Larry Stylinson Smut Collection

A Flying Fuck!

Type;
Top!Louis, Bottom!Harry,
Demon!Louis, Human!Harry.

Summary;
"Me name's Louis! Memorize it! You'll be screaming it later!"

"O-kay!"

Or

where Louis is a mystical Deadly creature that Harry runs into one faithful Dark night and changes both their lives forever.

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That stupid stupid stupid pathetic bitch! Who does she thinks she is? Humiliating me infront of the whole school and laughing on me like I am some pathetic joke?! I hate her! I've never hated anyone but I fucking hate her!!!

Harry was walking alone soaking in the rain with tear stains on his cheeks in a dark night at about 3 am in the city of London. He'd just been bullied by this bitch whose been on Harry's back since the 4th grade. Harry hates her. She outed Harry infront of the whole school and laughed at his face and called him a Faggot.

Alot of people had stared at him in shock, others laughed at him and told him to kill himself while some were disgusted and angry.

Harry cried and cried till his tears ran out. Harry was just 16 and closeted gay outside his home till tonight. His mum and sister were the only people he called his Family and they knew about his sexual preferences since he was 12. It wasn't much of a shock to them and they supported him with all their hearts and soul.

The only reason he didn't want to come out at school was because of people's judgement. He'd always wanted to be one of those people who don't care about what others think about them and did whatever they wanted but the sad part is that he isn't. He isn't like that at all. He can't stop worrying about people judging him and making fun of him. He's always been a people's pleaser and overly nice to every living creature even if it was an ant or a tall tree, he'd care about everything the same way he cared about other humans.

But apparently some people find it annoying and don't like the fact that he's so nice and can easily win anyone's heart in a split second so that's the reason when he went to Briana's party she outed him and showed videos how he'd gone out with a guy from another school who happened to be her cousin Nick. To say Harry felt heartbroken was an understatement. He was completely shatered. The first date and first kiss he has ever shared with a person was just a prank and Harry had always been the cheesy romantic ones who believed that their firsts were supposed to be special.

But apparently that's not the case. So he ran. He ran from the party like he'd never run before and now he was in the part of London he had no idea about. He's never been here but he couldn't care less. He felt so useless and embarrassed that he wouldn't mind if someone just walked up to him and slit his throat. He felt like his existence didn't matter anymore and home was the only place he dared not go too afraid to face his mum and Sister in such a broken state.

He kept walking, his legs now shaking from the cold since he's completely soaked from head to toe. He kept his head down, shoulders slouched and walked shakely, legs threatening to give out any moment now.

Suddenly he heard a sound and a very weird one at that. It was distant and sounded like a weak choked sob but may be he's just imagining things. He shrugged and continued walking until he heard it again, this time it seemed more clear yet strangled. He stopped in his tracks waiting to hear it again and after about 3 seconds he did. He heard it coming from a small alley between two tall buildings to his left.