In my dreams - Larry Stylinson [AU]

seven

❝ a rose can never be a sunflower and a sunflower can never be a rose. all flowers are beautiful in their own way, and so are people. ❞ -Miranda Kerr.

In my dreams – seven

“Are we there yet?” Louis complains after three minutes.

“If you’re gonna be like that the whole ride, you’re gonna have to walk”, Niall warns him.

Louis looks at Harry with pleading eyes. “He doesn’t mean that, does he?”

“I’m afraid he does”, Harry chuckles.

“You wouldn’t let him kick me out of the car, would you, Haz?”

“His car, his rules”, Harry shrugs and Louis gasps.

“You dick!” he exclaims.

“Oi, no fighting in my car. Just entertain yourself, but no sex or making out”, Niall says.

“Aw come on, I can’t even snog my boyfriend because I’m bored?” Louis whines and Harry laughs.

“No, you cannot”, Niall tells him sternly and Louis glares at him in the rear view mirror.

“There, there, Lou, it’s not too long before you can snog me all you want.”

“New rule: no talking about sex either”, Niall groans and Harry chuckles. “You’re both menaces.” So, to avoid having Niall kick them out of the car, Harry takes out his phone and earphones and plugs them in again.

“I’m pretty sure we’ve listened to your entire music library on the way here”, Louis says and the younger boy shakes his head.

“We haven’t. I have like three hundred songs on here. Wanna share?” And when Louis nods, he hands him an earphone and they listen to music the rest of the way, starting off with Ho Hey by the Lumineers.

“Niall, where are we going?” Harry asks, taking out his earphone when Niall drives straight past the exit to Holmes Chapel.

“You’ll see”, is all he says.

“I hate it when people say that”, Louis mumbles.

“I heard that.”

As Niall continues driving, Harry thinks. He loves how Louis and Niall are bantering like they’ve been friends forever even though they’ve only known each other for a few days. Sometimes, he wishes he would get along with people that easily, but he doesn’t. People don’t seem to like him, but that might be because of his family’s reputation and how he doesn’t fit the description of a Styles at all.

Harry hates thinking back to his time at school, whether it be primary school or middle school. He was awkward, quiet and his grades were average. He was certainly smart, but scared of giving the correct answer in class and he never wanted to get an A because that meant he’d have to tutor the less smart kids.

He does remember meeting Niall clearly, as if it was yesterday. It was in kindergarten and Harry was the new kid, small, shy and with big green eyes. His Mum had brought him to school, told him to be good and left. He had no idea what to do and he was too shy to ask the teacher where he should go or what he should be doing. And then a small kid with brown hair and a wide smile approached him. “You new?” he’d asked and Harry nodded. “I’m Niall. Come on, I’ll show you where the cool toys are, like the dinosaurs and the racing cars.”

“Can I play with the dolls too?” Harry had blurted out and he’d covered his mouth with his hands quickly. He knew it wasn’t cool for boys to play with dolls but he liked playing with Gemma’s dolls.