flower crowns ;; larry stylinson

;; four

harry didn't like group projects.

he didn't like meeting new people or talking to any of them, either. he just wasn't that keen on being social with new people. he had a very rough time with zayn, but thank god he understood harry's condition and the way he needed to be treated and cared for.

he liked the way zayn treated him differently, but not too differently where harry felt like he was handicapped, because he wasn't. he knew he wasn't completely normal and that he needed a few quirks of help here and there, but he also knew that he shouldn't be held back into trying new things. and zayn understood that. he went slow, but not too slow. and he helped harry more than anybody could understand.

but having new people around him, asking him questions and laughing and goofing off, it didn't sit well with harry. he didn't like the two new kids that were in front of him, he didn't like that he was assigned to work with them, and he didn't like the way he felt outcasted by them.

so, when the two boys started writing their names down on a blank piece of paper, he decided to tell them his name. he didn't mean for it to be so troubling to say, but he knew it needed to be done. so, he plucked up some courage and spoke.

"m-my names h-harry." he said softly, cursing at himself for stuttering.

the two boys shifted their attention towards harry, quirking their eyebrows up in confusion, before they both broke into a warm smile.

"nice name, lad. i'm niall." the blonde boy with rosy cheeks and spiky quiffed hair spoke, reaching his hand out to shake harry's. he had a thick irish accent that you couldn't miss even if you tried.

"and i'm liam, pleasure to meet you." the other boy with caramel brown hair said right after, swatting niall's hand playfully to grasp harry's with his own, shaking it softly.

harry smiled, a light shade of pink forming onto his cheeks. "what, what do we do?" he asked, sitting up a little straight with a tad bit more confidence in his voice.

"well, we need to build a building out of either toothpicks, popsickle sticks, or clay. and we need to paint it with only four colors, thoughts?" liam answered, reading off the paper that the teacher handed out.

"well, that's stupid. isn't this art class? i don't remember signing up for wood shop." niall rolled his eyes, shaking his head lightly.

harry laughed lightly as liam shoved him playfully, scolding him like a mother would a child. he didn't feel as scared, but he was still on guard about them. and that's okay.

***

zayn and harry were both currently walking towards harry's house, since niall and liam were coming over and zayn didn't want to leave harry alone with only the two of them.

"you guys met in art class, correct?" zayn asked, kicking a few pebbles off the ground and sliding them across the pavement.

"yeah, they were nice." harry answered, a small smile tugging at his lips as he twirled his white and yellow flower crowns between his fingers. he lightly touched the little pedals before expanding the crown hesitantly, and placing it onto zayn's head.

zayn smiled fondly at harry. "what were their names again, h?"

"niall and liam." harry responded. "we met in art class. they were nice. they didn't hurt me. ."

"okay."

***

"but building it out of popsicle sticks would be so fun, liam, i don't get how you don't see that." niall complained, opening up his third can of root beer before chugging it down.