Larry Stylinson Alphabet

A is for At Camp

{AU in which Louis and Harry are sent to camp and they become quite close}

Louis: 15
Harry: 14

Word count: 2115

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"Mum, I don't want to be here," Louis said with crossed arms, leaning against the car.

"C'mon, Lou, lighten up. You'll make lots of new friends here, something you need," Johanna narrowed her eyes, as she handed him his duffle bag.

"I'm too old for camp."

"You're not even 16 yet. Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I'll be 16 in a few months-"

"This is pointless to argue about. You're here and you're staying. Now go find your counsellor," she ruffled his hair and hugged him, causing the boy to groan.

"I love you, okay?" She called back as she climbed back in the car. "Have fun!"

"Love you too," Louis mumbled, as he slung his bag over his shoulder and wandered towards the building with the word "Office" on it in wooden letters.

There were posters on the wall of each cabin with every boy's and girl's name underneath, so they knew where to go.

Louis' blue eyes scanned each paper until they landed on Cabin D. He ignored the other names listed and quickly glanced at the map of the camp, dodging the other kids around him to avoid any social encounter that could possibly occur, as he left the building.

He wandered down the path, many other boys and girls trying to find their own cabins, most of them accompanied by their friends.

Louis didn't have any friends.

Not since he came out.

The young boy pushed his hair out of his eyes as he stood in front of Cabin D, sighing deeply, before he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The first thing he noticed were 2 bunk beds on either side of the room, a dresser placed beside each of them. There was a door on the left side, which Louis assumed was the bathroom.

Louis wandered over to the bunk in the farther corner and tossed his bag onto the top bunk.

"Hi."

Louis turned around to see a boy standing in the bathroom doorway, with curly hair a mess on top of his head and sparkling green eyes.

"Hi," Louis responded, a little starstruck by the boy.

The boy walked closer and introduced himself, "I'm Harry," he stuck his hand out and Louis shook it.

"Louis."

"Nice to meet you."

The boys didn't let each other's hands go, eyes locked on one another.

Just then, two boys bursted through the door and Louis moved away from Harry as quickly as possible.

"Oh, hey, you guys must be Harry and Louis?" The boy with the curly light brown hair dropped his bag and walked over to shake both their hands. "I'm Ashton and this is my, uh," he glanced at the blond boy, "friend, Luke."

"It's okay if he's your boyfriend," Harry laughed at the hesitation, "We're not homophobes. At least I hope not," Harry narrowed his eyes at Louis, who just sat down on the bottom bunk with his bag.

"Yeah because gay people are homophobic," Louis mumbled to himself, but Harry heard.

"Okay, sweet," Ashton grinned, dimples popping out.