LARRY. In which an innocent boy named Louis is accused of murder and sentenced to jail. He never anticipated to meet the love of his life, bad boy Harry Styles in prison.
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"Stop calling me Harry, go hang out with Kayleigh."
Those were the last words the curly haired man had heard before the line went dead. To say he was worried was an understatement. After ejecting the family disc he had yelled for the small boy to come downstairs, only to receive no answer; he later, after an hour of searching, came to the conclusion that Louis had left.
"Fuck." He cursed.
Harry frowned, he didn't know what had made the beautiful boy he loved dearly so upset. The past few weeks had been perfect; they hadn't fought once - the curly haired man had no clue what could make Louis run out like that.
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One week later, and no sign of the caramel haired boy; Harry was beggining to consider calling the police. He had called everyone he knew, visited Louis' mother... nothing.
Just as he was about to file missing person report he heard a knock on the door. With bags under his eyes, messy hair, facial hair regrowth, oily locks and smelly clothes; Harry suddenly had hope. Hope that Louis had decided to come home.
"Louis!" Harry all but yelled as he opened the door, only to be let down when he saw a smiling Kayleigh.
"No silly, it's not Louis, it's me." She giggled softly, pushing Harry's shoulder lightly before frowning, "you look like crap."
Harry sighed, shoulders sagging as he began to walk back to the couch, leaving Kayleigh to close the door and follow behind him. The ex-prisoner flopped onto the sofa with a thud.
"Lou's missin." He murmured as the pretty girl sat next to him, rubbing his back.
"Missing?"
"Yes! Fucking missing Kayleigh can't you hear." The said girl was taken back by his outburst.
"Haz...." He sat up.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so worried." He let his head flop onto her shoulder, and even though he had been taught that men don't cry, he let the tears fall.
He let a tear fall for the time he nearly hit Louis in jail. He let a tear fall for the time he accused Louis of cheating. He let a tear fall for the time he failed to protect Louis from Zayn. He let a tear fall for exposing Louis to death and chaos. He finally released all the sadness and guilt he had, and it made him feel refreshed.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Kayleigh I probably ruined your lovely dress with my tears. Fuck I'm a failure."
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Kayleigh proceeded, to rub Harry's soft cheek with her equally soft hand before pulling him into a hug, whispering into his ear comforting things. The oblivious man failed to notice how she continued to hit on him, by placing her hand a little too close to his crotch.
Suddenly a bang of a closing door was heard, and soft footsteps filled the room. Harry looked up just in time to notice the boy that had been missing for seven days now. With a gasp, he pushed the black haired girl away and stood up.
"Louis! I was so worried baby." The curly haired man rushed forward to hug the small boy, only for Louis to avoid his comforting embrace.
"I... I don't understand Lou. What did I do."
The small boy stared blankly at Harry, in the same clothes he left the house in.
"You love Kayleigh don't you." He finally responded. Suddenly anger overtook the caramel haired boy's body as he remembered what he had heard that night in the basement. "I heard you, Harry! I heard you say you wank to her!" He raised his voice.
Louis began to walk towards the front door once more only for Harry to grab his arm. "No Louis. I refuse to let the love of my life walk away from me once again. I love you. And you will let me explain."
Although it was most certainly not the best time to manhandle an angry Louis, Harry picked the small boy up and swung him over his shoulder as he began to walk down to the basement.
"Kayleigh please leave." He said, not even caring for her now that Louis had returned.
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"It... so it was just that tape I heard?" Louis bit his lip in embarrassment. Harry had taken him down to the basement and sat him on the couch, quickly playing him the tape he had unmistakably overheard. "Yes." Harry smiled softly, so happy that his boy was safe.
"I'm so sorry-" Louis began to apologise as he sat in his boyfriends lap snuggling into the warmth that he had missed ever so dearly. Harry interrupted Lou, "don't apologise" before kissing him; the kiss was soft and delicate as if it was his last ever kiss with the endearing boy.
