For Louis, Forever Ago || Larry a.u.

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**Author's Note: yeah, i'm aware i have other stories to write, so please don't nag me about it :)) thanks to all who read, i really hope you enjoy it.xx

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Harry's ears rung with an electrical hum, reminding him of what he did the previous night. The feeling came back to his body like a giant tidal wave; the sticky carpet under his face, the bruises and scratches that littered his body, the red sharpie stained on his cheeks in the shape of a kiss.

What happened to him last night?

Slowly, he opened his eyes. It took a while for his vision to refocus (but it was still extremely blurry) and his eyes to adjust to the sunlight warming his skin, but he got used to it quickly enough. Even more slowly, he peeled himself from the floor, with dozens of lines of syrup and stickiness attached to both him and the ground. He inspected his body. His shirt was torn and his pants were rolled. Someone had tried to get him to strip. Harry's hand went to his face to push up his glasses. Only to his surprise, he found himself tapping the bridge of his nose.

He stumbled around frantically looking for his glasses, "Where, where did they," he thought aloud. He tripped through the door leading out of the bedroom and fell, face-first, on the hardwood surface.

Apparently, the noise attracted someone, "Who's there?" A voice called from the adjacent room.

Harry's eyes shot open and he completely forgot about the surging pain running through his head, "Um, yeah... I was just leaving," he muttered after clearing his throat.

He looked up to see feet making their way towards him. Slowly, Harry pushed himself up to see the owner of the pair of feet.

"L-Louis," Harry stammered, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, I'll b-be out of here b-before you know it." How could Harry be so stupid? Of course it was Louis Tomlinson's voice. The one he heard almost every day after school for the past 4 weeks.

"Don't be silly, mate!" Louis said, offering a hand. "Just about everyone already left, actually... You're welcome to stay for breakfast, though!"

"Yeah, um, s-sure," Harry ran a hand through his hair, which was surprisingly curly, "hey, have you by any chance seen my glasses?"

"They're on the coffee table," Louis answered, tugging on his light blue pajama pants. "But if you want an honest opinion, it would suit you better to not wear them," He said with a half-smile. "I'll be in the room over, just give me a shout if something comes up and you have to leave!" He strode out of the room until Harry could barely hear the sound of his heels thumping the ground.

Harry scrambled to his feet as quickly as possible and debated whether or not to stay for breakfast. His stomach growled and that worked as the deciding factor. He smoothed his hair down as well as possible, he wasn't used to it being in it's natural state. He usually slicked it back; it was easier to cope with while taking tests and such.

He shuffled into the living room and picked his glasses up from the table and placed them on the edge of his nose. They were slightly more crooked than they were last time he put them on, but he realised that it was just an outcome of the party.

Harry took a deep breath and crept into the kitchen. He saw little framed pictures that only had quotes like "believe in yourself!" on them. There were two windows that formed a corner and a small bench next to both of them. About two feet away from the bench was a table along with 6 chairs. And no more than a yard away from the seating was Louis Tomlinson trying to do far too many things at once in a kitchen. Louis was opening the fridge with his toes, mixing eggs with one hand, frying bacon with the other, and adjusting the temperature on the stove with his mouth.

Harry would say something stupid like, "N-Need any help?" as Louis still 'had his mouth full'.

A middle finger made itself quite visible to Harry as Louis finished two things he was doing. "Yes, I would like some bloody help," he cried.

Harry rushed over and took the fridge door. "So, a-awesome party last night..."

"Harry, you shouldn't try small talk, it really isn't your thing," Louis said, pouring the beaten eggs onto the pan before bursting out in laughter. "Only joking, mate," He pushed him playfully with his foot.

Harry responded with a bit of nervous laughter.

"But the party was epic, wasn't it?" Louis said, almost in warily, as he began to flip the bacon.

"Yeah, how many c-cups did you have?" Harry asked, hoping that he'd said the right thing.

"None," Louis replied, patting his stomach, "weak liver."

"Well, it keeps you from g-getting drunk."

"More like keeps me from living..." Louis grumbled, putting the eggs onto a plate. "Could you get the orange juice from the icebox?"

"Y-yeah, certainly," Harry stumbled to the fridge and tugged the handle. "Um, where is it?"

Suddenly, Louis was behind him, "Right in front of you," he said, pointing from over Harry's shoulder. "If you hide something in plain sight, you'll never see it, you know."

"But if it's in plain sight, are you r-really looking?" Harry just had to turn his head slightly to be face-to-face (or face-to-forehead) with Louis.

"I'll have to get back with you on that one," Louis said with that smirk again. "You wanna set the table?"

"If only I c-could find the utensils..." Harry groaned, earning a chuckle from Louis.

"Hey, who invited you?" Louis asked once the table was set and they were sitting down to eat.

"Um, John Dupree. Yeah, w-we're in Physics together," Harry sputtered since he had just filled his mouth with orange juice.

"Oh, okay... Who invited him?" Louis picked up a piece of bacon and turned it around in his hands.

"I-I..."

"Relax, we all had fun, didn't we?" Louis dropped his bacon back on his plate.

"Yeah, yeah we did."

"And your hair - wow. That is something," Louis got a forkful of eggs and held them up to his nose. "I didn't know you went to parties, when did that start?" He asked before putting it back on his plate.

"This was actually the first real party that I've ever been to..."

"Define 'real', for me," Louis said, propping his head up on his hands and tilting it to the side slightly.

"Real as in something some b-bloke's mum didn't force him to invite that dork from p-primary school to," Harry replied resentfully, stabbing his fork in his scrambled eggs.

"Well, I'll make sure to invite you to everything without my mum's permission," Louis smiled, taking a sip from his mug.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," Harry said, devouring his breakfast. "And this food was really good..."

"Oh, thanks, do you want mine as well?" Louis slid his plate towards Harry.

"Why? Aren't you h-hungry?" Harry said, suddenly feeling guilty for eating his food so greedily.

"Yeah, but, just not feeling up to it, y'know?"

"D-do you wanna lay down, or...?" Harry was stammering up a storm. He's always had a problem, but the speech therapists said he would eventually grow out of it. But that's not usually a fact that you can get through the thick skull of a bully.

"Nah, I'll be fine. But do you want to see something cool?" A small light flickered in Louis's eyes as he brought up this 'cool' thing.

"Um, s-sure," Harry said, abandoning his nearly empty plate and following Louis out the back door.