Larry one shots

Take My Hand🥵💙

Harry, is in his freshman year of college and he's closeted because he doesn't want to go to conversion therapy again, so he acts somewhat homophobic(toward himself). Louis is in his sophomore year of college and is head of the LGBTQ+ Community group. What happens when they become roommates?

TW and other notes: Smut, Self-harm/Mentions of, Talk of conversion therapy, PTSD, Top!Harry, Bottom!Louis, Fem!Louis, Daddy Kink, Degrading Kink, Praise Kink, Louis is Genderfluid (so when it says his bracelets change in the story the pronouns will too as I write)

Thought of this while listening to "Take My Hand" by 5SOS

Enjoy!

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Harry walked into his dorm room, he knew that his roommate should already be there, and he was nervous to meet him for the first time. He opened the door and saw that the room was more like a two-bedroom flat with a small living space in the middle, a kitchenette, and a medium-sized bathroom. He walked in with his two suitcases. 

He looked around, his heart pounding in his chest when he saw it... a transitional pride flag next to the only closed door.

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Louis jumped off his bed when he heard the lock click, signaling his new roommate was here. He stood by the door for a minute taking a few deep breaths before opening his bedroom door, "Hi!" 

Harry looked at the smaller boy that was about five feet away from him, coming out of the room with the pride flag next to it. "Uh, hi," Harry smiled back nervously, Louis' cheeks were bright pink as he smiled. The taller looked him over, his eyes were a bright shade of blue with long long lashes, coated in mascara that framed them perfectly, and he had sharp cheekbones. He was much smaller than Harry and his eyes trailed further down noticing the boy was wearing a skirt.

"Welcome to Doncaster University," Louis smiled as he walked closer, having to look up at the green-eyed boy, "I'm Louis," He stuck out his hand, Harry took it gently and shook his hand, "I'm Harry," he smiles softly. Louis watched as his small hand disappeared into Harry's much larger one as he grabbed it, "If you don't mind, what are your pronouns? I'm genderfluid so it doesn't always matter to me, but when it does, I have a bracelet system, Pink; She/Her, Blue; He/Him, Yellow; They/Them, and if it's all three, then I don't mind what pronouns," Louis told him.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't "He/Him," he murmured, noticing the blue bracelet on his wrist, "So He/Him pronouns right now?" Louis smiled and nodded. "I'll leave you to unpack, I have to get to my next class, and then I have a meeting. I'm head of the LGBTQ+ community group that we have here, you're welcome to join me at four in the library if you'd like," 

Harry smiled nervously, "I'll think about it," he told the shorter boy, "Okay, I like your hair by the way, it's pretty and long," Louis complimented him with a smile before leaving the dorm room. Harry's cheeks darkened, as he walked toward the other side of the dorm and walked into his room, he fell onto the bed that already had dark blue sheets over it with a sigh.

His heart was still racing in his chest, he let out a frustrated groan, and Harry's hands were clenched into tight fists as tears ran down his cheeks in frustration. He got up and threw both suitcases onto the bed before searching through them to find what he needed, a brand-new package of razors.

He ripped open the package and grabbed a razor, breaking it apart, and taking the blade out of it. Harry rolled up his sleeve and took the blade to his scar-covered arm, cutting it until he started getting a bit dizzy. He let out a sob, he hated it he wanted to love who he wanted to love and stop all this pain, but at the same time he didn't, he didn't want to go back there.