The CDs Boy [Larry AU]

Part One

Disclaimer: This is the translation to a Larry AU in Spanish (El Chico de los CDs), the only thing I own is the translation to English. Please do not repost! I put a lot of effort on translating this for more people to enjoy it. The story is quite long so I'm dividing it in a few parts.

"Harry, love, you need to get up. It's late"

The feminine voice from his mother was heard coming into the boy's room, opening the curtains along with the windows. The boy groaned and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Harry, please"

The boy ignored her, making his mother sigh and kiss his forehead through the blanket. It was the mid-nineties, the streets in England were covered in fog during the Autumn.

Anne was in the kitchen making breakfast for her son. Harry was a special boy, he was diagnosed since he was younger with a decease of growth not specified. It's some sort of decease that affects the ability to socialize correctly with people. It can be from not being able to speak with other people to not being able to socialize. Everything in his head was fine, he didn't have any other problem, he wasn't a genius nor stupid, his brain was normal. The closest person to him was his mother, she was the only person he'd speak to. Any other person who would be near him would make him nervous. He had a panic attack in class when he was in middle school, his classmates and teachers were worried because they didn't know what was happening, that was until his mom got there and decided it would be better if he studied at home with a person he trusted and not around people that would make him uncomfortable. No specialist could tell if he'd stop being like that at some point of his life but she never lost hope.

She heard footsteps from the boy walking down the stairs and turned around hiding something behind her back. The teenager of only sixteen years old walked in the kitchen wearing his stripped pajamas, with messy hair and yawning slightly.

"Hey love, how did you sleep?" She asked sweetly while she was placing the breakfast on the table.

The boy simply shrugged without being rude and he took a seat.

"Eat before it gets cold"

It was Thursday. Harry had classes in the living room from Monday to Thursday with a woman really nice called Marianne. She had been Harry's teacher for years, she was now used to his manners and he could trust her. Friday he had an appointment with his psychologist, he didn't spend as much time with her as he did with Marianne, they never got really close, so they didn't talk a lot. Saturday was his free day, he could sleep all day if he wanted to, or just spend the day however he wanted. Sunday was the day Harry disliked the most, his family gathered at his grandparents house and had a dinner, all his family were there, uncles, aunts, cousins. Harry didn't like that many people tried to interact with him.

On Thursday he'd have Maths class, he hated it, he wasn't bad at it but it wasn't a class he enjoyed; his mom knew that, so she'd always try to cheer him up by making his favorite food or giving him a present.

"Harry", she said to get the boy's attention, who stopped eating and looked up at her. "I got something for you" Harry's stare was inexpressive, like it would always be. His mom pulled out from her back a gift, a cd he wanted. "It's the one you wanted, isn't it?" He nodded, looking at every detail of the cd, "don't you have something to say?"

Harry looked back at her and simply mumbled a 'Thank you' and smiled softly, since he never talked, his mother was more than happy to hear him speak at least one word.

"Okay, I'm going to the groceries shop. If you're good during the class, I'll cook something for you" she winked and Harry nodded, keeping the smile on his face as he watched her leave.