Marry Christmas wish you Larry Stylinson- English

5. December- I wanna be yours

A/N: It's me, el, hi. (i'm the problem, it's me) Hope everybody's doing good:)) So I just wated to say that you probably are gonna notice that my stories mostly include LHH. And that's because I'm still not over lhh. And it's not gonna change.

They're in the University of Doncaster here. Harry's in his first Year and Louis in his third. We're gonna pretend there are Lockers;)

Anygays, I hope you're going to like this one, and I would be very happy about a comment, vote, blah, blah:)) And please write feedback!:)

Louis

The snow fell like tiny light feathers on the ground. Out in the wind prevailed a light breeze, not too strong. It was a dream winterday.

Exept for, that Louis couldn't feel his toes anymore and his hands were shaking from the cold air. You could hear his teeth clappering from at least twenty meters away. It probably had not been the best idea, going outside for a run. Well, Louis wanted to run, at first, but he really just ended up admiring the whole landscape in this empty town. In Doncaster, it was always so calm and empty, and that was something Louis cherished. And that was the reason, he was so cold.

But now his toes started to tingle really weird and he needed to warm up. So Louis started running his usual route and let the adrenaline warm up his cheeks. The boy craned his head towards the sky and breathed in the nostalgic smell of winter and christmas. It was always his favourite time of the year. It was the time when everybody has that nostalgic, almost romantic feeling in their guts.

Well, apparently not everyone. A boy, probably same age as Louis, walked the opposite direction towards Louis. His eyes looked to the ground and- oh. As he looked up, Louis could recognize him. It was Harry from two years under him. He didn't know him, but he defenitely knew, who he was. And Louis couldn't help but notice the sad expression on Harry's face, and how he instantly looked away, as his eyes met Louis. As Harry walked past Louis again, he muttered a quick "Hi", and then he turned left into a side-street. And he was gone. All Louis could see, were those chocolate brown locks, as he turned around to look after Harry.

"Hi", Louis breathed out. He shook his head and loosely jogged until he was home again.

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(se next dei)

Harry
He didn't think that this week is gonna end up worse than right now. Why did he forget his locker key again? And why the fuck is his sweater full with stains? Because he slept in today and had to eat his breakfast in an extreme hurry, he didn't even notice the stains at first. And obviously he didn't have anything differenty to wear. So he had to go through the crowds hoping nobody noticed him.

"Harry, my boy", Niall cried out. And of course, everybody looked at him and Niall. He wanted to disappear forever. Harry grabbed his bag and took Niall on his sleeve with him to his English lecture. He was fire red by now, probably. Fortunately, they were the first people to show up by the door to the room. Harry knew that Niall had a different lecture, so he didn't go in yet. And he suspected, that the door wasn't even open yet, since it was the first class of the day.

"Do you have another sweater?", Harry asked. He was like really embarassed about that.

"No, sorry lad, you have to go through that. But I have to go now, my class starts soon.", Niall sang, probably glad to get away from the attention, and soon he was gone. Harry leaned against the wall and breathed out. He wanted to disappear really bad. His sweater didn't even have a hood, that he could hide in. His life was a mess.

"Hey, everything alright?", Someone asked suddenly. Harry jumped for a second.

It was Louis. Louis, who he had a crush on since he came to this university. Louis who saw him yesterday, when he was at his worst.

He looked at Harry a bit concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, 's alright, i guess" Harry stumled on his own words. "Just a bad day, I s'ppose"

Louis didn't reply, he just handed Harry an olive green Adidas sweater, and yeah. Harry liked Louis for a reason. He looked at Louis with almost curious eyes, and took it.

"Thank you so much...", Harry mumbled. Because he was lost in Louis' blue eyes. They made him forget, that there was the professor opening the door and that there were people around him going into the room.

And Louis just smirked.

"You're welcome, Love."

And then Louis was gone and Harry had a tingeling feeling in his stomach.

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(tri auerrs laiter)

Still Harry
"NIALL, HE GAVE ME HIS JUMPER!", Harry exclaimed loud enough, that the bookshop worker shushed them annoyed. And Niall just jumped in surprise and laid a hand to his heart, because he was dramatic.
"Hello you too. Who gave it to you?"
"Louis", Harry said dreamy and with a lovesick expression on his face.
Niall's eyes went wide.
"LOUIS?!"
Harry nodded excited.
"Yeah. And he called me Love"
"Wow. That- that's amazing Harry." Niall was probably speechless by now. And that happened very rarely.
"I know."
The jumper was really comfortable, although it was a bit smaller than Harry's usual choice of clothing. But he didn't mind at all.

"Soooo... did he give you his number?", Niall asked expectedly.
"No, he didn't.", Harry said. "But sometime I have to go give it to him."
"Have you looked everywhere? Like in the sleeves or the pocket?"
Harry actually didn't. He just put it over his head and let the heavenly smell poison his heart.

But now that he did, he could feel a small piece of paper in the pocket of the jumper. With big eyes, he took it out. He really fucking wanted it to be Louis' number, if he was honest.

"Aaand?", Niall asked impatiently. Harry responded: "I'm scared that it's just a gum- wrapper or something like that."
But Niall stole it from him. And when he had that cheeky smile on his face, Harry knew it had to be something good.

SORRY, CLIFFHANGER! But I'm probably going to do a part two! Please tell me how you liked it so far, we'll read from each other on the 7. December:)))