#Larry_Hope_Stylinson

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Pairing: Larry! ^-^

Why: Because my sister ships them.

Summary: Harry is an alpha and everyone's pushing him to find his mate. Harry has always tried to fall in love but has never had luck. The one time he stops trying, he finds his mate but, would he be ready?

3rd PERSON POV

Harry Styles was so out of it. In a bar, having one Scotch too many. "And we'll never be ROYALLLS ROYYY-ALS!!! YOU CAN CALL MEH QUEEN B! AND BABY... I don't know the reeeesssssst ohhhh yeahhhh" Harry sung, spinning in circles. People were laughing at him, he acknowledged this. Yet, he didn't care. Finally, he didn't have to be the "alpha" or the "wolf boy".

He felt free, he didn't have to worry about finding a mate. "True love doesn't exist" he laughed over the blazing music. "Then maybe I should pass by you again" a voice behind him yelled. Harry turned to see a boy with amazing blue eyes and black hair.

"I don't know who you thonk you are!" Harry laughed like he just told the funniest joke in the world "I said thonk" he giggled and the man smiled. "You. Are. Buzzed." He laughed at Harry. After a while, Harry started laughing too. "Wait... that's not funny" Harry was sad. The man he has a crush on insulted him. How dare he?! "I wanna go home!" Harry mumbled.

"Ok, is there someone I can call for you? Do you have your phone?" Harry nodded. "Can I see it?" Harry grabbed his phone and handed it to the man.

"Ok, now that you can't call someone and do something stupid, lets catch a cab" the man said, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him outside the pub they were in.

After getting the cab and getting in Harry screamed. " CABBIE DUUUDE, HELLLLP ME!!!! THISS TURTLES KIDNAPPI-G MEEEE" The cab driver turned to me. "What in gods name you doin' son" he asked the blue eyed boy causing him to roll his eyes. This is going to be a long night. He thought to himself.

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HARRY'S POV

I woke up in my bed, the room was dark and cool. I looked to see my curtains were closed, light trying to make its way inside but the heavy, black curtain not letting it. I looked to my side.

Dear God!

My head started pounding, whyyy god why?

I sat up and looked to my alarm clock. Its noon. I got up from my bed. How did I get home last night? I yawned, heading to my living room.  Maybe I should start my traini- what the hell? I looked to see a black rag or something on the floor... what???

3rd PERSON POV

As Harry examined the "rag", he didn't notice the sleeping boy on his couch. Oh! Harry mentally face palmed. This is a wig, not a rag. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the back of a shirtless boy in a blanket. The boy's brown hair lazily laying on the arm rest of the couch. Did I sleep with him? Harry gulped, he's never givin away his virginity.

That was the one thing he was proud of, still having his virginity. Harry lightly pushed the boy, causing the boy to move halfway off the couch, his chest and face exposed. Harry's breath hitched, Harry felt the need to kiss and protect the sleeping boy. He's so beautiful.. Harry praised.

Harry wanted the boy to wake up. So, he waited and watched him sleep. Starring at the boy, he noticed the boy's mouth or nose twitched occasionally. Eventually, Harry got bored. Maybe I should draw while I'm waiting, he thought to himself.

He grabbed paper, pencils, sharpeners, and erasers.

Harry was currently starring at the paper and trying to figure out what to draw. After nearly ten minutes he just full out scribbled onto the paper. Putting no effort whatsoever. When he was finished and took a step back, he saw that he drew a boy. And not just any boy, the boy sleeping in his living room.

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