Magic [larry au]

Chapter 1

Harry was single, and he hated it.

Usually, he wasn't the kind of person to dwell on these things. Everybody knew teenage relationships never lasted. He was the type of person to focus more on his magic instead, maybe school sometimes, but never boys. Boys were a no-no, and he couldn't care less either. Before, he was all about being independent.

Still, he was very lonely, and he hated it more than anything. Primarly, he thought it was because of his socialising problems, affecting his life at home and especially at school. It wouldn't be that bad if he at least had one friend, but sadly, getting everything he wishes for is out of trend.

Now, he wanted a boyfriend. A sweet boyfriend, who would treat him like the princess he was. Unfortunately, the boys at his school were pricks, and those whom Harry thought were cute he couldn't have either because they were all straight. People knew Harry was gay, maybe that was why they all called him disgusting. He liked boys, so what?

If he had a boyfriend now, he had to know about Harry being a wizard, and that wasn't easy to tell either. You can't just say "hey, I'm a wizard", because who would honestly believe that? Harry would freak them out, and would freak them out even more if he did some magic to show them that it was 100% true.

The worst was that wizards (men) had to marry a woman, and it didn't matter if the girl was a witch or just normal. If he didn't, his magic would go away. He couldn't do anymore spells and stuff like that. You could marry a man, but that was kind of impossible to do without losing everything. The man had to be a wizard too. That was the worst, because there weren't many left in this world.

After he went over to his bookshelf, he grabbed a small spell book. That spell book saved his life many times, and he was so thankful for it. He sat down on the bed as he went through the pages, and stopped on the invisible spell. It actually made you invisible, so other people couldn't see you even though you was there. With a smirk, he ran his fingers over the page.

He was actually thinking about going inside the boys football team's locker rooms. Fuck, he could look at them all as they were showering, and they wouldn't even see him standing there, staring at their bums and penises.

What a life he had.

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He had a free period, and had nothing else to do than read his spell book for the hundredth time. People walked by, laughter falling from their lips at the sight of Harry, who was leaning against the lockers. He frowned.

There was this huge need inside of him to have at least one friend he could talk to. Was he really that weird? He didn't understand. Never did the students at this school come near him. Maybe he smelled bad.

His thoughts were interrupted when a small body crashed into his, causing his spell book to fall out of his hands. He also made hard contact with the lockers behind him. As he groaned in pain, snickers could be heard from the other side of the hallway.

The boy, who had slammed his body against him, was panicking. He took a hesitant step back, and looked at Harry with apologetic eyes. "I didn't mean it, fuck. I'm so sorry! Some annoying boys just pushed me towards you on purpose," he said, smiling sadly. "Are you okay?"

Harry didn't answer. He just couldn't take his eyes away from the boy in front of him. He was fucking beautiful. That brown hair that looked so soft, and his eyes were so blue. Lips were pink and thin, and he was smiling. That smile, that fucking smile. It literally made Harry weak at the knees. He was gorgeous, so gorgeous. His eyes went up and down Louis' body too, and he felt himself go warm everywhere. Fucking hell, he was beautiful and so hot.