Infinity (Larry Stylinson One-Shots)

A long way from the play ground

Memories of Louis and Harry's relationship leading up to their 10 year high school reunion.

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Louis' POV: Age 7/ Everything Has Changed

"Come on, Louis, kick it over here!" Max yelled from across the field. I ran as fast as I could to the moving ball, a blur of black and white spots.  I could do this, you've got this Louis. Just like dad showed you, kick and pass.  I squinted my eyes and looked at Max, trying to aim it perfectly, but completely missing and instead, hitting another boy with dark curly hair.  It hit him right in the head, and knocked his small body down to the ground. He cupped his cheek where the ball had hit, shock written all over his reddened face. Oh, no, I hope my mom didn't see that.  She always warned me about playing too rough.

"Nice going, Louis!" Max yelled, running away towards the swings.  Of course Max would leave the blame to me, he always did this, and I wasn't sure why I was still friends with him. Now I didn't know what to do, panic filling me.  I was going to get in so much trouble.  I should run. Taking a look around I noticed that no one saw what happened.  I could follow Max and play with him and forget the boy and what happened, but looking at him from over here I could tell he was holding back tears. 

With a grunt, I ran over, trying not to trip on my shoelace that had come untied, and stopped a few feet from the boy.  He peaked up at me with tear filled eyes that were so green they reminded me of the grass beneath us and my favorite colored Popsicle.  They were so pretty and shiny like the stars.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to hit you, I promise." I said quickly, hoping he wasn't really hurt and that we wouldn't have to tell our moms. The boy picked at the collar of his light pink shirt, a funny color for a boy if you asked me, and whipped his nose. I could see where the ball had hit his face, his cheek now bright red and puffy. 

"I'm okay. I know you didn't mean to hit me.  Still hurt a lot." He said in a high pitched voice. He rubbed at his eye with a balled up fist, wiggling his nose a bit.

"Do you need help getting up?" I offered, feeling very bad for what happened.

He shook his head, and slowly raised to his feet which turned in slightly. He was shorter than me but not by much, maybe a little younger too.  His face was more babyish than boyish, but maybe that was just because of the large dimples that showed when he smiled gently.  He reminded me of a frog or one of those dolls my little sister had.

"Look, I know I really hurt you, but please don't tell your mom it was me. I can't get in trouble again, my mom would kill me. It'll be our own little secret." I pleaded, hoping the  boy would understand. His green eyes sparked as he nodded eagerly.

"Our own secret? I can keep a secret.  Mom says not to keep secrets, but I can keep this one. See, zipped and locked." He mimicked the motion of sealing his lips and throwing away the key.  I had to laugh because he was cute and funny, and I decided then that I liked him and wanted to be his friend.

"Thank you. I'm Louis by the way."

"I'm Harry! I'm six and my favorite color is pink. Oh and I have a kitty named Snow because she has black and white fur like Snow White." Harry hurried out excitedly.  Boy he could talk, but I couldn't help myself from getting sucked into his cheerful smile. 

"I like cats too.  I have one named Hank, but he's really old and fat." I joked, making the boy giggle into his hands.  I found myself wanting to make him laugh again, and offered