Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#4

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Sweaters~ A Larry Stylinson AU.

Summary: Basically

Louis is always forgetting his sweater.

Harry is always there to warm him up.

Harry falls asleep sometimes

And Louis always lets him.

(OR. Louis and Harry are childhood best friends who fall in love with each other despite the others disorders, and despite the fact that one of them comes to term with their sexuality a little quicker then the other)

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Harry is six years old and sitting on his front porch. It's cold outside and the rain had just stopped, typical London weather. He's sitting on the porch swing with his little hands wrapped around a juice box. His hair is much too long, curls falling all over his face. He has three layers on; the product of an over protective mother. His long sleeved shirt, his hoodie, and his sweater. All just because he absolutely had to drink his juice outside, and watch the new people next door carry boxes into their house.

"What are you looking at?"

Harry is suddenly aware of another boy, who looks a little older then him, standing at the end of his driveway. He's wearing a short sleeved shirt and has his arms crossed over his chest, brow furrowed.

"I'm watching ya move in," Harry shrugged.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Dunno," Harry said, stepping off the swing, a wobble in his step and walking over to Louis. "My name's Harry Edward Style. You're my neighbor."

"I'm Louis. I'm in grade three," the boy, Louis says, less snappy then before.

"I'm just in grade one, but me mummy says I'm really very much mature for my age," Harry says.

Louis is taller then Harry, and thinner too. Harry is chubby and small, but it's mostly just baby fat.

Louis also has brown fringe by his forehead, and bright blue eyes.

"I'm sure you're very mature," Louis replies sarcastically.

"Well. I'm mature enough that I know that you should not be in this weather with not a coat on," Harry says, words rushed.

"I know. I moved from Doncaster to Florida. Florida is in the United States of America. In case you didn't know. Well anyways, in Florida, the weather is warm. I don't have a sweater right now. My mum has to go shopping," Louis explained.

Harry nodded understandingly and slid off his outermost layer, his sweater and handed it to Louis.

Louis shook his head but Harry persisted until Louis had the sweater in his arms. Louis looked at Harry dumbly and slid on the sweater. "Well thanks Harry," Louis smiled softly.

"I don't have a lot of friends," Harry frowned.

"Well, I'm too old to be your friend Harry," Louis said.

"Oh. Alright," Harry frowned, looking up at Louis with sad, watery green eyes. Louis quickly wrapped his arms around Harry, the way he hugged his little sisters when they cried. Harry circled his arms tightly around Louis' waist and squeezed him.

"It's okay Harry. Don't cry. I'll be your friend."

And that was where it all began.

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Louis and Harry became inseparable after that. Louis became Harry's body guard of sorts. Harry was a sensitive kid, shy and reserved, and he was bullied for it. Kids didn't understand why Harry didn't talk much. Harry only really talked to his mum and Louis.