Larry Stylinson One Shots

Love You Forever

Love ...

Word Count: 26,444

Dedicated to:  Bonnie J Packer    Forever in my heart<3

Warning: Mentions of self-harm near the end, Sorry. Otherwise, it’s happy and fluffy and super adorable. Long.

Louis’ room is small, but at least he has his own room. His four sisters all have to be slip up among two other rooms. He’s glad he’s a 13 year old boy, old enough to have his own room and be able to hide in there from his sisters, yet still young enough to not get laughed at when he holds his mummy’s hand. What? He still likes the comfort of his mum, who doesn’t?

He still has his racecar bed (Of which his mum swore to getting rid of once they moved to London), but besides that, his room is perfect for a twelve year old. A TV, stereo/sound-system, XBOX360, all the games you could dream for, all of his favourite CD’s, posters all around, clothes everywhere (Already?). Yeah, he just needs a new bed. Louis also has a football and all of his equipment lying around. Oh, the room of a teenage boy.

They moved in just a week ago, and he starts at the new secondary school in about three days. Louis’ mum was laid off and found a job at a daycare here in London, so of course, they moved from Doncaster. Louis’ misses all of his friends, though, Stan the most. They would always go out and kick the football around and he was really excited to be playing on the football team with Stan, but he moved.

He’s still with his four (annoyingly amazing) sisters, and his beautiful mum. Being the oldest does take a toll on him though; while they’ve been here, Louis has had to watch all four of his sisters while his mum was at work and he’s actually quite thankful that school starts in just three days.

Though, he kind of isn’t. He knows nobody here and though he knows he’s a very good person to talk to, he’s still nervous. What if people don’t like him? What if he talks too much or his hair looks dumb or he’s not wearing the right clothes? And he’s never been insecure of himself, really. In Doncaster, all of his classmates grew up with him and learned to love him so he really didn’t have a problem there.

His first day’s outfit is already picked out- he’s very picky about what he wears. A light blue pair of straight jeans with black converse, tan short-sleeved and a beanie. He hopes it isn’t too much or anything. And his mum, of course, chides him and tells him that he’s perfect, of which he blushes to, receiving a hug.

Three days. Three days until Louis walks into secondary school, as the new student. His sisters all laugh at him for being like that, so worried.

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Today, though, when he wakes to the stupid buzzing sound of his alarm clock, he is surprised to find that he’s not the one who turned it off. And to his surprise, again, it’s not his mum or any of his sisters. Instead, a skinny boy with chocolate curls who is already too chiseled for his young age. He must be at least a year or two younger than Louis, with already to plump, pink lips, blazing green eyes, and are those dimples? And his legs are already longer than possible. Who is this angel?