Larry Stylinson Oneshots

You're Perfect To Me

A/N: First oneshot! This is a high school AU that I came up with by myself! No warnings, really!

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were the best of friends. Harry was a fit lad with a six pack. He played on the football team and was quite popular. Louis, on the other hand, was curvy and womanly. He had a large bum and was often teased by the other boys for having a girly body. Louis overall, was very girly. He wore bright colors, had a high pitched voice, and like to shop. One day, it had all become too much. A boy named Nick had called him fat and told him to go die. Louis was crying brokenheartedly, his head resting on Harry's shoulder. Harry's arms were wrapped tightly around the smaller boy. "I'm sorry." He whimpered. He was sorry Harry had chosen to be his best friend.

Harry tightened his arms around Louis. "Lou, it's not your fault." He said gently. "You're perfect to me. What Nick thinks doesn't matter. He's just jealous."

Louis sniffed. "Jealous of what? My bum? My stupid voice? My personality?" He let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, right."

Harry sighed and sat down on the couch, pulling Louis onto his lap. He ran a hand through Louis' feathery hair. "Don't cry, sweetie." He murmured.

The term of endearment normally would have made Louis blush, but he was in no mood for it today. His blue eyes were red and puffy. Tear tracks covered his flawless tan skin and his hair was messed up from Harry stroking it. In Harry's eyes, he was still beautiful.

"Boo, why can't you see how beautiful you are?" Harry asked. He rubbed Louis' back gently.

Louis rested his head on Harry's chest and shrugged. "Because I'm not." He said. He pulled away and stood up. "I need to go weigh myself."

Louis ran away from Harry and into the bathroom. He slipped out of his TOMS and stood on the scale. His heart dropped. Last week, at his doctor's appointment, he had weighed 142 pounds. (Sorry, I'm American.And also, this is the average weight for Louis' height. I checked.) Now, he weighed 143. He stepped off the scale and fell down onto the ground, crying loudly.

Harry ran into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around Louis, kneeling down next to him. "Shh, Loubear." He murmured. "Your weight is perfectly normal."

Louis only let out a loud sob and buried his face in Harry's chest. "I-I gained a pound!" He shrieked, his voice becoming even higher as he was distressed.

Harry kissed the top of Louis' head. "Calm down. Lou." He said. "A pound isn't that much."

"Yes it is." Louis mumbled into Harry's chest. "When you're already fat."

Harry sighed and stood up, pulling Louis with him. He wiped Louis' tears away and kissed his forehead. "Come on."

He pulled Louis up the stairs and into his room. He led Louis over to the full length mirror that adorned the far wall and held him in place when Louis tried to turn around.

"No, Harry! I don't want to see myself." Louis whimpered.

"Shush, Louis. Let me talk." Harry said.

He placed Louis' body in front of his own and placed his hands on Louis' hips. "What do you see?" He asked.

Louis reluctantly looked in the mirror. "I see me." He whispered. He looked down, ashamed.

Harry shook his head and used one hand to tilt Louis' head back up, forcing Louis to look at himself in the mirror. "Do you want to know what I see?" He asked softly, trailing his hand down Louis' side.

Louis nodded timidly, afraid Harry would insult him. He bit his lip and stared at himself in the mirror, hating what he saw.

Harry rubbed Louis' sides gently. "Well, I see Louis Tomlinson. My best friend." He began. "I see a boy with bright blue eyes and nice pink lips. He's got soft hair and a really great body." Harry hands danced over Louis' stomach. "He's also got a great bum." Harry brought one hand back and pinched Louis' bum, causing the shorter boy to jump and giggle.

"He's got a cute sense of styles and wears jeans that are way too tight to be legal." Harry said with a laugh. He rested his hands on Louis' hips, causing Louis' heart to flutter. "But the thing I love most about this boy is his personality. He's fun and cute and a little bit crazy. He's got an amazing smile and his laugh fills a whole room. He's a little bit sassy but also the sweetest guy I know." He paused for a moment. "He's practically flawless, on the inside and out. His one flaw is that he's insecure. He doesn't see what I see." Harry rested his chin on top of Louis' head. "He's perfect to me. I don't understand how people can be so mean to him."

Louis was practically in tears again. He leaned back against Harry's chest. "I love you, Harry." He whipspered.

"Not as much as I love you." Harry murmured. He turned Louis to face him. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

Louis nodded hesitantly. "Kind of."

Harry smiled slightly and leaned in. "I'm going to kiss you now." He whispered.

"Okay." Louis replied softly. Their lips touched together.

Harry was sure to go slow with Louis, wanting to pour every ounce of love he had for the blue eyed boy into the kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds.

"You're perfect to me, Lou." Harry murmured. "Absolutely perfect."

Louis smiled and pecked Harry's lips. In his mind, he would always be insecure. But maybe with Harry's help, he could find a way to love himself like Harry did.