Larry shorts (written by AI)

Two Empathetic Uncles Screaming to the Beat

A/N

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST. 

Okay, before you start reading, I came across this story generator which seemed decent enough. I answered the questions for the story and it came out completely weird and absolutely out of sync with what I was expecting. 

It is SO SO SO BADDD, but I wanted to share it here anyways because omg it is so bad but funny. 

I DIDN'T EVEN ASK FOR THEM TO BE UNCLES, THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE YOUNG BOYFRIENDS OMG I'M CRYING. AND I DIDN'T EVEN COME UP WITH THE TITLE EITHER, TF??

Story:

Harry Styles had always loved homely England, their house. with its few, freshly-squeezed flowers. It was a place where he felt sad.

He was an untrustworthy, innocent, English breakfast tea drinker with brunette hands and fit waist. His friends saw him as an inquisitive, immense innocent. Once, he had even rescued an alive Harry Styles from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Harry walked over to the window and reflected on his familiar surroundings. The rain storm teased like hitting cat.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Louis Tomlinson. Louis was an ashamed betrayer with blue eyes hands and green eyes waist.

Harry gulped. He was not prepared for Louis.

As Harry stepped outside and Louis came closer, he could see the wet glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want regaining trust," Louis bellowed, in a loving tone. He slammed his fist against Harry's chest, with the force of 4086 snail. "I frigging hate you, Harry Styles."

Harry looked back, even more love and still fingering the cold vase. "Louis, I love you, but how can I trust you again," he replied.

They looked at each other with betrayed feelings, like two blue, brief bird crying at a very apologetic work, which had EDM music playing in the background and two empathetic uncles screaming to the beat.

Harry studied Louis's blue eyes hands and green eyes waist. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you regaining trust," he explained, in pitying tones.

Louis looked angry, his body raw like a puny, panicky pillow.

Harry could actually hear Louis's body shatter into 76 pieces. Then the ashamed betrayer hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of English breakfast tea would calm Harry's nerves tonight.

THE END

A/N
Give this story all the shit you'd like. It was meant to be about Louis doing something that betrays Harry and struggles to gain his trust back. 

It was supposed to be a dramatic love story with a sad ending, I don't know what tf this is but it sure as hell ain't what I came for 💀