Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

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Anne walks up to Harry's room to wake him up for school. She opens the door and enters it.

Harry's room itself is not that small, not that huge either but just right for a child like him. It has green walls with a variety of stickers(most of them are frogs. Harry has a strange obsession with frogs. His obsession started ever since he was 1), a huge white closet, a little bed that can probably only fit little Harry in it and some cute decorations scattered everywhere.

Anne decorated it with her husband when Harry was still 6 months in the womb.

Every time she walks in, she smiles. She sees all the hard work put into this room. She remembers how they fought about whether the room should be green or blue. They wanted it to compliment his eyes.

And of course, Anne won this argument and luckily chose the right color.

It was hard raising Harry in the womb. Anne wasn't supposed to bear another child because of a complication with her body but she somehow did. It's a miracle. Harry wasn't really planned, but it isn't a bad thing. They just didn't expect him. Anne just woke up one day and suddenly got tummy aches, deciding to casually pee on a pregnancy stick just for the sake of it and then poof, came out positive.

Nonetheless, she loves her little flower.

"Wake up, butter cup. Time for school." She whispers, kissing Harry on his temple. She pats her son's arm, making him groan. "Still sweepy mummy." Harry croaks(ribbit), wiping his eyes with his hand, removing all the eye gunk.

"Come on! I made your favorite pancakes." The boy suddenly had the urge to jump up.

"Really?" He stands up, yawning and stretching like a little kitten.

"Yep!"

-~-

"Bye, mummy! I love yaaa." Harry kisses his mum goodbye with a bunch of hugs and kisses. Harry NEVER leaves without giving it to her mum. It's a rule.

"I love you too! Have fun, Haz." Anne waves, looking at her son walking away towards the school's entrance. She stares at him in awe. Oh how her baby grows up too fast. She remembers the time he was still chewing on his paci like it was yesterday.

Harry walks the halls of his school. It's still empty because Anne always wakes up Harry extra early to make sure he doesn't get late.

He enters his classroom and he scans the room. He usually doesn't see any of his classmates at this time so he plays with the toys by himself but he sees a kid by the corner.

"Hello?" He says, making the boy whip his head to Harry's direction. "Heya! Harry."

"Hi Niall! Why are you here so early?" Harry questions, his eyebrows quirking. He usually sees Niall when the other kids come along.

"Oh! It's cause my mumma told me to walk by me self with my brother. She usually drives me here but today....she didn't." Niall explains.

"Why?"

"I don't really know. Mum and dad were staring at each other the WHOLE time we were preparing for school. She didn't even make us breakfast. She just gave us pieces of bread loaves. When we left they just slammed the door without even kissing us and saying goodbye. It was weird." Niall rambles.

"O-oh, maybe they were just gonna play scrabble." Harry casually replies.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Mummy always told me to never go to her room because sometimes she and daddy play. They probably play scrabble all the time. Dad says he loves playing it. They don't want me disturbing them playing scrabble because it needs extreme focus, ya know."

"Oooooh! Okay, that explains it. They always do that sometimes. Scrabble sure is a serious game. Maybe we should play sometimes." Niall suggests.

"Yeah! Of course, my mummy bought a new scrabble set last last last day. We should play with it." Harry squeels.

-~-

"Good morning class! I'm Mrs.Tippy. Today we're gonna be learning about multiplication." Class has finally started and the rest of the kids arrived.

Harry doesn't interact with most kids here...especially the boys. They are mean but Niall was an exception. Girls in his class are fairly nice though. They braid Harry's hair and they clip ribbons on to it.

"I hate maths. It's booooooring." Niall whispers to Harry. They're seat mates. In their class, the teachers let them choose who they want to be seated with....unlike high school.

"Don't be mean! It's cool learning new stuff." Harry insists, giving Niall a half smile.

"But it's just numbers. What's so cool about that." Niall pokes his tongue out.

The bell finally rings, signaling it's recess for the little kiddos.

"Okay class! It's recess, go outside and eat your food." Mrs.Tippy announces, making all the kids say 'yay' as they bring their little baggies with them.

Harry and Niall both go outside holding each others hand. They spot a seat under the tree. They place their bags on the table and open it.

"Now what do we have today?" Niall mumbles to himself. His mum is a great cook so everyday is a different dish which is why he gets excited every time he opens his food box.

"Yay! Mum packed me some blue berry pancakes. What do you have?" Niall asks.

Harry opens his bag and sees the familiar plastic baggie. He opens it and he got carrots...again.

"I got carrots." Harry frowns, taking out a piece and tasting it. "Blugh, I don't like it."

"It's okay! You can have some of mine. I have 2 anyways. My mum makes sure I have enough. Here." Niall gives Harry some pancakes, he happily receives it. "Gee, thanks."

"No problemo."

-~-

"Hey Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Why haven't we been to the other play ground?" Niall asks. There is this divider that separates the older kids to the youngsters. It's said to be made to lessen the troubles. The staff said the older kids tend to be quite...manipulative to the younger ones so they did this.

"Oh yeah! I've never thought about that." Harry replies and fiddles with his fingers. He never really bothered with the older ones. They're probably mean.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Niall's eyes sparkle with mischief.

"What?" Harry asks, oblivious.

"You're really not thinking about what I'm thinking?" Niall repeats. He nods no. Niall sighs.

"Okay, whatever. What I'm saying is...

we should sneak into the other side."