My fav Larry Stylinson stories

Beautiful (like the flower in you hair)

Louis has bad luck. His stupid 90's Geo Metro has just broken down and now it's raining and he's a little cold. He regrets not taking a jacket, instead he wears a swoop tank showing off his ink stained skin, and now the rain's splattering down in small drops onto his bare skin and making his fringe wet and sticking to his forehead. Louis is walking on the fucking road because sidewalk must not be essential in small towns, Louis thinks, and then he chuckles at the thought of being hit with a car or raped or something.

Then it starts to rain harder. The type of rain that almost hurts it's coming down so heavy; splattering in huge loud drops obnoxiously to where Louis can't even see and that really just makes this situation even better.

He's left his car long ago on street Oakland, about a mile away and two miles away from his house.

During walking Louis ponders on how unlucky he is. Far enough from home but not too far so he actually has to walk, and the one time he doesn't bring one of his leather jackets to go with an outfit and he's freezing. He also regrets bringing converse, now, puddles and the rain itself are soaking them and he never wears socks; so that's another thing to complain about.

Now Louis is pretty positive hail is hitting the top of his head and his bare shoulders. And Louis decides he gives up. Louis will go to a store alongside of the road. He doesn't feel like walking in rain as well as hail for any longer than he already has.

His eyeliner has probably smeared down his face by now too. Louis wears eyeliner because he can, because he wants to, because just girls wearing eyeliner is mainstream and Louis wants to not be mainstream. Louis now pictures himself with a black mess of eyeliner running down his cheeks. Whatever shop he chooses to go in, he doesn't care which, the workers will probably think he's a freak. Even though he already is one.

Pulling a hand up, Louis wipes his hair out of his eyes, but it just falls back again.

Choosing not to get pelted by anymore balls of hail or icy rain, Louis goes into the first shop he sees, the door chiming when he opens it. He looks up and crosses his arms; he's surrounded by flowers. Flowers of all kinds; blue, pink, purple, green, red, orange, yellow.. Louis thinks it's kind of disgusting. The place is too cheerful from what Louis can already tell, posters saying 'have a nice day' are actually pinned to the windows and the walls are pink and yellow. Louis chose the wrong store to go into. But he's not leaving now, because it's warm and Louis likes warm.

"We don't usually get customers on rainy days." A voice from the other end of the room says, and Louis jumps in surprise, his wet fringe falling back into his eyes. Resisting the urge to say "what the fuck" out loud, he decides for a more appropriate response.

"It was raining." Louis says like it's obvious, like he had to choose a flower shop to step into to get away from the rain.

"I know. Do you need a towel, or something? Since you're, um, wet." the boy asks, just about to reach into a drawer at his desk, and Louis wonders if he just keeps towels by a cash register all the time on rainy days. He seems like the type.

The guy's got curly hair and bright green eyes, along with a tall, skinny, kind of lanky figure but that's not even what Louis notices first. He's got a crown of flowers, no; four of them sitting on the desk, and one on the top of his head. Louis wants to ask but somehow doesn't want to be too rude, so of course Louis being one not to care does it anyway.

"No. And, Why do you have a crown of flowers on your head?" Louis's eyes lower to a silver name tag pinned to the boy's shirt, "Harry."

"I don't know, actually. They're pretty flowers though, don't you think?" Harry flashes Louis a small smile that Louis might actually classify as the most innocent thing he's ever seen, and then he grins wider when Louis forces a little smile back.