Larry Stylinson one shots

Young and reckless

Description: Louis is a 25 years old skater. He's a good one, quite extraordinary, people would say. He's charming as well, a bit too complicated in common sense, but definitely overwhelming. On the other hand, Harry, he's quite the opposite. A bit shy and still a 16 years old teenager. But they have something in common. A wooden board, painted with beautiful colours and a squad Louis leads and Harry desperately wants to be a part of, or even to be closer to the muscular young man. And maybe Louis is amazed enough by the wild green in Harry's eyes to let him go even further.

A/N: I'm sorry, this was supposed to be pure smut but it turned out pretty romantic and I don't know whether I like it or not. So my apologies...

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"You should go faster," Louis said from the wall he was sitting on, skateboard casually under his right arm. He was bored. All of the boys around him tried to do tricks he did and well, he tried to teach them. Tried being the key word even in the thought which led to this torture, he simply detested teaching, no matter who the people were.

"I know, Louis, I know," the boy on the ground groaned in pure frustration after not being able to make the movement right for the fifth time in a row.

"Just try going a bit higher on the ramp, Liam," Louis smiled a bit, although everyone around knew he was beyond annoyed. Louis has never been a patient tutor after all.

It went like that for another two hours. The sun was shining down on them for the whole afternoon and all of the guys in the skatepark were tired. They wanted to finish up to thirty minutes. Louis was boasting with new tricks he's taught himself in the end and the others just stood there in awe. They knew he was good, but they often tended to forget how good he actually was, when he wasn't sitting on a bench at the side of the U-ramp and bitching about everything they did wrong.

Lately he didn't have a single scratch on his body even though he usually only wore jeans shorts and tank tops. He just never fell too badly ever since he was maybe around 18, so now, being 25, he seemed to be flawless.

They all grabbed their skateboards and their drinks, already heading out of the park when Louis caught a glimpse of one of the clumsiest and the cutest boys in the world trying to simply ride on the skateboard. He chuckled and all the boys turned around right when the curly fell down on his butt in the middle of the ramp.

"Hopeless," Louis sighed, a bit too loudly to go unnoticed by the obviously younger boy. The boy caught his eyes before he averted his gaze in shame and a little bit of hurt, too.

"Don't be so harsh on him, Lou, he's been trying to catch your attention for weeks and you never noticed. He's bad, yeah, but be gentle with him. It's just a boy," Niall, the only blonde and the goofiest one of their group, patted Louis' back before continuing on his way out. His words had Louis stopped right in the tracks. Trying to catch his attention? He's never seen him around before. But maybe that's because he never looks at anyone for more than a second when they're not showing triple backflips right in front of him and that hadn't really happened yet.

"Oh, um, guys. I'll go to talk to him, okay? See you tomorrow?" Louis called after his friends, faint shade of pink visible on his cheeks. Something about the bouncing brown curls made his heart skip a beat or two.

"Yeah, the same time. Have fun with the kiddo," Liam smirked and then they turned around a corner. Louis and the boy were now alone in the park since it was a bit late in the afternoon.

"Hey, woah, hold on," Louis grabbed him on the spot when he was about to fall again, "you need to spread your legs a bit further, okay? Just to gain a bit more balance."

The boy smiled up at him a bit shy and a lot more mesmerizing then from afar. His eyes were shining in the dying sun emerald green and his eyelashes seemed to be touching Louis' skin like swan feathers.