Larry one shots

Hitchhiker🥵💙

N/A: Okay, I randomly thought of this but I hope you like it!

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Harry was a truck driver, you think that wouldn't be a very fun job or a very good job, but it is when you own the company. 

Louis is a Hitchhiker, he was raised by a single father, who didn't like the choices the boy made, so he ran away at eighteen.

What happens when Harry finds him laying on the side of the road?

TW: Smut, PTSD, and Talk of Abuse (Verbal & Physical), Eating disorder, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, and suicidal thoughts

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"Be safe," Harry rolled his eyes at his friend and business partner Liam, "I know, I know, I've been doing this for 5 years now," Liam chuckled as he shook his head. "Alright, I best get going or I'm going to start running behind," Liam nods, "Alright, bye,"

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Harry was about two hours into the drive to his first stop when he saw someone laying on the side of the road, his eyes widened, and pulled over quickly. He got out of the truck and ran over to the person, "Hello? Are you okay?" 

The person quickly got up with a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine just trying to get a ride and thought that looking like I passed out would work better than sticking my thumb out," he shrugged. Harry looked him over with a brow raised, the significantly smaller boy was wearing black biker shorts and a baby pink crop top along with a pair of white vans. When he finally looked and the shorter's face he saw beautiful cerulean blue eyes with long lashes coated in mascara, his eyes trailed down to the small boy's lips that were glossy with lip gloss.

"So you're a hitchhiker then," Harry asked him, to which he nodded, "And how has this been working out for you?" he asked as he pointed down toward the ground. Louis shrugged, "Well you're the first person that has stopped," the small boy twiddled his thumbs getting nervous that the tall man in front of him was going to say no and leave him there.

"Do you even know where you want to go?" he asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about if he should give this boy a ride to wherever he was going. "Well, where are you driving to?" Harry shrugged, "Pretty much to every state for the next two to three months depending on how long it takes,"

"That's perfect," he smiled, "So where do you need to go?" Louis shrugged again, "Don't really got a place to go, just wanna get out of here," he sighed. Harry shook his head, "So you don't know where you're going?" the boy shook his head, "Nope," he said popping the 'p'.

Harry shook his head, "Can't believe I'm saying this, but alright get in the truck," the boy quietly squealed. "Thank you, where should I put my suitcase?" Harry grabbed it, "I'll take care of it, just get in the truck," the blue-eyed boy blushed lightly and opened the passenger's side door.

He was struggling to get in because it was so high up, "Need some help?" Harry chuckled, the boy blushed fiercely and nodded. Harry picked him up by his waist and sat him in the truck, making his cheek darken in color as he bit his lip. Once Harry was in the driver's seat he started the truck and started driving again.

"So... Tell me about yourself?" Harry asked the boy, "Well, my name is Louis, I turned eighteen in December, my favorite colors are green and pink, I ran away from home -long story- and I love dogs. What about yourself?" Harry wanted to ask why the boy ran away from home, but he figure that wouldn't be a good idea since they just met.

"My name is Harry, I'm twenty-six, I have my own trucking business, my favorite color is blue, and I also love dogs," Louis smiled, "So, where is the first stop, and when do you want me to leave because it is your truck?" Harry frowned slightly, "You can ride with me for as long as you need, and our first stop is in about two more hours so get comfortable," Louis nodded and tucked his knees up to his chest.