Larrystylinsn Stories

Parallel Lines. Two lines moving side by side, never touching, never meeting.

'Rum, innit?' The man grumbles and turns his back from him. [Harry] nods and fishes the note from his pocket when his eyes catch someone else's. Green meets blue. Harry stops, and so does the boy. He's wearing a beige, wool sweater and faded denim overalls. His brown, floppy hair seems to hug his whole face and his fringe is swept to the side. The lines on his mouth promise trouble, and God, his eyes. _ Or, the Eroda AU featuring a shy boy with the brightest smile on the island, and a newcomer with eyes as blue as the sea surrounding it. _ COMPLETE.