So many things had happened before Harry had blacked out. But that one question kept swimming around in his head - the one that was a bit more "naggy" than 'why did I have that last drink?' or 'how am I gonna get home tonight?'. That one question was 'how did I get invited in the first place?'. How did Harry get invited to the best party of the year? Harry was no more than your average nerd; scraping his way through highschool only to be the one signing your paycheck in the long run. And it wasn't just any party thrown by any person. It was thrown by Louis Tomlinson.
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For Louis, Forever Ago || Larry a.u.
Fanfictionlet's go in the garden / you'll find something waiting right there where you left it / lying upside down when you finally find it / you'll see how it's faded the underside is lighter / when you turn it around everything stays / right where you left...
