faded dreams ↛ larry au

f i v e

hold fast to dreams,

for if dreams die

life is a broken-winged bird,

that cannot fly.

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"harry harry harry harry no no stop"

"it's just a little mud, babe"

squish

sigh

stifled laugh

"fucking twat"

"mmmm love you too"

"yeah i do love you, harry, i love you so much that-"

squish

and now harry had mud all over his face

boys being boys; of course the pair had a tickle fight

and louis forced harry to give him a piggy back stating something along the lines of 'you started this whole mess'

harry happily gave the love of his life a ride on his back all the way to the cabin they were sharing

"wouldn't you much rather be riding me in our bed, lou?"

louis was too shocked to respond verbally so he blushed and gave harry a slap to the head

when they arrived to the cabin they peeled off their clothes outside since the cabin was well secluded.

and giggling, ran into the shower to scrub off

but this is harry and louis we are talking about so of course they did some harry and louis things

they still felt the buzz of love as they ate the dinner that harry so perfectly prepared

they were still buzzing as louis took up harry's offer in the woods

and when they finally collapsed to give in to sleep they slept with the buzzing of love coursing through their veins

- - - - - - - - - -

louis woke up with his hair stuck to his face from sweat.

he was panting and wide-eyed, not to mention sporting a half hard.

he groaned and covered his face in shame as he realized he had another dream about harry.

harry; who was nothing but a rude stranger, simple as that, and lou really needed to get over this obsession.

what he could really use right now is a distraction, and what better person to call for a cheering up then niall horan himself.

and well that's how he ended up in a bar alone, niall off doing god knows what.

no, louis wasn't drunk; although he's been questioning if he should be, just to get some things (harry) off of his mind.

so he sat there with sex on the beach in one of his hands, niall recommended it of course.

louis' just a little tipsy, is all.

but he was sure he was hallucinating when harry sits right next to him. louis had to restrain himself from scoffing as he watched the curly lad talk with the bartender as if they were friends.

of course, harry's charismatic with everyone but him.

louis rolled his eyes and groaned banging his head on the table, "fuck me."

harry suddenly turned to him, turning on his charm, "im afraid you'll need to buy me a drink first."

louis jerked up looking like a deer caught in headlights.

harrys gaze turned from flirty to surprised faster than you could say 'bullshit.' "it's - it's you, the guy who was following me."

louis was about to ignore him but hearing that made him feel obligated to defend himself, " i was not following you!! i thought you were someone i knew!" which wasn't a total lie, louis thought this would be harry: the charming, loving boyfriend. not harry: the pretentious jerk stranger dude.

harry just nodded, too drunk for his own good. "then whyyyyy... do you mr. look like you want to kiss me?" louis would give anything to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face.

louis was taken back, of course. "i- i don't want to kiss you ... at all!" but he couldn't help but sneak a peak at harry's lips, pink and puckered and yes louis knew they were as soft as they looked.

sure harry wasn't the person louis thought he was, but the attraction was still there.

harry of course saw this and just nodded to himself, clearly knowing louis was lying to himself.

"why don't we go back to my place." harry leaned in and whispered into louis' ear, teeth grazing his ear making louis shiver involuntarily.

"you're drunk." louis placed his hand on harry's chest and gently pushed him away.

"just a tad, scout's honor," harry said, putting his hand up to his forehead and saluting. louis laughed because that was something that dream harry would do. and he thought maybe, just maybe, harry could change. he knew it was the bit of alcohol in his veins, or maybe the fact that harry looked at him with that look that dream harry did. but he found himself wanting to go home with harry. and now that he took it into consideration, every ounce of him was begging to follow harry out of the bar.

which was what he was doing now, hand in hand with harry.

not dream harry.

real harry.

louis hoped that maybe dream harry and real harry could be the same person.

he needed it.

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a/n

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thank you so much for 100 reads on this, glad you're liking it. i will start updating more dont worry.

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