Dirty Secret | Larry Stylinson AU (Boyxboy)

Chapter 13

Wow guys it's been a while. Lot of stuff happened since I last posted a chapter!

Lets start with Lou-Lou breaking up (finally). Great choice. Was about time mate.

Then Zayn leaving the band. Bad choice but whatever makes you happy.

Now, Harry being in LA and the other boys in GB. Well boy get your ass up and move over to your bf. We are waiting for some cute coulpley selfies. Thanks.

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When the times are bad you are used to live in memories. Good memories. Happy memories. And so Harry did. He never left his spot on the couch for a minute, wrapped in blankets, slightly rocking forth and back. Basically he was there. His body was in the flat on the couch wrapped in blankets. His mind was far away. Back in the past more than five years ago somewhere lost in the wide halls of a high school.

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Harry turned around biting on his lower lip. He really had no clue where to go. It was his first day (he moved to a new town) at this High School and he already felt like the little nerdy boy who won’t get any friends. He sighed and wrapped his arms stronger around his books. The other people here ran around bumping into him not caring if he dropped his books or not. Harry got more scared about this school with every moment passing. No one tried to talk to him. They just shove him around and laugh when his books fell down.  He felt tears burning in his eyes and he ran through the corridor to the next toilet.

Maybe he could hide. Maybe it would get better if he stay in there. Maybe this horrible day would be over soon. Harry thought that he really had to have a serious conversation with karma when he walked in the toilet backwards, turned around and (again) bumped into someone.

“Oops…” He stuttered and tried to pick up his books.

“Hi.” There was this high-pitched voice.

And Harry couldn’t help but looked up and his eyes met the most beautiful blue eyes he ever seen in his 15 year old life.

The other boy smiled and handed him some of his books. Harry still stood there not able to move. The boy in front of him had feathery kind of caramel colored hair, thin lips and he was just a few inches taller than him. He was dressed in some red chinos, a white shirt with black stripes, suspenders and black TOMs (he still dresses like this – even years later).