Picture Imperfect » larry au

Chapter Two

-HARRY-

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I zoomed the camera in and set the brightness on the aesthetic. I was about to take the picture, before a disruption ruined it.

"Ow!" a tiny boy, I assume, squealed as they glared at his finger, I looked them up and down, they were wearing a black skirt that went about 3 inches above his knees, a pink sweater, and white rose flower crown.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" I asked politely, intrigued by the boy.

"What- Oh! I am fine, just a stupid thorn went into my finger," they huffed softly, showing me their bleeding finger.

"Oh sweetie, let me help you with that," I smiled softly, grabbing a band-aid out my bag. "I'm Harry, by the way," I said as I opened the band-aid.

"I am Louis," they smiled, blushing softly.

"Hmm, pretty. What pronouns do you prefer, love?" I asked, just in case.

"I'm a boy," he looked down, but then looked back up at me, "Thank you for asking," he giggled as he played with his sweater.

I put the band-aid on his finger. "Well, Louis, looks like you're alright," I smiled softly.

"I am, thank you Harry!" He giggled dramatically, "Oo! Can I have your number?" He asked innocently.

I just smiled and handed him my phone, he giggled as he typed his contact in

Louis !💓🙈

I smiled and took my phone back, "I'll be sure to call," I smiled softly. I was about to turn away, but he apparently wasn't finished yet.

"What are you doing with that camera?" He asked, standing on his tippy toes so he could see the screen of it.

"I take pictures of beautiful things," I smiled at him.

"Ooh, flowers are beautiful," he seemed to agree with me.

I suddenly got an idea, Louis seemed to lose connection with me for a moment, staring over the flowers, admiring them. I grabbed my camera, setting the focus on him, with the flowers setting the picture beautifully. I snapped the picture and he gasped.

"Did you really just take a picture of me, Harry?" He asked, standing on his tippy toes again, wanting to see the picture.

"I told you, I take pictures of beautiful things," I hummed, lightly smiling at his tiny frame.

"Oh, Harry! I am far from beautiful," he said, as if he were in shock that I saw beauty in him.

"I disagree," I huffed, confused of why he would see that, "I think you're very pretty, with your button nose and tiny frame," I smirked at him.

"Hey! Do not talk about how tiny I am!" He said angrily, well, I think it was angry. He looks like a baby penguin. Aw.

"Alright, baby. So how tall are you?" I smirked at him, seeing him cross his arms.

"I am 5'9," he answered, offended to see why I would ask the question.

"Smh, 5'9 my ass, you're like 1'5, maybe 1'7 on tippy toes," I teased softly, but making sure he knew I was only teasing. I would never want to tear down the insecure little boy.

"You meanie!" He giggled, lightly hitting my shoulder, his nose scrunching up with his laughter.

"I only speak the truth," I smiled down at him.

"Louis-Louis! There you are!" A women came into view, taking his arm softly.

"I'm sorry about him," she looked at me, and I was confused.

"He wasn't doing anything wrong?" I said softly, "He's just talking to me," I reassured, "No worries,"

"Oh, well Louis. I told you not to leave my sight," she said sternly.

"But mummy! I wanted to see the pretty boy with all the pretty flowers!" Louis whined to his mother.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again, pulling him away, he waved to me and caught up to his mother.

I was confused.

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wow harrie u so hipster

larrie is real
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