I am Robot {Larry Stylinson}

Two

The next day, Harry got up early, his mind wide awake. Today was the day where he finished his robot.

Nerves were tingling inside him as he goes to where his machine is laying. He takes a deep breath and pulls the sheet off, getting to work.

He adds special eyedrops to the white eyes, "Wonder what colour they'll be.." He says quietly to himself.

He then rubs a gel on the now bald head of his creation, making sure to keep it only where it'll need hair. He hums softly, his bottom lip between his teeth as he works silently on the little parts.

Harry's face turns bright red as he puts the cream that will hopefully help Harry's creation grow a very real penis. He tries to keep calm as his dirty mind runs over the largest size it could be, which is twelve inches.

"Damn, this guy's not even that tall, let's hope his penis isn't bigger than mine," he lets out a little laugh as he says that, shaking his head.

Once he's done with the finishing touches he connects the wires to the robotic man's face, right above where his eyebrows will soon grow in. He puts more wires above his heart and connects them to an electrical box.

He takes a deep breath and flips on the switch, a loud buzzing noise running through the room.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, keeping an eye on his slightly shaking machine.

Soon, the buzzing stops. Harry's face falls and he sighs, "Dammit. You took so long too-" he pauses when he notices the machine's fingers twitching.

His face lights up as the man on the table groans. 'That didn't sound like a machine would at all--did it really work?'

Harry steps back a little as the man's eyes open, blushing when the eyes look over at Harry. Butterflies erupt in Harry's stomach when he sees the brilliant blue of his eyes.

A smile forms on the man's face and he sits up very slowly, "Hello...are you...Harry?" His voice has Harry's accent, but is a lot higher pitched (which Harry finds adorable.)

Harry nods, a smile forming on his face as well, dimples showing, "Yes, I am Harry. And we'll call you....Louis. Yes, Louis. How does that sound?"

The man, Louis, pauses, as if processing the name. He then perks up and nods, "Yes, Louis is perfect. I am Louis. You are Harry."

Harry sighs in relief and goes up to Louis, checking the machines around him, "Well Louis, the faux blood in you looks like it's working very well with your heart. How's your breathing? I tried to make it as realistic as possible.."

Louis pats his chest gently, "I feel great. I am breathing fine." Harry nods, grinning.

He then takes a small needle and gently takes Louis' hand, poking his index finger with it, "Did you feel that?" Louis nods.

Harry then does this on every finger on both hands, both arms, both legs and both feet with every toe.

Once Harry is done he smiles at Louis, "Well then. You are going to be Louis Tomlinson. If anyone asks, you help me out in the lab, since every other scientist besides Liam and Zayn think I work only with chemicals. Wait till Zayn sees you..he made himself a girlfriend." Harry chuckles, remembering Perrie from the day before.

Louis smiles, "Okay, got it. Louis Tomlinson..Harry's assistant. Only zayn and Liam know about what harry really does. Sounds good. Now what?"

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A/N: Hi guys. So so sorry about not updatig for so long. I was so caught up in my other account I lost track of time. Whale, idk if anyone reads this anymore but hopefully someone does. If you like this, lemme know in the comments or DM me any ideas for this story you may have!

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I.D.