You're My Everlasting Light- A Narry Storan Fanfiction

Chapter 1

You're My Everlasting Light

A Narry Storan Fanfiction

Chapter 1

 

Harry didn’t ask for much.

He had a small flat on the outskirts of Manchester, and a nice job working for the local newspaper, 'Manchester Daily.'

He wasn’t rich, and wasn’t poor. Just right in between, where he was safe on money, but by no means wealthy.

He didn’t have a large closet, stocked with shoes and suits, nor did he have a room just for watches.

He had about 10 outfits, and about 3 pairs of shoes. And the only accessory he owned was a $30 dollar wrist watch.

So like said before, Harry didn’t ask for much. All he really wanted was to be healthy, and happy. Which he is, and almost always was.

The only thing holding Harry back from a perfect life was love. Another thing Harry wanted, and was just about the only thing he never received. Love.

Harry wanted to hold someone in his arms at night, and watch cheesy comedy movies with. He wanted someone to kiss whenever he pleased, and to take out on fun dates. He wanted someone to joke with, and someone to give him butterflies in his stomach just because they were near. He wanted someone to hug him when he was sad, or laugh with him when he was giddy.

That's really the only thing Harry didn’t have in life. Someone to enjoy the perfect thing called love with.

So as Harry walked down the pathway to his local bakery, a trip he took every morning, he didn’t think he was going to find anyone so obviously perfect for him.

And he didn’t.

*

Harry exited the bakery, a small smile playing on his lips. No reason at all to be smiling, he was just generally happy.

And when Harry was happy, he was excited to share it with other people. He loved brightening people's days, making them laugh or grin, because that’s what life was all about to him. Being simply that, happy.

He started whistling a simple tune as he jogged down the long and winding road, waving to a few people as he walked by.

Harry's flat came into site as he walked up the path to his complex, waving at one of his neighbors, Nancy Hanson. She was a kind lady that was about 40 years old, with light Black hair down to her feminine shoulders, and pursed lips with a small permanent dimple on her cheek.

He climbed the steps to his well-sized apartment, fishing his keys from his pocket and unlocking the dark wood door.

He walked inside, hanging his keys on the coat hanger, as well as his orange jumper. Harry sat on his plush leather sofa, grunting as his arse hit the cushion. It felt nice to be home. He loved his home. After all, that is the way it should be.

 Harry kicked off his shoes, now laid horizontally on the couch. He relaxed his head on the arm rest and closed his pearly, green eyes softly. He blocked out the world and drifted into a subtle sleep.

*

Harry woke up to a loud pounding on his door, making him jump a bit. He groggily sat up from his couch, yawning and stretching a bit, before standing up fully and heading for the door.

When he opened it, into his arms ran a 20 year old Louis, wrapping his arms tightly around the middle of Harry’s back. “Hazza! I missed you!” Louis chimed, smiling widely.