Harry Hears A Lou •Larry Au•

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A/N: Heyyy. So...yes, hi. I haven't really read a story like this so I thought I might as well give it a try. Yeah? I just watched Horton hears a who, so I was like "Horton hears a Lou...Harry hears a Lou! It's perfect!" And I just kind of jotted this down right quick. This will mostly be a fluffy story about a nineteen year old Harry trying to figure out where he fits in and a Louis who doesn't really fit anywhere besides Harry's pocket *_*. So, uh, enjoy, comment, vote...! 

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It was his nineteenth birthday that started it all. All he had wanted was to start his own life; to barrel through society and become the adult he knew he could be. Harry never expected to meet someone, someone that would turn his world upside and make him question everything he knew.

 It started with his house. 

It was a nice starter home, a place he could start at and make his way up. He planned to either fix up the decrepit, creaky house or move out when he got the money from his new job at the local bakery. He was a baker with a lovely group of older ladies he easily befriended. Harry loved older people. They had a lot more class than most of the youngsters he had the misery of growing up alongside. 

The neighbors were alright. Across the street was Liam Payne, he was a nice man with a cute brindle mix named Banjo. Banjo ran up to Harry and tackled him to the ground on the first day and resulted in his meeting Liam. They've been good friends for the past two weeks that Harry's lived in his new home. Living beside him was the boisterous young larrikin named Niall, who was quite eccentric at that. He spent many days and nights rambling out the "little people" that lived amongst them. Other than his unusual beliefs, he was a kind handsome boy that somehow managed to wiggle his way into trouble in the most unbelievable of ways. Needless to say Harry's begun to warm up to him too. 

The only thing he despised about his house after two weeks were the vermin. He heard soft footsteps in the walls and then managed to make holes in his cereal boxes and eat his food. The odd part was that he never really found the waste, but he knew they were there. He got a cat to help get rid of them and named the fuzzy kitten Molly, but she was lazy and fat and refused to eat them. Harry loved her anyway, though. So he devised another plan.

Today he was off to the store to get a mouse trap. He didn't want to kill the critters, per se, he just wanted them out of the house. So he decided to get one that would trap them in, but wouldn't harm them, either. He would sprinkle some of the cereal (since the mice only touched his Lucky Charms) and viola, he caught the little rodents scampering around unseen in his house. 

He dressed himself in his usual attire, a nice red flannel with the two top buttons unbuttoned and his white undershirt showing. He had his necklace slung around his neck, a watch on his wrist, and his practically painted on skinny jeans. To top off this wonderful outfit, he wore his ankle boots as well. He thought he was magazine worthy today, at least outfit-wise. 

He opened the door, and Molly, as usual, tried to run out the first chance she got. Harry managed to put his foot in front of her before she made her grand escape. "Sorry Molly," He hummed, leaning down to scratch generously behind her ear. Molly responded with a pleased meow and pushing her head up further into the gentle caress of his hand. "You know I would let you, but the neighbors threatened to call animal control and we can't have that, can we?" Molly only blinked her pretty green eyes up at him, and heaved out a sigh. "I wish you could understand."