Larry fics

Jumble Of Dots

Harry doesn't think of much as he trudges out of the library on a late Tuesday night and down the road with his heavy books in his arms. He certainly doesn't think about wild crazy boys being out and about with their skateboards, running right into him with monumental force, but of course that's exactly what happens.

“Fuck,” he curses as he goes down, landing half on top of his books and half on top of the boy who just ran him over.

“Oh shit,” he hears someone else curse, a couple feet away and then footsteps coming closer. “Louis, are you okay?” the same voice asks and Harry still can't see the source of it, but the boy underneath and on top of him – they 

are

 tangled up pretty good – just groans in response.

“Get the fucking board,” he, who Harry assumes is Louis, growls, before retreading his legs from underneath Harry, but not without kicking him at least two more times. The source of the mysterious voice is running past them now and Harry can see a boy sprinting down the road to chase the skateboard that is still rolling with the impact of their crash.

“Sorry about that, didn't see you there,” Louis says , rubbing the inner side of his left knee with his palm.

“I was right in the middle of the road!” Harry protests with a huff, starting to gather his books back into his arms. When he gets no reply however he turns back around to face Louis again and gets a good look at his face. His eyebrows are raised in an almost challenging way, but his eyes are unfocused and glassy, pointing in different directions, neither of which are anywhere near where Harry is sitting.

“You're blind,” he states bluntly, feeling like a right idiot.

“Actually, I'm Louis. And you must be Sherlock, nice to meet you,” is the reply he gets and Louis holds out his hand for Harry to shake.

“Um, 'm name's Harry actually,” he says, still lightly embarrassed, unable to keep his eyes off of Louis'. They're a dull blue and moving as Louis speaks and as he turns his head. Harry finds it fascinating.

Before he can make another move, the boy from before comes jogging back towards them, skateboard in hand and a worried look on his face.

“Don't frown, Zaynie,” Louis says from behind Harry and holds out a hand, which the boy that just arrived takes immediately to pull Louis up.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbles quietly and Louis shakes his head.

“Don't apologize to me, you've let me run into plenty of things before,” he says with an easy shrug and then turns back into the general direction of where Harry is still sitting on the ground, books clutched to his chest.

“Oh yeah, sorry mate, are you okay? No broken bones?” the boy asks as he holds out a hand to help Harry up.

“No, 's fine,” Harry mumbles, a little dazed.

“'m Zayn by the way. I'm babysitting Louis over here,” he explains with an apologetic grin.

“Hey!” Louis whines from behind him. “I believe it's called being best friends.”

“No, I believe it's called you running off and doing stupid things and me running after to you to simply 

see

 the mess you made. And then clean it up for you.”

“You let him get on a skateboard?” Harry interrupts incredulously. “He's 

blind

.”

“And he's Sherlock,” Louis whisper shouts, but Zayn only ignores him.