fuckboy love [larry]

[twenty one]

harry wakes up on a radiant saturday, feeling absolutely not radiant. one, he had forgotten to switch his alarm, so he was woken up brutally as 6pm by Ariana Grande blasting in his room. two, during the time he had fallen asleep again, he had a nightmare that he had become straight and gave all his clothes to his bitchy neighbour.

it was horrible and today was totally not his day. the lanky boy slowly got out of bed, slipping on panama bottoms, because who sleeps with pants in summer? he made his way downstairs to eat breakfast. he mumbled a "hey" to his mom and poured himself some cereal, slumping in his seat as he began eating.

after engulfing two bowls, he walked upstairs to go on his phone to check his social media. after liking almost every post Ruby Rose ever made on Instagram, he decided to get up and get dressed, seeing as it was already almost 12pm.

harry had a long staring contest with his closet before deciding on a white bralette, his cloudy sky blue jacket and a paler blue skirt with a heart cutout on the end. "Damn, i look like a hot model, he mumbled to himself in front of his mirror, putting his hair in two space buns.

he applied a bit of mascara, foundation and brushed his pupils with eyeliner, doing a cat eye style at the end. satisfied with his work, he grabbed his holo backpack and made his way to the bus stop.

seeing as the bus arrived in twenty minutes, harry took his phone out of his jacket and started sending memes to liam.

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harry had made his way to town, where the more expensive shops were. he walked downtown a bit, ignoring the looks he was given.

as a trap queen, i must ignore the looks of mere mortals, he thought, feeling very badass bitch-y.

(he actually isn't one)

finally, he made his way to the record store, after declining invitations to drinks and four phone numbers.

he entered the rusty store, the ding of the bell putting him in a trance. he may have bad music on his phone, but his vinyls were a totally different thing. he skimmed through the Simon and Garfunkel vinyls, then went to see if they had a new Beatles one.

the feminine boy spent at least a few more hours deciding which to bring home, but he finally bought a Queen one, since he had a sweet spot for the legendary band.

harry started his way back to the bus station, his vinyl in a bag in his hand when his phone rang. he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly skipped to the side since there were many people.

he opened it, seeing as he had a text from louis.

louis: hey where u at?

harry: just in town, i'm heading for the bus station to go home

louis: stop by my place plz? wanna see u[kissy face emoji]

harry:fine, but no "netflix and chill"

louis: ah damn;)

harry :fuckboiiii

harry closed his phone, smiling giddily to himself. he forced himself to not giggle as he thought of meeting his boyfriend. he continued his way to the bus. luckily, it arrived just as he took out his bus pass from his wallet. sometimes, miracles occur.

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harry arrived in front of he house. he rang the doorbell, waiting for louis to open the door. running was soon heard and the door abruptly opened, reaves long louis in nothing but sweatpants, his hair wet.

"oh." was all the tall boy could muster at the sight in front of him. he blushed red, since it was he first time he saw his boyfriend in anything other than Nike clothes.

"oh my god, were you only wearing a bra the whole day?!" louis said as he saw harry's outfit. harry looked down at himself. "well yeah, but it's a brallette actua-"

louis let out an annoyed huff, "you shouldn't wear that in public." is all he said as he turned around and walked away.

harry was confused for a moment, even insulted. but it hit him fast, like a punch in the gut.

"oh my gosh, are you jealous?! he asked loudly, and louis turned around, his face red.

"n-no, what? me, bruh." he stuttered as he scratched his head and looked at him what pff, what? look on his face.

the curly lad just giggled childishly as he walked inside the house, closing the door behind him."you totally were."

"well excuse me if you look really sexy with that and the hole in your skirt." louis replied sassily as he rolled his eyes.

they sat on the couch in the room, harry leaning very close to his boyfriend. louis turned in the tv and they watched relays of the price is right. harry was snuggled on louis' chest, the latter's hand resting on the other's thigh, sometimes sneaking a poke on the heart cutout.

three shows passed, kisses were exchanging, and it was unfortunately time for harry to go home.

both of the boys got up from the couch and made their to the door. "well, this was nice," harry said with a hand around the doorknob, "hope to see you soon."

"bye babe." louis replied as he kissed the boy on the lips. "now begone!" he joked.

harry walked out the door, and louis smacked his bum. "hey! this is off-limits!" harry yelled as he laughed a bit.

"not for me!" louis yelled back as he closed the door.

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AN: I haven't updated in forever, I'm sorry!!

I've just had like, absolutely NO inspiration for this for quite a bit of time, but I'm somewhat back(?)!!

just random, but my mom ordered a harry shirt for me and I can't wait for it to arrive!!!! I can't wait to be the cool kid, walking around with the bae on my boobs, ya feel me?