Larry Stylinson One Shots

Kiss You

Small town in Alabama, 1953

Louis was a church boy, raised by a good family, in a good neighborhood, went to a good school, I guess the definition of the American dream. His father a pastor and his mother a school teacher, he had good role models, and being the oldest of six siblings, he needed to be a good role model himself. A few weeks into the summer, Louis was struggling to find stuff to do. He read every book on his bookshelf, played every board game, climbed every tree (against his mother's wishes) and now sat on his porch fiddling with a rubber band. A car engine pulled his attention away from his lap, he looked up to see an old red truck pull into the driveway next door. The house went up for sale at the end of the school year, didn't take long for someone new to claim it, it was a good neighborhood after all. A small family stepped out of the truck. The father, he assumed, was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, waving his rough hands in the air, guiding the moving van into the driveway. Next was the mother, different from other mothers he's seen at school and around the neighborhood. She wore black pants and a red blouse, her hair was cut short and tied with a bandana. Twin girls came running out, both wearing dresses and white shoes, giggling as they sprinted into the new territory of the house. Finally, a boy his age stepped out of the bed of the truck, which was quite awkward to watch, the boy had very long legs, and seemed clumsy. He had curly dark brown hair and dimples that became prominent immediately. Louis' heart started to race as he saw the boy slowly walk up to the house. Why was his heart racing? Why did he feel nervous? He must've been staring for too long, because his new neighbor looked over at Louis, it was then when he realized how green the stranger's eyes were. Louis immediately walked towards his front door, embarrassed, his face and neck turning slightly pink. He walked up to his room, shut the door and sighed, completely and utterly embarrassed.

One week later

Louis sat under the tree in his front yard with a book he has read countless times. Reading was kinda his thing. "Angry, and half in love, and tremendously sorry, I turned away." He read from The Great Gatsby. Love, love was such a strange thing, it either was something to be proud of, or something that would utterly destroy you. Could someone be half in love? His thought was cut off by an unfamiliar voice, "Hi." He looked up to see his new neighbor for the second time, okay maybe not the second time, maybe he would watch the boy through his bedroom window, or steal glances as the family walked out to their truck. "Uh... hi." He awkwardly stuttered back, why was he so nervous? "I'm Harry, I moved in last week, I don't have many friends, thought I would come over and introduce myself." Harry, now he has a name for the boy with incredible green eyes. Incredible Louis? Listen to yourself, stop it. "I uh.. I'm Louis." His mouth felt like a desert. Harry sat down next to Louis, taking Louis's book from his hands, examining like he's never seen a book before. "So you like to read?" Harry seemed very interested. "Um yeah, I read a lot. Not much else to do in this neighborhood." For some reason Louis' heart refused to slow down. "We should hang out, maybe I could get your nose out of books for a little while." Harry seemed so confident when he spoke. "Yeah... uh sure I would like that." There goes Louis' heart beat again. Harry smiled one more time, then got up and went back to his own yard, only looking back right before entering his house to give Louis a small, yet excited wave.

Another week passes

Louis walked nervously next to Harry as they walked down to the creek, Harry invited him swimming, something Louis wouldn't normally do. He was very skinny for a boy his age and wasn't very fond of it, I mean he was 16 after all, he should have some meat on his bones. Looking at Harry, who was two years younger than him, had muscles. Harry says he use to work on a farm, lifting hay bales and hauling pigs around gave you muscle. Louis wouldn't know, he's lived in the city all his life. When they arrived at the creek Harry immediately took his shirt off, ready to dive in, excited to get into the cooling water, it being almost 100* in Alabama mid-July. Harry stepped into the water until he was waist deep, he looked over his shoulder to see Louis still on the grass, fidgeting with his fingers. "You coming?" Harry shouted, Louis unwillingly took his shirt off, crossed his arms over his chest and slowly made his way to the water. The water did feel nice against his hot skin. "So, Gatsby huh?" Harry was good at starting conversation. "Um yeah, one of my favorites. It's a classic." "Oh well I know you've read it a lot but, remember it's all a dream." Harry spoke with a bit of cockiness in his tone. "Um actually, it was all a lie." Louis started to feed off of Harry's confidence, Harry grinned at the shorter boys statement.

After awhile, they both got out of the water and sat on the grass, allowing the sunshine to dry them off. Louis liked this a lot, not being by the creek or swimming, he liked being with Harry. He really didn't know why, he was drawn to him. "Have you ever kissed someone Louis?" "Um, excuse me?" Louis wanted to make sure he heard him correctly. "I said, have you ever kissed anyone?" Louis was embarrassed, in fact he's never kissed anyone. His father was a pastor and physical affection and intimacy was frowned upon at a young age. "Um no, there was no one that I've wanted to kiss. People are kinda boring in this town." Louis then got a burst of confidence, "Have you ever kissed anyone Harry?" "Yes I have, back at my old school me and my best friend kissed one day, just to see what it felt like." Wow, Harry is two years younger than him and had already had his first kiss. "What was her name?" "Zachary" Louis sucked in a breath, shocked, while Harry giggled at his reaction. Louis always thought homosexuality was a sin, that is what his father taught in church as well as at home. I guess Harry could see curiosity spread over Louis' face. "Would you like to kiss me Louis?" That is when all of Louis' air left his lungs.

Blue eyes stared into green ones. Louis' heart had never been beating faster, Harry could practically see his pulse on the older boy's delicate skin. "Are you nervous?" Harry whispered, lips almost touching Louis'. Instead of speaking, Louis mustered all of the confidence within him and pressed his clumsy lips onto Harry's. Harry was shocked but soon grabbed onto Louis' cheek to steady both of them, melting into the kiss. This felt so right, so perfect. How could this be a sin? Harry's lips felt so soft as they moved against his own. Louis was left breathless as Harry pulled away and moved his lips to his neck. Oh, this was very different, he liked the feeling of Harry's lips against his neck. The younger boy worked wonders, he could not hold back the pants coming from his mouth, no matter how hard he bit his lip.

Harry pulled back much too soon for Louis' liking, he pressed one final small peck to the boy's lips. Both boys out of breath, Harry's hand still on the other boy's cheek, both grinning like they've never been more happy, because in fact, that was true. They walked back to neighborhood holding hands, but once they got to their street, they let go, knowing that was the smartest choice. Once arriving at their houses, Harry gave Louis a small smile and a wink, then proceeded to walk to his porch. Louis smiled contently. His world was about to get rocked, nothing would be the same, all thanks to the boy with green eyes next door.

Author's note: I hope you liked it, I wrote this after watching the sandlot, I felt like going with the 50s/60s vibe. Feedback is always appreciated :)
- Abby <3