Our Secret {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 1.

NOTE: This is a Larry Fanfic. If you don't ship it, I don't recommend you read this. XOXO




CHAPTER 1.




You can call Harry Styles anything you want. A man whore, a boy slut, even a fag. He's used to it. He gets called these things for a lot of reasons; one night stands at least three times a week, hormonal teenagers throwing themselves all over him. But he doesn't do it for the pleasure. He chooses to be like this for one reason and one reason only. He doesn't want to get hurt. He doesn't want to feel used or get a broken heart. So you can call him a douche all you want, but this is so he makes himself be.... for his own sake.




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"Harry," a familiar Irish accent speaks, "Wanna go check out that new club downtown? It's called 'The Lift' or 'The Loft'" The voice belongs to a beach-blonde Irishman named Niall. Niall has always been Harry's best friend and has always been there for him. "C'mon, mate. You deserve it." He pulls off his best puppy dog face when he says this.




Harry can't help but to chuckle at Niall. "Fine we'll go. Just get out of my room so I can get changed," Harry points at the doorway while shooing Niall away. As soon as Niall leaves, Harry decides to take a quick shower. Little does he know that tonight is the night where everything changes for him.




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*HARRY'S POV*




I step out of Niall's car, the cool night air sending shivers down my spine. I stare down at my converse, the tops of them being covered by my black jeans. I glance up at the club's sign. 'The Loft' was printed in neon green lettering. How cliche. I follow Niall into the entrance, fiddling with my airplane necklace before letting it fall back onto my navy blue t-shirt. Niall whispers something into my ear before heading off to the bar. I let out a low chuckle. That boy is getting wasted tonight.




Before I can go anywhere else, I am greeted by a blonde woman wearing a tight, red dress that shows off her impressive curves. She leans in close to my ear and I can immediately tell that she's drunk. Her breath reeks of alcohol and her cheap perfume is too strong for my liking. "I'm Taylor," she says, her words slurring, "and you are?" I begin to open my mouth to respond, but something- or should I say someone- else has caught my attention. He's on the exact opposite side of the club, wearing pre-torn, black jeans and a red t-shirt that shows his well-defined collar bones. My eyes trail up his torso to his beautiful face. His sculpted features and brown fringe-styled hairstyle are breath taking. He seems to be laughing at something the man beside him had said. He looks so adorable when he laughs.










"And your name is?" Taylor repeats, sounding a bit annoyed.










"Wha- Oh! I'm sorry" I apologize, realizing that I had zoned out of our conversation. "I'm Harry," I introduce myself, still staring at the vision of perfection that was just across the room. Not thinking, I grab Taylor by the shoulder, moving her out of the way. I don't look back to see her expression, and I'm glad didn't. I make my way across the room, which is ridiculously hard due to the number of people. I go to where I first saw the caramel-fringed angel, but he was no longer there. I scan the club looking for him. My eyes stop abruptly at the bar. Sitting there happened to be none other then him. I take a deep breath before strolling over to the bar.




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*LOUIS' POV*




I take a sip of my alcoholic beverage as someone else takes a seat on the barstool directly to my left. Out of the corner of my eye I can see his curly, brown locks that shadow his eyes. My eyes trail down to his arms; his strong, muscular-looking arms. I find myself staring before I glance back up at his face, only to see that he's looking at me with a cheeky smile on his face. The smile not only shows off his adorable looking dimples, but makes his eyes sparkle. "I'm Harry", he says, his voice sounding deep, raspy, and not to mention very sexy. He's holding his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.




"Louis," I grab his hand, shaking it, and give him a small smile, not taking my eyes off his green, sparkling ones. He resembles a dark angel, sexy and angelic at the same time. I'm so distracted by his beauty that I don't notice that our hands are still touching. I look down at them and immediately blush, turning my cheeks rosy pink. I look back up into his beautiful eyes. "You've been here before?"




"Erm, no. This is my first. It seems alright, I guess," Harry nods as he looks around the club. Strobe lights are flashing everywhere and the music is being blasted through huge speakers. Mobs are people are grinding on the dance floor while the other percent of people are getting drunk; and here Harry and I are, giggling at each other jokes and smiling like idiots.




"I like your dimples, Harry," I confess. "They're extremely cute." I poke at his cheek where his dimple appears. Harry smiles shyly at my choice of words and actions. "Would you like me to get you a drink?" I offer.




"That'd be great, thank you," Harry smiles.




Who knew that a couple of drinks would be the start of something that would change their lives?




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SO THAT WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER AND IK IT WAS SUCKISH AND SHORT BUT I PROMISE THEY'LL GET BETTER AND LONGER.




I kinda left you guys hanging there... And I hate hangin' too so I'm going try to update ASAP.




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