Harry doesn’t know what time it is, but he knows it’s late. After he finished his homework, Harry took a quick nap, but when he woke up, it was dark out. So now, Harry’s packing up his bag. He grabbed a few flowers because he needs to make a new crown because his current ones were withering. He adjusted the one on his head and began his walk back to his house.
Harry whistled to try to make it seem like he was happy, but he wasn’t fooling anybody, but Harry kept the whistling up nonetheless. He was so concentrated on making it seem like he was happy and not in one of his upset moods, that he didn’t notice when a football flew past him—almost hitting him in the face—but he did notice when a body came running into him, successfully knocking him to the ground with his flowers sprawled around him.
This just isn’t my day. Harry thought bitterly to himself.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Harry heard a voice from above. When he opened his eyes, he was met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Harry gulped because, why couldn’t his eyes be that pretty?
Harry nodded as he made a move to get up, and the lad got off of him.
“I am so sorry, again. I didn’t mean to run into you,” They said, sounding genuinely sorry.
“I—”
“Liam!” Harry heard another voice cut him off, “What’s taking you so long, babe?” Then appeared a tan lad with jet black hair that was styled in a quaff that was impossibly perfect. He was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt so Harry could easily see his tattoos, and there were a lot of them. Harry could only pray that he wouldn’t get beaten too badly.
“I bumped into this guy and I was apologizing,” The one who knocked Harry over said, “I’m sorry, again.”
“It—”
“Zayn? Liam?” Came an Irish accent next. Harry groaned internally because, was he ever going to finish his sentence?
“We’re coming!” The one who bumped him shouted. His hair was slightly curly like Harry’s—but not really—and his face was clear from blemishes. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown and his lips were a light pink and looked soft. Harry frowned internally at him because he was perfect and Harry was not.
The lad didn't listen to him and came out instead. He had blonde hair—Harry wasn’t sure if it was natural though—and a big smile. He looked familiar to Harry, but he couldn’t place where he saw him though.
“Niall!” Harry heard a fourth person shout. Harry was too busy swooning at the person’s voice to place the name with the face. The fourth lad came out and he was the beautiful-ist of them all—even to the tan one.
He had feathery brown hair that Harry just wanted to run his fingers through. He was perfectly toned and his body was perfectly curved. He was a petite man, but Harry could tell he was older than him. From Harry’s spot, he couldn’t tell for sure what color the lad’s eyes were, but he was pretty sure they were blue. He was wearing a simple band t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. Harry gulped again when he saw the arm of tattoos. He just hopes the beautiful boy doesn’t hurt him.
“What’s going on?” The beautiful boy asked. He frowned when his eyes caught Harry’s. Harry blushed and quickly looked down, “Who’s that?”
“Liam ran into him,” The tan one said.
“Can we please just go back to the game?” The Irish one interrupted. Everyone made a sound of agreement and Harry let out a sigh of relief because they were going to leave him alone. Once he was sure everyone was gone, he looked up, but he saw that the beautiful boy was still standing there.
“Do you need help?” He asked as he gestured towards the flowers that were on the ground. Harry gasped and quickly moved the pick them up, he totally forgot about his flowers. There were soon two more hands helping him and Harry soon had all his flowers in both his hands.
“Thank you,” Harry said quietly.
“No problem,” He waved him off, “I’m Louis.”
“Harry.”
“Nice to meet you Harry,” Louis smiled big and Harry gave him a small, timid one back, “I guess I’ll see you around sometime?”
“I guess,” Harry said. Louis gave him one last smile before he turned on his heel and walked in the direction that his friends did.
Harry smiled to himself when he realized that the beautiful boy—Louis—was actually nice. He just crossed his fingers that the other punk boy was nice too.
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Through My Loudest Tears I Hear Your Name // l.s. (FlowerChild!Harry)
Fanfiction[PERMANENT HIATUS] Harry’s life is not the way he’d like. His father wants him to take over his family business, his mother keeps trying to set him up on dates with girls, and his sister barely gives him the time of day. Harry doesn't want to be par...
