"All I want is sex, yeah? You know, no feelings, no caring for the other, just -- Just plain, fucking sex." Sometimes, like a drunken Saturday night, Louis should learn to watch his mouth. And Harry should really, really learn to not take everything Louis says literally. -- All Right Reserved --

Larry short stories yay. Written mostly by me!! I credit if I did not write it!

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

Those two young boys. One with a big amount of friends. The other one with none. One is living. The other one surviving.

Louis is going to marry Eleanor, but is she the one he really loves?