Peter Pan and The Lost Boy ➸ louisandharry

Chapter Seven

"Hey, you're back! It's been a while, man." This person, who must be Josh, hugged the brunet and gave him a slap on the back. 

Huh, I still don't know his name. 

"Few years passed and you're still in this shit hole." Josh laughed. "It sucks but it pays." I awkwardly stood there with my hands behind my back. I know they always shook when I'm nervous and I have no idea why I'm nervous. 

Although I'm sure this boy wouldn't judge me for it, I didn't want him to be unimpressed. 

"So, why after all this time, Tommo?" 

 Tommo? Is that his name? 

"Just strolling out with curly over here." Josh whipped his head to look at me. (i swear if you imagined a nae nae going on in there, you're not alone) "You still have a type." He said. "Shut up, Devine." 

"Anyway, you know the drill, man. I edit you out of the CCTV tapes and you owe me a fuck." 

I don't know what my expression looked like but Josh started to cackle. Ass. 

"Go fuck yourself, Josh. See you around." The brunet retorted laughingly. Josh gave us a salute before this blue eyed boy took my hand in his and tugged me along into the dreaded building that made SeaWorld. 

Now that I felt at ease, I let go of his hand and walked behind him instead. 

"You and him," Should I call him Tommo? "Tommo?" Well I did anyway. "No." He replied curtly. Wrong call, Styles. "Don't ever fucking call me Tommo." He snapped. "I—I'm sorry. I thought it was your name." 

"It is my name." He answered. "Well, what should I call you then?" He paused for a moment and looked at me. "Shorty." 

"But you hate it." 

"Not when you say it." 

I smiled and he smiled back. His teeth were so white and pearly, it was like he came out of a Colgate commercial. 

"Poor dolphins." 

The tank wasn't clean enough for the dolphins. The filter must have been broken. 

"What do we do?" I asked. He took out a sharpie from his pocket and wrote ANIMAL ABUSE in squiggly, capital letters. 

I took the sharpie and wrote my own statement on it. 

We sat down beside the tank and watched the sleeping dolphins. 

"How's the night so far, Curly?" He asked. "Like a breathe of fresh air." I answered. 

I pulled the small notebook that I had in my pocket. It gave me a hard time sitting comfortably. 

"And what do we have here?" 

He snatched the notebook from my hands and began to read the contents out loud."Peter Pan?" He looked at me curiously. "Those are stories I wrote for my little sister." I said. "Peter Pan and The Lost Boy." He looked at me every once in a while as he read the whole story. 

"She must have loved them." He said, after finishing the story, and handed me the notebook. His gaze returned to the marine creatures in deep slumber. "It helps her forget the bad things." I mumbled. 

"I don't know what your story is, Curly, but you should never feel like these poor animals, you know, surviving. What's the point of being alive if you're just trying to survive? It's not living anymore it's just trying to exist." 

"You're asking for moments and it's the luxury I can never afford." 

"If you don't have moments in your life, what are you going to tell your children? Fairy tales are just fairy tales, Curly, children are going to see the world and find out that fairy tales aren't real. You have to show them that good things aren't only in fairy tales." 

"I think I understand what you're trying to say." I looked at him, noticing everything—from his charming blue eyes, to his thin lips, his stubble and his untrimmed hair going in every direction. 

This is a moment and I'm not going to let it pass. 

"If good things only happened in fairy tales, Peter Pan wouldn't have found the lost boy inside a pub."

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hello friends

i have this idea for a new story and it's still an au

a wizard something kinda au

i know it sounds weird but i promise i'll try to make it great

so i'm gonna start it as soon as i finish this short story

ok that is all i love larry

but they probably love each other more