I've Got Your Back - AU Larry Stylinson One Shot

[A/N]: Sup yo! This one shot was a sort of... One shot request, I suppose you could call it! Although this is definitely the longest one shot I've written.. this one is for my awesome friend KittyKatKaren97 :D You should go check out her works. Cause they're pretty freaking awesome. All of them. No seriously. Do it now. Unless you wanna read this first, then do it after.

"No Mum, I'm on my way there now," I sighed into my phone. "Though I really shouldn't be talking to you right now considering I'm driving. You know I can't multi-task."

The day I met Harry Styles, I was actually on my way to visit my mum in the hospital. She'd had her appendix removed, and was going crazy having to sit in a hospital with no one but the nurses to talk to. My mum enjoyed talking just as much as I did. Generally she would have had my four sisters with her, but they would cause to much of a problem being in a hospital for as long as my mum had had to stay, so they were staying with my grandmum a few hours away. My mum herself lived quite a distance from London where I lived, but London had one of the best hospitals, and therefore she'd been placed in it.

"Louis William Tomlinson," my mum scolded. "Don't use a tone with me, young man!"

"Sorry, mum," I faked sincerity, but rolled my eyes. I was 21, yet she still loved being in control. "I'm going to hang up now, alright? Love you. Bye."

I slipped my phone into my pocket so I could use both hands on the steering wheel. I drove through the streets of London, where traffic was always insane. My foot had literally been pressing the brake peddle ever since I'd been on the phone. The slow speed, however, allowed me to examine my surroundings, and if I hadn't been very observant, I probably would have driven right past the curly haired boy cringing away from the large man that I hated ever so much.

The bickering two stood in front of some family owned jewelry store. Instantly I recognized the built, tan skinned, dark haired man that was insistently pushing a bag in the unfamiliar curly kid's face. I'd had some troubles with the same man before when a friend of mine, Zayn, had gotten caught up in some bad business. I knew for a fact that the man dealt drugs. I didn't know his actual name, I just knew that he answered to the stupidest nickname I'd ever heard of: The Flower Man.

I glanced at the traffic in front of me, debating on whether not I should pull into a parking spot along side the sidewalk and get the boy away from 'The Flower Man'. My caring side took control, and I groaned as I quickly pulled out of the flow of traffic and parked a few stores down from the jewelry store. I put on an impatient face as I climbed from my black Fusion and marched up to the two guys.

"There you are!" I exclaimed at the curly kid, grabbing his elbow to pull him away from The Flower Man and his drugs. "I've been looking for you all over! We're late now! C'mon, we gotta get to the hospital."

The curly kid was leaning away from me slightly, an appalled, open mouthed look on his surprisingly attractive face. He was pale, but his cheeks were a bit pink from the wind. His curls fell perfectly around his nicely angled face, and his pouty lips made him look somewhat like a cherub. I stared back at him, trying to convey across to him without letting The Flower Man see, that I was attempting to help. The kid stared at me a moment before realization dawned on his face, "Right..." he muttered. "Sorry."

"Let's go!" I tugged on his arm again, waving at The Flower Man who now had his arm that was holding the bag slumped at his side. "Bye Flower Man!"

I could feel his scowling gaze on us as I pushed the curly boy towards my car, "Passenger side."

He nodded his head, walking around to climb into the passenger side as I slid into the driver's seat. As soon as I he was seated, I looked back to wait for the opportunity to back up into the flow of traffic again.