⚓Sad Larry Stylinson Imagines⚓

The Boy On The Park Bench

Warning: contains swearing, violence, tiny bit of mild smut, physical/domestic abuse, self-harm, death of major character.
Song while writing: Sia - Breathe Me

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"Hey, Haz, can we go for a kick-about in the park?" Niall suggested, bouncing a ball nonchalantly on Harry's bedroom floor. Harry rolled his eyes, looking up from his laptop on which he was trying to study.

"Can you stop bouncing that thing already?" He hissed, "And no, Niall, we can't. It's approaching 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning and it's freezing outside."

"Ah, come on, Styles!" Niall whined, "You're no fun!"

"I just don't want to freeze to death," Harry cocked an eyebrow, "And I feel as though that is possible in this weather."

"You're boring," Niall complained, "I can't exactly play football on my own."

"You'll find a way." Harry replied flatly, eyes focused on his laptop screen one again.

"Come on!" Niall jumped up from his seat, leaving the ball to roll away on the floor. He grabbed onto Harry's arm, attempting to pull the tall boy off his chair. "Pull yourself together, curly!"

"I'm trying to study!"

"Study when you get home!"

Harry sighed, letting himself be pulled up to his feet. Niall cheered over-dramatically, smirking at his win. Harry sighed as he reached up for his thick, black trench coat, slipping it on. Niall already had his shoes and coat on, as if he was absolutely optimistic about getting Harry to come to the park.

"Be quiet now, my mum and Gemma are probably still asleep. Although your ball bouncing probably woke them up." Harry rolled his eyes, opening his bedroom door quietly. Niall scooped up his ball, having to restrain himself from bouncing it again as they crept down the stairs. Harry slipped on a pair of his tattered old boots, unlocking the front door and slipping out.

He shut it and locked it again, throwing the keys into his coat pocket. "Okay, Niall, you can bounce that bloody ball now." He giggled, seeing Niall's eyes light up. He began bouncing the ball along the pavement as they walked. They strolled up Harry's road, turning a few corners as they headed towards the park.

"Ooh, I have some gossip!" Niall squealed suddenly like a teenage girl, ceasing the ball bouncing and just holding the ball.

"What is it?" Harry asked. They both loved a good gossip - who didn't?

"Apparently Zayn has a crush on that nerd, Liam!" Niall exclaimed, and Harry's eyes widened.

"No away! Being gay would ruin his badboy reputation." Harry grinned smugly. Niall smirked.

"Yes way! I heard him telling Ed in the hallway yesterday." Niall informed. Homosexual topics were touchy subjects for Harry, as he was still contemplating his own sexuality. He had been with girls before but he didn't enjoy it as much as the thought of being with a boy. Harry told Niall whenever he was crushing on a boy and Niall always supported him, no matter what. He loved the idiot for that reason.

When they walked though the park's gates, it was almost completely empty. There were a few dog walkers being pulled along by their overexcited pets, and a few couples were strolling around, hand-in-hand. Harry smiled, knowing he'd love to have a boyfriend to do that with.