Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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we're pretending the blue shirt is a sweater fuck you bye

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Scene 12 - lovely boy. Tomlinson-Johnson home. 2:45 pm. Santa Cruz, California.

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"Shane get off." I whine. I've been begging him to stop playing video games and do something not boring as fuck with me, but he won't budge. He's stopped responding now.

I sit up and decide I'll go downstairs and eat something. That always seems to cure boredom for a bit.

I high knee down the stairs and grab an apple in the kitchen. It's a beautiful apple. Red and juicy.

I guess I swoon over apples now.

The door opens in the front and I hear my aunt squeal. It must be someone special, she's not a very loud person. She's always been laid back like me and that's why we've always been so close. We're probably closer than my mom and I.

"Hey, Alyssa." I hear a certain raspy voice speak.

"Hello, Harry." My aunt responds, I assume she's letting him go from a hug. They walk into the living room and I zip around to peek and reassure my eyes that what I heard was correct.

"Who's this gorgeous woman?" I see Harry smile at my mom as he takes her hand in his, she blushes, he looks back to my aunt.

Harry's wearing a blue Princeton sweater and nice black jeans. His hair is in a cute, tan headband. His curls almost swallow the fabric.

"This is Johanna. She's Louis' mother, and I'm sure you two have already met, considering our pair of teenagers were out all night last night." Aunt Alyssa chuckles.

"Yes," Harry turns his head in my direction. "Very lovely boy."

His smile causes my legs to give out, I drop my apple but quickly scramble to pick it up and toss it in the trash. Instead, Harry does it for me. He walks back into the room with a smile on his face, like always.

"Of course." My mom smiles at me and because my presence is known within the room now, I step towards Harry.

"What brings you here?" I ask Harry.

"Just dropping by to see Shaner." He answers with that ridiculously cute smile.

"Alright. He's upstairs, Louis, would you mind guiding Harry up there?" Aunt Alyssa asks.

"No problem." I respond and start walking up the stairs.

He walks behind me and I can't help but feel weird and tense with him near me. I don't like it, but my body already decided that I won't be normal around him.

After about five more steps Harry grips my wrist and stops me from moving any further. His grip doesn't hurt but it's very restricting, and it's scary because I don't really mind that he's in control of me. I should mind.

I turn my head around and he's not saying anything. Instead he's looking at me with those fucking eyes and that fucking stare. His lips curve into a smirk quickly and he eases my body on the wall, moving his face closer and closer to mine. I need to adjust my eyes to his as he gets closer.

We're staring at each other, breaths molding and noses kissing.

Before I can understand what's happening and why it's happening Harry's eyes close and he's leaning closer and closer to my slightly parted mouth.