Larry Stylinson Smut

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Harry Styles has always loved pretty things. When he was little, he used to root through Gemma's dress up box and parade around the house in her tutus and princess dresses. His mom always thought it was too adorable for words, his dad never really cared either way, and Gemma was usually cross because Harry always took her favorite dresses. (He can't help that he has good taste.)

The love for pretty things doesn't go away as he gets older. He plays dress up until it is no longer 'socially acceptable' for a little boy to put on dresses, but still eyes the box longingly and will dress up for himself when no one is home or everyone else is otherwise occupied.

He tried to tamp down his affinity for it as he grew older. He'd still long for the feeling of lace and ruffles against his skin, but didn't pursue it any, afraid he'd be branded as a freak and a weirdo. While trying to put aside his love for lace and ruffles against his skin, he acknowledged and accepted his sexuality. His mum and sister did as well. His coming out was pretty anti-climactic as far as coming out goes. It happened over dinner as Gemma pushed peas around on her plate, her eyes snapping up when Harry shakily said

"Uh...um...I'mgay"

"That's nice, honey." Anne had said. "Now finish your peas."

That's pretty much that really. Harry couldn't dream up a better family if he tried.

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On a dare when he's 16 years old, before everything happens with x-factor, he's shopping with some friends. A few of them giggle as they pass Victoria's Secret. Harry gazes longingly, wishing he could go in and buy himself one special pretty thing.

"Dare you to go in" one of his friends says.

"Okay," Harry says with a shrug.

His friends all blink at him owlishly. Harry rolls his eyes.

"Grow up," Harry says "it's underwear. If you can't handle a walk past Victoria's Secret you're sure as hell not grown up enough to handle an actual real life girl wearing anything out of that store."

"Fine," Will says, "If you're so grown up I dare you to go in there and buy some."

"Okay," Harry says, walking off before any of them can say something else.

When he walks in he's assaulted by the smells and sounds of the whole store. The thump of the bass, the smell of perfume, the girls all around flicking through racks and fondling bras to see how much padding they have. He goes around to a few different tables filled with panties, biting his lip as he peruses.

"Can I help you?" a girl asks him "You look a bit lost."

"Uh," Harry says "my best girl friend...she loves it here."

"Girl friend or girlfriend" she asks with a sly smile.

"Girl friend." Harry clarifies. "My boyfriend wouldn't be too keen about me chatting up a girl."

Okay so Harry lies about having a boyfriend, but it's the easy way out. The sales girl laughs.

"Okay," she says "did you check in the PINK room? I'm sure she'd love a shirt or something from that collection."

"Good idea," Harry says "She's got a lot of that stuff."

She smiles and points him in the direction of the PINK room and he walks off. His eyes widen when he sees the table full of panties. He wants to avoid looking like a creep, but the store is relatively empty so he goes on over. He sees a sign that says 5 for $25.00 and he bites his lip, deciding to go for it. He walks slowly around the table, picking carefully.