Connection(A Larry Stylinson AU Fic)

Prologue

Heyya. This is my first Larry Stylinson Fic, and here are some reminders on this story:

-Harry is British, and he has a younger brother named Peter. Gemma isn't included.

-Louis is American, and he has a twin brother named Matthew. Daisy, Phoebe, Lottie, and Fizzy aren't included.

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The internet really is a funny thing. Just think about it for a moment. In your hands lies all the information you could ever want, ever need. In the blink of an eye, you can read about the local news in Siberia; download a song in another language that you can't understand, but you really love the beat; send a video message to a far off relative who hasn't seen your face in nearly fifteen years. You can do all these things and more, and yet people hardly ever give much thought to how valuable the internet really is.

I will admit that I used to be one of those people. I used to act indifferent to the internet, like any other normal person. I watched music videos, chatted with friends, researched topics for school projects, etc. To me, the World Wide Web was just an ordinary, common tool that I had had at my disposal since I was born. Never once had I given thought to how…life altering? Yes, that's the term. To how life altering it would be.

With the internet, you can be completely anonymous. No one will know who you really are, where you are from, what you look like, what you do…unless you decide to indulge their interests by giving out that information. And yet, you could just be lying. After all, on most websites, you are nothing more than a screen name with opinions. And perhaps this is what makes the internet so great. The fact that you have anonymity means you can't be judged in the slightest. It means that whatever you say will never be heard in the ears of someone you know in reality. And sometimes, just sometimes, a complete stranger will read what you have to say, actually lend a virtual ear to your feelings and emotions. For some reason, having the sympathy of a stranger is more meaningful than having the sympathy of someone who already "knows" you. I still do not know why this is.

I feel I am getting off topic. After all, anyone reading this is surely using the internet and is fully aware of what goes on in it. Then let me start off by introducing myself: my name is Harry Styles, and I am here to tell you how the virtual world of the internet changed my reality for the better…