Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(2) Do you believe in Magic, Harry?

I noticed two things whilst writing this chapter. One was that I desperately need a new cover, if anyone fancy's making me one? I'd love you. And you'd get a chapter dedication, when I work out how to do that! :) The second was that, if you like this story, and don't think doing this is a total waste of time, please tell people about it. I would love to have a wide range of people I could select for dedications and who would bug me to write faster! Comment? Vote? Fan :D.

The song for this chapter ('cause I'm going to do that now... exciting) is On My Own from Les Mis. Don't ask me why. I'm doing song's for each Chapter now, I have the perfect one for the next but I didn't have a clue for this one so... I'm rambling, sorry.

DEDICATED TO MEGAN!!!!! MY BEST FRIEND WHO NAMED THE STORY AND WHO I FORCED TO SHIP LARRY... ILOVEYOU:)

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Without warning, Harry found himself pressed up against the wall to the right of his door, with the boy's index finger to his lips. The door swung open carelessly, almost hitting Harry in the process and he heard the boy hiss in fear.

"Harry!" He recognized the voice of Henry's wife, Caroline. "Where is that boy?" She demanded in aspiration. Harry heard her footsteps retreat out of the door, followed closely by the sound of the door slamming shut before he brought his eyes back to the boy's figure again.

They were standing close, chest's pressed against each other, and never casting their eyes away from one another before Harry heard the distant sound of someone coughing before the boy backed away from Harry, blushing slightly.

"Louis, help me!" Niall cried in fear. Seconds later, Harry saw the Shadow charging at Niall's small body before the boy (Louis?) made an attempt to grab it. Once in Louis' grasp, he attempted to place it back on his body as if it was a shoe. Harry chuckled at Louis and smiled innocently when Louis shot him a questioning look.

"Need some help?" He asked.

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"So, if you're party's downstairs, what are you doing in your room?" Louis pondered. They had been talking for quite some time now, ignoring the party downstairs as if it were a mile away. Harry was doing his best to sew Louis' shadow back on to his body but the boy's occasional whines weren't making it any easier.

"I prefer to spend my Birthday having fun, don't you?" Harry replied. Louis grinned.

"I haven't had a Birthday in a long time, Haz, I wouldn't know." Harry disregarded the hidden meaning behind his statement and only processed one thing.

"Haz?" He smirked at the blush making its way onto Louis' cheeks.

"Yeah... I have a habit of giving people nicknames..." Harry looked down at his sewing. "If it bothers you-"

"No, it doesn't, don't worry. I like it." Trying to avoid an awkward pause Harry quickly began talking again. "It can't have been that long, I mean, since you had a Birthday." Louis bit his lip and Harry glanced back down to his sewing again, silently telling himself to avoid getting turned on by Louis. Talk about uncomfortable silence.

"Should be a couple of years now," Louis stated simply, as if he was telling Harry the weather forecast.

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, when he all he got was a black look, he attempted another question. "Exactly, how old are you?" Louis grinned again.