Larry Stylinson One Shots

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Not What You're Used To

Word Count: 21,219

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SO this is going to be different from most. It's usually always punk!Louis and flowerchild!Harry but I'm switching it because I've never read one the other way around and I really think it would be cool. Hope you enjoy!

(Sorry about errors and extra spaces.)

Dedicated to My Friend Taylor from school who almost found my smut book but didn't (thankgod!) She will never see this bc that would be embarrasing and she'll just tell my boyfriend and yeah. Love her but she needs to stay away from here and my laptop.

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punk!Harry, flowerchild!Louis; Harry works at a bakery, transfer to Doncaster University, gay; Louis lives with his family, goes to Don. Uni, gay. Liam/Zayn popular couple, Louis' best friends; Niall goes to Don. Uni, Louis' best friend; Ed is Harry's music partner, cousin. (I really didn't want to have to explain all that in the actual shot so there you go.) (It might change POV's during just because. Sorry if you don't like that. Third at the end. Also, it's a lot longer than I was hoping but whatevs) (#Larry #Ziam #Ned)

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I was kicked out of Holmes Chapel University and it honestly sucked. That school was my life. It's photography program was the best in the area and I loved it. Also, it was just down the street from my Mum's house so I only had to walk. It was convenient and my Uncle worked there, was the head of the music program.

Why I was kicked out? Well I had fairly good grades, nothing lower than a B. I was always that quiet kid that never did anything wrong. I never had any problems with any other students or teachers.

It was because of my decisions of how I presented myself. See, at Holmes Chapel University everybody has to wear a uniform -boys: kakis or navy blue pants, white button up, whatever jacket we wanted, we could pick between a yellow bowtie or tie and whatever shoes we wanted, girls: basically the same thing except they could also wear a skirt- and I personally thought it was boring. I wore the navy pants and white button up but I never buttoned it all the way and I never wore the tie or anything. My combat boots were acceptable but my zip up RAMONES jacket was frowned upon. Our hair was also supposed to be kept nicely, but I always let my curls free.

It all started when I got my eyebrow pierced. Mum and Gemma didn't care but my Uncle informed me that the school wasn't very fond of it. Of course I didn't care because it's my body and I can do whatever I want to it. And then I started gauging and I got a bar. Nobody commented on that but I always got dirty looks from the teachers and students. When I got my first tattoo I was scolded for it by my Uncle because it was on my forearm and totally noticeable but I didn't care.

Life moved on and eventually, by my second year, I had snake bites, my left cheek was pierced, I had my gauges up to 04 (Which isn't even that big). I had a full sleeve and a couple tattoos on my chest, other arm, and even one on the inside of my thigh right where my thigh and groin meets. And I never bothered to keep my shirt buttoned up or the sleeves unrolled because It's my body and I'm allowed to do what I wish with it.