Larry One Shots

go out with me?

kinda smutty..

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Louis Tomlinson. Avaston High's most popular boy. Louis is a jock, very good looking, and quite the charmer. He's also gay. Oh, I'm gay too by the way. And I may or may not have a thing for Louis Tomlinson.
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Harrys POV:
I stare blankly out the window as my history class begins to come to an end. History is probably my worst subject. I look around the classroom to see if anything would catch my eye.

Then, my eyes land on him. Louis Tomlinson. He is probably the best looking person I have ever seen. I've had a crush on him ever since 9th grade when he first moved to this school. Louis is pretty popular around me so just the thought of Louis agreeing to go out with me is pretty surreal.

I suddenly realize I am still staring at him and before I could dart my eyes away, he turned around and caught me staring. I looked away and blushed intensely. Hopefully, he wouldn't have taken it very seriously.

The bell finally rings and I make my way to the door.

"Harry!" shouted Niall, my best mate.

"Niall!" I shout in return.

Niall has been my best mate for as long as I could remember. He had always been there for me and I am really grateful for that.

"I saw you checking him out." Niall whispered.

I immediately know what he's talking about and blush at the memory.

"Be quiet Ni! Someone might here you." I say as I whip my head around to make sure no ones listening.

"Oh come on Harry! Everybody knows you've got a thing for old Tommo."

"Shh!- Wait. Everybody?" I gulp.

"Just kidding." Niall teases.

I give him a friendly slap in the arm and head to our lockers.

"But kinda everybody.." mumbled Niall.

I raised an eyebrow at him but continued on our way.

4 hours time lapse

"And that's the game!"

Baseball has always been special to me. It's my favourite thing to do after read. Lame, I know.

I sit on the bench and take a big drink of water. My team mates give me a pat on the shoulder, leaving one by one. My coaches begin to head out, wishing me a good night. And at last, I'm alone on the baseball field.

Most people would have gone home after a game of any sort but not me. I love getting to wait until everybody has left so I can have the whole field to myself. I try to spare as much time as I can to practice, which doesn't happen often.

My mom died when I was only 3 years old and my father has been arrested almost 4 times. I had a rough childhood but luckily I had some really amazing friends and family to pull me out of my misery. When I first entered grade 5, I was bullied for being gay. I know that's a young age but I think I'm lucky to have known so early. With all these mean names being thrown at me everyday and the trouble between my parents -well, parent I guess- I entered depression in about seventh grade. Fortunately, when I started high school, great friends like Liam, Niall, and Zayn helped me to over come that. Which is something that I could never repay them for.

I snap out of la la land and head towards home base, to try and relax a bit. I have a tendency of overthinking things but I'm working on it. I reach the base and plop on the ground.