The Nature of Louis Tomlinson (Larry Stylinson AU)

Prologue.

The misty wind is soothing and cooling, the fresh coolness passing towards Harry's face, making his curls being pushed back off his forehead. Today was an exhausting day for Harry Styles, not a second did he take to strain his muscles. But this is what he wanted to do, this was the life he chose and there's no turning back.

It was a personal decision to run away from Holmes Chapel, from his family, from his friends, from everyone and to live in the city that never sleeps; to become a wealthy business man. Owning a business of his own is good enough to keep him walking on this earth, if it wasn't for that type of success he'd surely riot out in the cold.

Styles, would be the clothing business called. It was popular and had various recommendations from other certain companies. Did he love his job? Yes. Was it getting bigger and bigger each dime the profit encountered? Yes. Was Harry truly happy with his success? No.

Not having his familys support due to the escape, is no good. Not having enough time to actually go out and make some friends and possibly learn the large city by heart is one he doesn't count on. He has basically everything every desperate man wants. A large budget, popularity, a wealthy business, an amazing home, and that's about it. But he doesn't have what a true man needs. A family.

The question crosses through, why did he run away? Well surely because he didn't feel welcomed in his home. Everyone in his family was normal and possibly near to perfection. Not that they were snobby people or anything but they had their life together unlike Harry, who just happens to fail every class and ruins every happy moment.

He felt bad that his family had to go through his childish antics so he did what he thought was best, run away. It was a pretty inconvenient thought, very unrealistic but it was smart enough to make him the person he was today.

As Harry walks to the train station, he looks around and smiles. The red, orange leaves on each branch of each tree on Madison Square Garden takes such delight in the eyes of Harry. He loves the fall, he loves the sound of the crunchy noises when he steps on a crisp fallen leaf.

He takes the familiar route inside the station, knowing what direction to head to, to take the train that will lead him to his location. He swipes his MetroCard and walks through the metal pole, having heard a 'click' afterwards.

When he goes down the stairs that leads underground and sits on one of the benches to wait for the upcoming train, he notices the station is completely empty. At first he gets worried and thinks that the train doesn't work, until he sees the same feather haired boy slowly walking towards him. He takes a seat and lays his head back, having his eyes closed.

This exact boy has caught Harry's attention since day 1, the exhaustion in his eyes visible along with the same rusty clothes he wears nearly everyday, which is a red sweater, a white tank top, black skinny jeans and a pair of black vans.

Harry glances to his side and sympathetically stares at the suppose young boy. He notices the long lashes that gently lay on his upper cheeks and the small beard he is growing. Three or so minutes passed and the train finally arrives, its arrival loud enough to bolt awake the young boy. Harry quickly looks away, getting up, when the boy looks at his direction.

Once the train stops and the doors open, the both young men step inside in unison. Harry sits on one of the middle benches and Louis sits by the corner, they make eye contact for awhile before Louis rolls his eyes and cautiously falls asleep, leaving Harry dumbfounded.

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Not a huge fan of the Prologue, but the chapters will get better.

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