Breaking Harry - Larry Stylinson AU

an: im sorry for posting this trainwreck

Prologue

Harry entered the sparsely populated library; his towering figure looming over the various rows of books. His slow pace caused by his lanky height made him look odd in a place like this, but his trench coat suggested otherwise. The softly swaying tail of the comforter was trailing just behind his dangerously thin legs, occasionally nipping at the black skinny jeans.

A frown was sported by the twenty-one year old, his peachy-salmon coloured lips pressed firmly against each other. Murky green eyes scoured the homely feeling room, in search of one boy in particular. He was not a regular in the strangely deserted community lot, he just had some rather unusual business to attend to.

Underneath his suede loafers, the chestnut floorboards creaked as if adding more anticipation to the atmosphere. Everyone watched Harry as he approached the desk, pulling his two hands out of his coat pockets to meet the cool surface. Seeing such supermodel material was out of the ordinary, but obviously this arrival was highly expected. Even though there were many guests a week, little were as overwhelmingly breathtaking as Harry. After all, it was in his genes.

Harry was impatient. It was just the way he was raised. It didn't take long for him to become frustrated at the oak counter, tapping his long, ivory fingers harshly against the wood.

His father had always told him that if he wanted something, he would get it instantly; no questions asked.

The mysterious man sucked in the inside of his right cheek, hooking the flesh between his pristine set of teeth. His calmed eyes were quickly growing cold as the minutes passed and his wary patience thinning.

Husky, his voice came sudden: "Hello?"

The rough, echoing enchanter rang behind the counter and around the shop like a gust of wind. It was if he'd swallowed a handful of grit with a past meal and it had edged its way into his everyday speaking give.

It was enticing, to say the least.

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Louis' knees trembled as the familiar face came into view.

Subconsciously, he had backed away from the counter and into the 'Law and Order' section of the now thick tensioned library. He lightly lent against a stand, keeping a watchful eye out for the dangerous man in the trench coat, who was becoming quite aggitated at minimum.

Louis bit his lip. He couldn't hide here forever and Harry surely wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

With his thumping heart fluttering rapidly like a humming-bird, his breath was becoming uneven and anything but steady as he peeked through a gap in the books.

He was closer than expected.

A low, humorless chuckle sent Louis' stomach into a flipping frenzy as he heard weight being pressed down onto the floorboards of the library. The laugh itself was mellow, deep and mocking. It fluttered around the room like a bird in a cage, trapped but oblivious to everything around it. The green eyed boy himself of course, was quite the opposite. Free. Rebellious. Dominant. All of those things enticed Louis, as if they were a drug to the 18 year-old. Each breath Louis took in his presense was hitched, delayed by the overwhelming perfection of the man before him. Each moment Louis spent with him he always craved more, hanging onto the loving feeling that was radiated around him when he would talk to the older boy.

Louis breathed slowly; his mind conjuring up an escape route. He knew the library like the back of his hand, but his mind was in a frenzy and the only being in his thoughts was the curly haired boy named Harry. The dimples. The jawline. Those lips.