Immune | Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter three

Their hands swung together in an almost rhythmic way. The moon was out, lighting the way for the couple to mess around at the fair. The stars were visible as well, Harry had pointed out several constellations to Louis and claimed to know dozens more. Louis had simply smiled and informed Harry that he could identify every player on Manchester United. The statement had amused Harry to no extent, and he ended up nearly dropping the pink, fluffy cotton candy onto his brown boots.

Louis was endeared. Harry had this certain aura to him that made one want to cuddle him for the rest of their lives. Maybe it was the way his green eyes seemed to sparkle whenever Louis said something humorous. Or perhaps it was how dimples would appear or his cheeks whenever he smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth that was often hidden by his plump, pink lips. Plush lips that Louis would have quite liked to cover with his own.

"Look! A Ferris wheel! Can we go on it? Please?"

Louis couldn't help the smile that made its way to his face. "Whatever you want, Princess. I've got no other plans."

Harry pulled Louis towards the wheel and to the line. There was only a small bit of cotton candy left. The pink fluffy sugar was just waiting to be eaten. They both went for it at the same time, faces only inches away from one another's. Harry looked into Louis' blue eyes and blushed, cheeks turning a similar colour as the cotton candy. They ended up splitting the remaining bit, Harry getting the bigger half because pink was such a nice colour on Harry, and Louis was insistent on getting that point across.

When they boarded the cart, Louis held Harry's hand, claiming that he had a fear of heights. It was bullshit. Louis didn't have any phobias. Especially not something as silly as heights. He was once required to stand on the top of a tall building and shoot one of his victims. Height was not a problem for him.

"I must confess, holding your hand seems to have rid me of my fears," Louis bluffed, rubbing circles onto Harry's large but fragile hand.

"I'm glad. Otherwise you would've missed out on this amazing view," Harry said, sweeping his hand out in front of them to show Louis the scenery.

Louis shouldn't have been as breath taken as he was, but there was something about the boy next to him. There really was nothing extraordinary about the view from the Ferris wheel. Other than all the shining lights from the city and the people below, there was really nothing to see.

"It's beautiful," Louis agreed before turning back to Harry. "But."

"But what?" The stunningly gorgeous boy asked with wide eyes.

"But you're so much more beautiful." Louis brushed his fingers over Harry's jaw. He should've kissed Harry right there. He always kissed on the first date so that killing them would be happen early on, but Louis was feeling odd about Harry.

Harry's neck and face flushed, and he blinked, lashes fluttering at the compliment. "Thank you, I mean it. Nobody has ever been so kind to me before."

Louis wished Harry hadn't said that. The adorable boy deserved so much better than that. Louis couldn't even put into words what Harry deserved.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you wear flower crowns?"

"I don't really know... I just like feeling pretty. I'm not transgender or anything. I'm fine with being a boy and don't really want to be a girl. It's just... I don't know. I guess I'm just more in touch with my feminine side?"

Louis liked that. He had never meet anyone like Harry before. The flower crown in his hair made him look innocent, virginal. Louis couldn't imagine Harry without it. It just completed his personality.

"Okay. I like that." Harry looked relieved that Louis was okay with his pleasures.

"You don't think I'm weird?"

"Of course not, Princess. You're prettier than anyone I've ever met before. If you like doing it, why should you stop just because people are arseholes?"

Harry giggled, squeezing Louis' hand tighter as they neared the ground. Once both pairs of feet hit the ground, Louis dragged Harry to a game booth section. Harry's eyes were draw to a light pink teddy bear with a white bow. The object of the game was to kick a regular sized football into a miniature net. It looked near impossible to Harry. Little did the curly boy know, his date was formerly captain of his footie team and something near an all-star

"You like the bear?" Louis asked. Harry nodded shyly. "Okay. One ball please."

The owner of the booth tossed Louis a football and explained the seemingly obvious rules. Louis practised by juggling the ball, leaving Harry entranced because how in the world did Louis keep such good control.

A few seconds later, Louis kicked the ball, scoring and smiling smugly. "The pink teddy bear please."

Harry grinned as Louis handed him the small pink bear and wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter man. "Wow, I didn't know that I was dating a football champion!"

Louis laughed and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist. "I wouldn't say that I am a champion, but I'm decent."

"Then what am I?"

Louis tapped his chin with his pointer finger. "Inexperienced, but that can change. Follow me," Louis ran into the woods, pulling Harry along. Harry followed, hoping to God that he didn't trip over a root. Fortunately, he managed to stay on his feet and follow Louis until they reached a football pitch. "Stay right there."

Louis ran off, giving Harry no choice but to watch his muscular legs in the tight, black jeans. He was small, but he was strong. Harry had no doubt that Louis could pick Harry up, and that sounded nice for some reason. He wanted Louis to pick him up and carry him around.

His brown curls began to fly around as the wind picked up. He had to squint to look for Louis. It was a good thing he did, or else Harry wouldn't have known who was tackling him to the ground, tickling his sides.

"Ah!" Harry squeaked, legs kicking this way and that. "What are you doing?"

Louis pulled up Harry's white shirt and brought his face down to the soft, pale skin of Harry's small tummy. He blew a raspberry without ceasing to move his fingers along Harry's skin.

"Stop!" Harry screamed, laughing so hard his eyes begun to fill with tears. He squealed and flipped onto his stomach, hoping Louis would quit.

Louis stopped ticking him, much to Harry's joy and disappointment, instead slapping Harry's arse and standing up. Harry's eyes grew wide at the sharp feeling, and his smile turned into a small smirk.

"Ready to learn how to play football?" Louis asked, picking up Harry's flower crown from the crown and blowing the dust off.

A/N: This is what happens when I try to be poetic. Also, I am aware that Louis' team is the Doncaster Rovers, but I'm a Man U fan, so when Louis talks about football, he's going to talk about them.