Larry one shots

Church Camp

N/A: OKAY HAPPY LARRYVERSARRY, TODAY I GOT ASKED TO HOMECOMING BY THE BOY I LIKE AND MY BRAIN WAS LIKE "LARRY LUCK!!!!!" I OBVIOUSLY SAID YES! WHEN I GOT HOME I SCREAMED, AND THE DAY BEFORE HE HELPED ME PICK OUT MY HOMECOMING DRESS AND HE SAID I LOOK BEAUTIFUL, I'M SCREAMING!!!

Basically, this story is going to be about Harry and Louis being sent to this church camp, they meet and things start getting a little more fun since they both didn't want to go to the camp in the first place. BTW the first day they get there is a Monday.

TW: Panic Attack

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"See you in a week Haz, have fun and behave," Harry's mom Anne told him as he got out of the car, "I will mum, don't worry," She smiled at him. "Love you, Harry," he smiled at her, "Love you too, mum,"

Once Anne started to drive off Harry let out a sigh, he did not want to be there. Harry was gay but he hasn't come out to his mom or anyone in his family, he was scared, he knew his church didn't support the LGBTQ+ community. There were other churches going to this camp this week, and Harry knew that they were just going to be the same as his church, all straight and homophobic.

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Louis was in the camp setting up his cabin, there was only one other bed that wasn't taken and he was hoping a cute boy would be the one to take that bed. You heard right, a cute boy. Louis was gay, he was out to most of his family and friends, and his church was supportive, the only person that didn't know was his mom, and the hard part was, was that he couldn't tell her. She passed away about a year ago, losing her fight to cancer.

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Louis' POV:

I was laying on the bed that I chose, reading one of the books that I brought, after about five minutes I hear the door to the cabin open and I see my cabin leader and a curly-headed boy next to him. He was beautiful, his eyes were my favorite shade of green, he smiled a shy smile at me, his cheeks curving in a bit. 

I smiled back and waved at him, he waved at me with a soft blush on his cheeks, his smile becoming bigger and his dimples becoming more prominent. "Louis, this is Harry, and Harry this is Louis. You guys will be cabin mates for the week, I'm going to go talk with some of the other counselors, I want you guys to get to know each other. The bell will ring in about an hour and a half, at that time you guys will come to the mess hall for dinner," our cabin leader told us, we both looked at him and nodded our heads before he left the cabin again.

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3rd Person POV:

Harry put his bag on the bed, "Hi," he murmured, Louis smiled, "Hi," the awkward tension was building and Louis didn't like that. "So... how old are you, Harry?" Harry sat on the bed facing him, "I just turned sixteen about two weeks ago, what about you?" 

"I'm seventeen, I'll be eighteen in December," Harry smiled, "What's your favorite color?" the older smiled, "Green, like your eyes, they're my favorite shade of green, what about you?" Harry blushed a bright red at Louis' comment. "Uh... mine is blue," he mumbled as he twiddled his thumbs together, looking down at his hands.

"Harry, why are you so anxious?" Harry looked up at him, "How'd you know?" Louis smiled softly at him as he got up and sat down next to the younger boy on his bed. "You're fiddling with your fingers, now what's the matter?" Harry bit his lip and shrugged, "Just nervous, I don't really like talking to new people, it gives me anxiety," the green-eyed boy explained as he continued to fiddle with his fingers.

"Am I making you nervous?" Louis asked, putting his hand over Harry's hands, stopping his movements. The younger nodded, "Why am I making you so nervous?" Harry bit his lip and shook his head, "Don't wanna talk about it," Louis gave the boy a sympathetic smile.