Author's note: Hey everyone, I finally started that Larry fic ! I hope you guys like it, I am personally very excited about it. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my best friend Rachael, uansdrag for helping me come up with this idea, I love you Rach :) ! Anyway I hope you guys like it, without further adieu, here's the first chapter of defenceless.
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"Harry, darling! Get out of bed or you're going to be late for work, I made breakfast!" Comes Jess' feminine, melodic voice calling from the kitchen downstairs. Harry lets out a loud groan and brings a pillow up over his face, letting out a loud huff. He's twenty-four years old and yet, still continues to act like a teenager when it comes to getting out of bed. Begrudgingly, Harry kick off the warm blankets, allowing the burst of cold air to envelope him in a futile attempt to wake himself up. It doesn't work, and he groans again, nevertheless, he forces himself off the bed. Harry stumble over to the closet, rather like a man drunk or hungover, and blindly reaches out to pick out another one the my numerous £900 suits that make up his extensive wardrobe, set to wear to another meaningless day at the job that he hate. Harry knows that he should be more enthusiastic about his work. After all, Harry claims the title 'CEO', but it's so difficult to enjoy going to a place that never interested him in the first place. A place where the people are boring and monotonous. A place where people are bland and rude. A place where the most interesting or entertaining thing that happens on an average day is someone bringing in a large assortment of Starbucks coffees for the morning meeting. Harry lets out a sigh, and begins the repetitive routine of his morning ritual. Brisk shower, brush teeth, fix hair, dress, then meet Jess for breakfast.
"There you are darling, your breakfast is on the table." Jess says sweetly as she smiles warmly towards Harry, then places a soft kiss upon his lips.
Jess is beautiful, truly. She has shoulder length jet black hair and wide, stormy gray eyes. She is tall, standing only a couple dozen centimeters below him. She could have easily chosen a career in acting or modeling based off of her looks alone. Harry is not blind to that.
"Thank you, love." Harry smiles in return, and with as much enthusiasm as one can muster, "It smells incredible."
"It's just sausage and eggs." She laughs. Harry smiles graciously at her and takes a bite, the maple-y flavors engulfing his taste-buds. He consumes the meal in little time, gives Jess a soft peck on the cheek, and begins to make his way to the door, car keys in hand.
"I love you, Harry. Have a wonderful day at work, dear." Jess whispers in his ear as she pulls him into a brief hug.
You know those classic, rich, posh families you see in the cheesy old movies? That's an accurate description of Harry and Jess. From the black and white themed house, to the marble countertops, to the fancy clothes. They're the classic "we don't have any issues" marriage. When in reality they hardly ever talk anymore. Not really. They never truly did, he supposes. Not since they were basically kids. They've been together since they were in high school, simply because it's what everyone expected of them. They got married, bought a big house, and got high paying jobs, because that's what the people around them did. They fell inline with everyone else, because that's all they knew how to do. All they were taught to do. All they were shown.
"I will, Jess. Love you, too." Harry says, closing the door behind himself. He does love her is the thing, but not the way he knows he should. Not in the way he's "supposed" to. They've been through so much together, she's his best friend. But to Harry, that's all she is; his best friend. What's worse though, is Harry knows she loves him. Like she's supposed to love him; like a husband. She wants kids, and a picture perfect family. Harry wants that for her, but he can't find it in himself to be able to give it to her. And he's tried, god, he's tried. He wants that for himself too, but she could never give that to him, and she doesn't even know it. She doesn't even know he's doomed her, doomed both of them to that unfortunate fate.
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Defenceless // Larry Stylinson
FanfictionHarry Styles, successful business man, married to a beautiful woman named Jess. Harry has been forced into the closet since he was a child, but when he meets a man named Louis Tomlinson who dreams of being a performer in desperate need of a job, not...
