WARNING:
THIS IS A LARRY FAN FICTION AND NONE OF THESE EVENTS OR OCCURENCES HAVE HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE. BUT LARRY IS REAL. THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SMUT AND/OR SELF HARM. MAY BE TRIGGERING.
[A/N]
So this is my Larry fanfic. I hope you guys like it! (First official fanfic) and also, comments are my favorite so please let me know your opinion! :)
-Em
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Louis' POV
I knock on the large white door. The dim porch light flickers and the crickets chirp loudly in the dark night. Stars litter the black sky and the moon is shining brightly. The air is cold but it is bareable with my white sweatsirt and warm hoodie over that.
After a few moments the door slowly opens and I see a farmiliar woman with brow hair and a bright smile. She lights up at my presence and pulls me in immediately for a hug. As my mother squeezes me I attempt to hug back but am constricted by her tight grasp.
"Mum! C-can't...breathe!" I say over dramatically and she laughs, pulling back but keeping her hands on my shoulders.
Mum gasps, "Oh! My beautiful boy, you have grown up so much!" She runs her hand through my hair and spins me around before I am facing her again. She pulls me back in and hugs me again.
"You too, mum. I see you have a few grey hairs growing aye?" I joke. She pulls away before leading me inside while she grabs my coat and hangs it up.
"It's too to know that your sense of humor is still in check. And I'm not going grey." She says a little sternly but in a joking way.
I look aroundthe house and smile. Exactly how it use to be. The large staircase to the left of the living room brings back memories of when I was a little kid just playing around. The same high ceiling with the chandelier I would always try to reach but not quite succeed. The same dark brown rug, stair railing, wall lip and door colour scheme. The same large L shaped couch infront of the fireplace with a large flat screen television hanging above it on the faded white wall. I remember it all.
"Is my room still the same?" I suddenly ask after I have reminisced for a few moments. Mum smiles and leads me upstairs to my old bedroom. The hallway is dark and I remember I used to be scared to walk in it at night time, hence why I never used to sneak out...with Christmas as an exception of course.
As I open the door, flicking the light on, my room isn't the same like everything else, no. It looks like a teenagers room without the mess. Well I have never been a clean person so that is sure to change quickly. Mum takes my bag and places it on the huge queen sized bed. I gape at the medium sized room as I walk through to the bathroom. It has been renovated by the looks of it.
I walk back out of the pretty bathroom and admire my new room. A window to the right wall and a wooden desk, with laptop, to the left. The floor and curtains match the bedsheets with a dark blue colour. The walls are a dark beige, causing the room to feel cosy. Mum is gone now and I open the curtains to look outside from my two storey window.
