Larry Stylinson One Shots

You Think I'm Crazy

Crazy For You…

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AN//  I don’t care if there are already a million of these out there. I wanted to make one of my own just for fun. SO.

WARNING!! CONTAINS BOYXBOY SMUT!   Time: 17 March, 1997 Yeeaahhh.

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His own car. He just bought it off his friend Niall and is now making the trip back to Holmes Chapel to visit his Mum and show her his brand new car. Okay. Maybe it’s not brand new, but it is to him. A 1972 Volkswagen Beetle. Stick shift, a weird orange colour; it might be a bit rusty and it might have a window that doesn’t roll down anymore, but Niall just had the transmission redone along with the leather of the seats, and Niall put new tires on it and a new battery in it. And Harry only had to pay £2500 for it because Niall is his best friend.

So, yeah. It’s not brand new, but Harry absolutely loves it already. The heater works, but it’s sunny outside right now, 75° was what the paper said the high was supposed to be. It doesn’t have an ac so he has the windows down (except the driver’s side because that window is stuck, whatever.) It’s been only about an hour since Harry started driving but Harry, with his sunglasses on and the radio turned up, his burn tape is playing, is still enjoying the drive.

Two and a half more hours to go, he notes after looking at the built in clock on the dash. The twenty year old hasn’t seen his Mum since Halloween, and he misses her dearly, the reason why he decided to take this trip from London back home for a surprise visit. He owns his own art supplies store (And yes, It’s already alive and flourishing even though he’s only twenty and just opened it a year before.)

An artist himself, but he never wanted to be a well-known artist. That’s why he opened an art supplies store. It’s closed for the next few days so Harry can have an actual visit home, and he’s pumped.

Gemma, Harry’s sister, will be home too and it’s been sooo long since he’s seen either of them. (Robyn is off on another business trip to the states, and he’s disappointed he won’t see him, but oh well.) Harry sketched a replica of an old family picture from a long while ago. Back when he still lived with his family, two weeks before he moved; they (Harry, Anne, Robyn, and Gemma) all stood in front of their house as a last family picture, and Harry knew it would be perfect.

It’s sitting in the very back in his portfolio under a blanket for safe measures, and he just can’t wait to see his Mother’s face when she sees it. (He brought his own Polaroid camera so he could get pictures of her and Gemma when they see it, and when they put it up on the wall.)

A different song came on, a Beetles’ song, and he immediately started singing along as he had to get into the next lane to pass some car that was going too slow. The Beetles are his favourite band, even though they’re from a different time than him, but he doesn’t care. They’re amazing and he would give anything to meet who was left of them.

But something in the distance caught his eyes so he pulled his sunglasses off and started to slow down. A car was pulled over to the side and he may be excited to see his family again, but he also loves helping people and he has jumper cables so why not?

As Harry started to slow down and pull over, he noticed it was a blue Cadillac, maybe just a year or two old; it was clean and a convertible and Harry automatically knew this person must be rich because he wouldn’t be able to by a car like that even if he saved every penny he made for the rest of his life. Not that he would want one, he likes it yeah, but older cars are his thing.