fuckboy love [larry]

[eighteen]

it was party night as liam had instructed harry on this friday night. the curly boy was going to make a rebecca black reference but shut up as his best friend looked at him disapprovingly.

so harry sluggishly walked upstairs to change in party attire. since he was feeling in a funeral mood, he decided on a monochrome collared shirt, black leather shorts and a black studded cardigan. he put on one of his many black platform shoes and a bunch of golden accessories.

the boy walked, more like strutted downstairs, feeling his entire look. liam looked at him and said,

"there really is no time where you're not having a good outfit, huh?"

the sassy tall boy disregarded his friend and exited his home, walking to his car and jiggling his keys.

his best friend was still watching him from the door, arms crossed and a smile etched on his face, so he hollered,

"get in loser! we're going to party!" harry giggled at his reference while liam sighing exasperatedly and made his way to the passenger door, sliding in the car.

"let's go."

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they had arrived and harry already felt exhausted. he had some bad experiences with parties. especially when they involved cute fuckboys. speaking of which, whose party was it?

"liam, is this another one of zayn's parties?" harry asked.

liam shook his head, "nah, don't know who, but zayn did indeed invite me." he confirmed sheepishly.

harry got out and locked the car. he stepped in the house, ready to brave against drunk teenagers.

he made his way to a calm area, making sure not to knock no one's glasses with his shoulders too large for his liking. he also didn't want anyone to spill the inside of their red solo cup son his cardigan.

he grabbed some crisps and sat on the floor, bringing his knees to chest. observer mode, on.

he watched people make fool of themselves and grinding in each other, desperate to feel wanted. it was a sad sight for him, even if it technically isn't one.

"oh hey harry." the curly boy wasn't even surprised to hear his crush's voice. he looked up to meet louis' blue orbs, happiness pooling inside them. the small boy was wearing a floral button up and khaki shorts.

"so today is skater boy day huh..." harry muttered absentmindedly. louis gave him a confused stare as harry got up, brushing his shorts.

"hi." he answered shyly, waving a bit at his crush, feeling stupid afterwards for acting like a teenage girl. well, he was kind of one, except for the genitals.

"so how are you on this fine friday night?" louis asked him, his hand reaching the taller lad's lower back, guiding him to a group.

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"well, I had fun tonight." harry said as stood against his car. the boy would be riding home without liam, his friend staying at another's house. he didn't even ask himself who it was.

"me too." louis replied, standing in front of the curly boy, hands in pockets. he kicked at the cement with the foot of his shoe, not knowing what to day next.

"i'm going to go now, bye louis." harry hastily said, feeling awkward. he unlocked the vehicle and was going to get in when louis grasped his arm, jerking him back. he yelped a bit, not expecting it.

"wait harry." louis said with nervousness in his tone.

"i'm kind of forced to." harry replied sarcastically, not able to not make the remark.

louis laughed briefly, letting him go. "so what is it?" harry asked nonchalantly, but he was stressing inside.

louis visibly tensed, "um, so i was wondering... well, i... hey, like, I like you?"

"as in... friends?" harry really hoped it wasn't.

"no, as in... you know what i mean." it was the first time louis actually blushed. the curly boy couldn't believe what he heard.

"i really do like you louis." harry immediately replied." as in, like like."

louis smiled really big, his whole face shining even in the dark. a ray of sunshine had just appeared. the corners of his eyes crinkled the way harry loved. the other couldn't help smiling too, it was contagious.

"so then, mind if i ride with you home, boyfriend?"

"we never agreed we were, but it sounds delightful coming from your mouth, so we are." harry cheekily replied.

they got in and drove away, leaving the party.

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AN: dedicated to @domesticparadise for making my new cover. thank you again!!

does anybody still read this story?