many tears and filled too many journals, his Mum sat him down and suggested it.  It took some prodding, but he made it.  So far, so good.

Anne seemed to understand him.  She didn’t pry too much, but she wasn’t standoffish.  She maintained the proper distance.  Louis didn’t let too many people into his circle, and she seemed to sense it.  She didn’t pry.

Louis had no idea what he was doing wrong. Was he even doing anything wrong? 

All he wanted was to settle down, but he just couldn’t seem to get the hang of it.  People were always leaving.  It was as though his heart was a revolving door. 

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“What do you mean when you say daydreamer? Can you expound on that for me?”  Anne put her glasses on, and tucked a piece of bright, red hair behind her ear.  Louis could tell that she was really listening, not just pretending.

He shifted in his seat as he tried to find the words.

“Right, okay, I want someone different.  You know? I want someone who can act like they’re my age, but think like they’re fifteen.  Someone who doesn’t have to take things so seriously all the time…except for love.”

“Why do you think you want that?”

Louis smirked. He knew what she was doing.

“What a very therapist thing to say.”

“It’s in my job description,” she said softly.  Her eyes were kind when she said, “Now, answer the question.”

“Uh-uh. Well, I guess I’m interested in that because it’s something I’ve never had? I’ve gone and tried just about everything else. Nothing’s worked.  I feel it’s only logical to move on to the next…or, I guess the last…option.”

X

Harry held the door open as his students filed in.“Good morning, good morning, good morning….Michael, hang up your coat…good morning, good morning…Violet, don’t hit!…good morning, Daisy, Phoebe…good morning!”

He sighed, “Welcome, class! Did everyone enjoy recess?”  He flashed a bright smile to the group of eight-year-olds.

The class erupted almost immediately in laughter and shouts of “Yes!” and “Can we go back!?”

Laughing, he said “Shhhh, shhhh…it’s time for class to start.  You’ll all have recess again tomorrow.  It’s time to start the lesson now.”