Harry POV
He was looking for his brown boots everywhere, for the first time he did not call Anne for help, but he was already late to the meeting, still he knew Niall would not care, he was such a free spirit, but this time in particular, he wanted to be on time, it was going to be the 1st time coming out as “LouisSexual”, that was a term Harry invented to describe what he was going through, because he was sure he was not gay, but he was not even bi, and the only attraction he had was toward Louis, so that was the right term.
But thinking a million times about what to say, that was completely hard for the curly head, and for that reason he fall sleep on his laptop, with nothing but his big shorts on, so he was most likely to catch a cold and to arrive late. Garibaldis was his favorite place, he enjoyed the music and a corner that they had that was special for Fanfiction, oh lord Harry was like a kid in a candy store for all the Fanfiction, in his head, the only person he could imagine that could love that specific corner as much as him was his mate Louis, and that made him even more excited.
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- “Sweet cheeks are you going out?”- Anne yelled from downstairs
- “Yes mom, but I need to find something…”- The old brown boots were really… old, but for some reason Harry seem to never took them off
- “Do you need some help?”
- “No mother, I am fine, but it’s getting late and I am already a little nervous, but don’t even bother coming here cause I won’t let you in”- Harry screams drastically
- “Patience sweet cheeks, but If I were you… I would look right next to your bed, near your Thor comics…”- Anne uses a soft tone, just because she knew Harry way too much.
He looked right there, and like a magic trick, the old boots were laying there… like if Anne had some kind of supernatural power, or maybe just her usual self being charming and smart, either way Harry was extremely happy now with the boots, and he just add a simple shirt and rolled up the sleeves a little, then he add some nice perfume and try to make their head look decent (but not really). After all that, he was completely ready to look at the mirror and imagine Niall´s reaction. After everything they have been through, it could not be that hard, the guy was a little Irish angel, how can he get mad at Harrys new found personal interest, probably he was just going to laugh at it, and then tell him more about his day and yeah, basically that.
Still he knew that Niall may want an explanation for the last couple of weeks. You know when your best friend is acting weird, that’s why you call them “best” friends, and that applies to Niall, still right now Harry´s main concern was that he was supposed to meet the Irish guy at a certain hour, and now he was apparently one whole hour late, which he was definitely worried, specially cause he did that little lie everyone does once in a while were you say “I´m on my way” and you haven’t even get out of your bed, cause that´s what Harry did.
The skinny boy went downstairs looking rather nice and fresh, and he caught Robyn´s attention. He may be dressed as a normal day, but for some reason, Robyn had this ability of really getting people´s moods by just looking at them, and of course he could feel Harry´s nervousness while going out.
- “Harry you look a little nervous? Is everything alright”- He looks at Harry as a father figure, thing that he loved
- “Yeah Robyn, just a little tired… and excited, all at the same time, it’s a little mix of emotions”- Harry answers speaking a little slow
- “Good, but just…”- Then Robyn lowers his voice slightly- “If you are going to meet a girl, and do… you know, that kind of things young boys do with ladies”
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Stranger (Larry Stylinson Omegle)
FanfictionHarry is a 19 year old that spends way too much time indoors, he loves to watch his YouTubers daily, but once he finds through a Draw My Life video that you can find a girlfriend in a webpage called OMEGLE, he goes to the adventure of his life and f...