Larry Stylinson Fanfictions

The Guitarist

Hey, guys!

Another story! This time with Punk!Louis and Flower!Harry. Again.

That's pretty much it....

So enjoy!

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Louis loves Harry. There's no doubt about it. It just happened, and now it's impossible to doubt it.

And you can tell Harry loves Louis, too.

All you have to do is watch them; watch them look at each other, watch them around each other. And you'll just know. It's instinct, and it just /happens/ when you watch the way they act around each other. You'll just /know/ that they're in love.

But everyone /always/ wonders this: how did Harry and Louis come to love each other? They're complete opposites.

What do I mean by that? Well, here's a brief summary.

Harry is always so sweet and kind, and he's /always/ wearing a flower crown of some sort. Whether it be daisies or sunflowers or whatever, he's /always/ wearing a flower crown. He has bright, innocent green eyes, milky white skin, and dark curly hair.

Louis is cutting, sarcastic to people who aren't his friends. He's covered with tattoos, black ink covering tan skin. His hair is always dyed some color, whether it's all of his hair or just a streak or few here and there. His blue eyes are usually cold and unreadable.

These two unlikely opposites met and it was love at first sight.

Well, you know what they say.

Opposites /do/ attract.

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*Louis*

I was walking down the sidewalk to the tattoo shop, just listening to Sleeping With The Sirens and Black Veil Brides and Of Mice & Men.

In front of the shop, there's a boy with curly hair, strumming his guitar and singing softly to passerby. I pull out my earphones and stand behind him, listening.

/Step one, you say, "we need to talk"

He walks, you say, "sit down, it's just a talk"

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Along the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I could have stayed up

With you all night

Had I known

How to save a life.../

I clear my throat and he jumps. He looks at me with startlingly green eyes, and I feel something in my heart jump.

"Are you from the parlor?" He asks before I can say anything. "Is it okay if I play here for a few days or so? I won't stay too long. All you have to do is say that I have to leave and I will, can I just- just play here?"

I stare at him, with his pleasing green eyes and pouty lips. I crack a smile. "Sure. What's your name, kid?"

He smiles, relieved. That smile makes my heart lurch. "Harry. You?"