I Think You'd Be Good To Me, and I'd Be So Good to You. [Larry One Shot.]

A/N: So I am the "old" WeWillLove, I deleted my Wattpad a few months ago and cannot recover it so I'm on my old one but I changed the user to WeWillLove aha. 

I also posted this on ao3, but I decided to post it on here also.

The title is from Good to You by Marianas Trench, I'll put that on the side.

Dedicated to Bella, because I love her so much even though she probably won't read this.

Twitter: @lusterlarry a follow would be great :)

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Harry was a hopeless romantic, his mother would always tell him.

Maybe it was the fact that he wrote only romance novels and had never fallen in love or maybe it was the fact that he watched Love, Actually 42 times, and counting, and cried every time.

It wasn't like Harry couldn't find a boyfriend, yes, he was gay, very gay actually, but he could actually easily find someone. But Harry was one of those people who didn't want to just date someone who would last a week or two then they would break up, because Harry falls fast and hard, a part of being a hopeless romantic.

But Harry also really wanted to fall in love, wanted to settle down even though he was only 23 and most men his age wanted to party and club every night, Harry had a different idea, always has.

Come to think of it, Harry had always been one of those people who was way different than the other guys his age. At age 8, Harry preferred reading to playing outside and scraping his knees playing footie. At age 11, Harry preferred writing poems to making out with girls before he even realized he was gay. At age 15, when everyone was in a sport, Harry was in Reading Competition and worked for the school Newspaper. And at age 23, Harry had never drunk an alcoholic beverage in his life, besides the time he had mistaken his aunt's beer for apple juice when he was 10, it took hours to get the bitter taste from his mouth.

So really, Harry didn't have much interest for the “normal” activities.

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Harry was not really supposed to be here.

Not really supposed as to this is something he usually didn't do and he didn't really want to be here.

Expect it was a footie match and Liam's boyfriend Zayn was playing and he dragged Harry along because Harry, you haven't left the house in three weeks, which was absolutely not true, he did leave to get groceries last week. But anyway, here he was in the stands awkwardly while Liam cheered every time Zayn did something or whatever and Harry was sitting here acting like he had an idea as to what was going on while he hadn't the slightest idea. All Harry knew was that there were a bunch of attractive men kicking a sphere around and into a net and when it was in the net the crowd cheered so it must have counted for something Harry didn't really care about.

After the game Liam ran down the stands, almost tripping multiple times, and into Zayn's sweaty embrace. Harry wrinkled his nose at the thought and then noticed a boy standing next to Louis with brown hair that was sticking to his forehead laughing with Zayn and Liam and Harry decided it was his chance to make an escape.

“Hazza!” bloody hell.

“Get your ass down here and meet Louis!”

And so Harry found himself making his way down the stands while Liam grinned up at him and Harry had a scowl on his face because he really just wanted to go home and sleep or make some easy mac or something, whatever. When Harry reaches the three he plasters a smile on his face but it looks more like a grimace and either they don't notice or pretend not to.