Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

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My mum and I eventually find a parking lot and make our way to the homeless shelter. I'm getting excited the nearer we come. I can already make out the group of homeless in front of the building and Curly.

He was wearing the black fedora and a black leather jacket, black jeans, a black shirt and brown leather boots. (A/N: ik he's not wearing a fedora here but just imagine yeah?)

He finally turns around, making my mum stop in surprise. "But Louis, isn't that man the one who visited you last weekend?"

"Uhm... I don't know maybe. They look a bit alike... But I'm not sure..." I stutter a bit flustered by how good he looks in that outfit. I want to walk pass the group as fast as possible but of course my mum has to destroy my plans again.

She walks over to the group and greets Curly like a good friend although they only met once. But that's how my mum is, always friendly and sociable.

To my astonishment, he returns the politeness, shaking her hand with a flirty smile on his face. I can imagine every woman in this world falling for him, not to mention the men that he can surely turn gay with just a wink.

Talking about winking, just when my mum turns back around to me he winks at me behind her back while blowing me a (not so) subtle kiss with his ring adorned hand before licking his lips.

Panicky I look for my mum but she already makes her way into the homeless shelter. I want to follow her when I sense a light brush against my jacket pocket.

I let out a small scream, I'm just way too scared since the cafe incident. But when I turn to look at who touched me, a deep voice whispers "shh don't worry" into my ear, causing goosebumps all over my body making me tingle.

Curly smiles at me one last time before walking down the street. "Louis what are you waiting for?" My mum shouts from the building and I quickly follow her into the homeless shelter where we help cooking in the kitchen for an hour and in the end donate some money before leaving to return home.

***

Over the whole day I successfully ignored all the thoughts about Curly that keep creeping into my mind but as I sit down in my silent and dark room now it is 10pm in the night and everything hits me again.

I can see his face in front of me like a picture. More like a video actually as I remember him winking, smiling and waving at me.

Who is this guy? What is he doing to me and my feelings? I always had my emotions under control except for the times after my classmates called me names in class and shouted at me.

But those situations are rare as they don't care about me at all most of the time as long as I don't say anything in school. They would twist my every word and pervert it in some way.

I catch myself smiling to myself when I think about the curly haired lad. I want to slap myself in the face for even thinking about him in a positive way. Yes sure he saved me but still he must be a criminal in some way.

Suddenly I remember him touching my jacket. I rush into the floor hall to quickly  rummage through the pocket. Then I'm holding a piece of paper in my shaking hand, breathing heavily.

I unfold it carefully, only to find a phone number written onto it and a short message on the backside in a scrawling handwriting. (A/N: lol tf I made that pic on my own and it's huge, sorry for that) 

Running back to my room I nearly run down my sister Lottie who shouts at me in her high and cute voice "Loueh you idiot! Pay attention to meee".

I chuckle and pat her hair before entering my room and throwing me onto my bed. I nervously type the number into my phone and decide to message him first before calling him.

Wait a second. I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head. I really don't know him. I should not simply text him, who knows what he will be doing to me. Maybe he is being so flirty towards me because he needs me for commiting a crime, probably wants to use me for something.

I stare on my phone for another few seconds before tossing it on my bed and starting to arrange my clothes for tomorrow as I want to go to the cafe again to have a look at it.

All the time while I prepare my things for tomorrow I can't stop looking at my phone as if it attracts me like a magnet.

He gave me his phone number... Would he give it to every innocent young boy? Or am I finally someone special?

Eventually, after getting ready for bed, I pass out with my phone in my hands. It's still unlocked as I've still been complaining about whether to text Curly or not.

***

I wake up to the buzzing of my phone. Tiredly I force myself to open my eyes and rub the sleep out of them before taking my phone to check who messaged me.

My eyes widen in realization when I see a text from a certain curly man. I accidentally pressed 'send' while I was asleep and now he has my phone number.

Why does my life has to be such a mess?

Thanks for sticking with me, I know I am horribly lazy and my updates keep coming only like twice a month ugh.

I somehow regret naming calling him Curly its a bit embarassing and not fitting at all for Harry in this book. He's not a cute squishy cupcake actually... But whateverrr

Thoughts on what Curly might answer?

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