larry stylinson ~one shots

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Harry grabbed a new pair of Marcel's trousers from his closet. His hands were shaking as he was doing so.

His heart was aching. He's been leading Louis on for 2 weeks now and it wasn't as easy as he thought.

Louis thinks Harry is Marcel, his nerdy twin brother. Louis asked him out, but Marcel had to leave to the beach for a few weeks because his asthma was bad.

It gave Harry the perfect opportunity to go on a date with Louis. Even though it was breaking his own heart.

Sure, Louis was the boy he has had a crush on for over two years so it was like a dream coming true, but all the things he said to "marcel" about Harry.

So many hurtful things, his words full of hatred towards the curly haired boy...

Harry sniffled while dressing up as his twin brother. Marcel is coming back today... Harry knew he had to tell Louis before he finds out himself. He would already be angry so it doesn't matter anyway.

So tonight is the night he's gonna tell him.

Harry's gonna tell him he has been leading him on all along.

Harry styles his hair with Marcel's gell and puts his own glasses on top of his nose.

Harry's eyesight was worse than Marcel's. Nobody knew because he wore lenses, but he always kept my glasses for when he was at home.

Harry had a bad boy image to keep at school. Of course, he never wore his glasses.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Harry skipped down the stairs and opened the door for a stunning looking Louis.

Louis' fringe was swept to the side, he wore a tanktop without a jacket or vest, so Harry could clearly see his biceps. Louis his soft blue eyes looked Harry or Marcel up and dowb and then he smiled.

He grabbed Harry's waist and leaned down to kiss him. Harry being smaller than Louis. That's the only difference between Harry and Marcel. Marcel was a lot taller than Harry and also taller than Louis.

Thank God Louis didn't notice that when he asked Marcel out.

"Hi, baby." The older boy whispered.

Harry pushed him away slightly and quietly replied with a simple "hi".

Louis grabbed his hand and smiled at him. "Ready to go, love." Harry's heart fluttered before aching once again.

Louis wasn't calling him love, he was calling Marcel love. "As ready as I will ever be." Harry said, his voice wavering a bit.

"Are you alright, Marce?"

"Y-yeah, I'm just a bit nervous, you know." Harry giggled nervously.

"Why? We're just going on a date. What can possibly happen?" Louis reassured him.

"You have no idea..." Harry mumbled under his breath.

Louis and Harry were currently sitting on a bench in the park.

"L-Lou... I need to tell you something." Harry said. "But you have to promise me you won't be too mad, kay?"

Louis grabbed Harry's hand. "I could never be mad at you, Marcel. You're an angel, nobody can stay mad at you. Your brother on the other hand..."

"Yeah... About my brother." Harry took off his glasses and ruffled his styles hair so hos curls sprang free. Louis looked at him for a while.

"You really look like each other, only Harry is the rotten one." Louis chuckled. Harry frowned.