We're Only Human /larry one shot/

We're Only Human /larry one shot/

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Louis Tomlinson is forced to go through his final of high school once more as he fails another year. He is confused, unsure, and just plain old lonely. His guidance and views are shaken, and without any proper family around, Louis is just getting worse, and worse. He won't stop the drugs. He won't stop the shagging. Whose to tell him not to? That's all before he meets Harry. A pure, innocent boy whose mind is as white as they come. He entrances Louis and teaches him that you don't need to be rebellious to be loved. Harry soon mends Louis, and creates a beautiful human being. But at the same time, Harry is holding back his own secrets. Secrets that could possibly destroy his relationship with Louis. Secrets that could kill Harry himself. Soon, both boys are left with just themselves and the world. And they have a lot to learn before they can go on. But, who cares? They're only human.
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Harry's face is red, and his heart is beating so fast he's scared it'll stop. Harry feels confidence swimming in his chest. Would you mind if I kiss you?" Louis smiles and faces Harry, "aren't you supposed to wait for the end of the night for that?" Harry cups Louis' cheek with his free hand and leans in. "Maybe. Is this alright?" Louis' eyes flicker to Harry's lips and he nods. Harry presses his lips to Louis'. He thinks he feels sparks, actual sparks. Harry thinks this is perfect. He feels Louis sigh lightly against his lips and Harry forgets how to breathe. He drops his chips and pulls Louis closer by his shirt, Louis drops his chips too and they splatter all over their shoes. Harry couldn't care less because Louis is crowding him against the wall, stepping on his toes to get impossibly closer, and never taking his lips off of Harry's. Harry thanks whatever forces brought Louis to him; he feels as if all of his efforts in his wishes are coming true. His wishes are coming true with this boy with freckles across his cheeks and soft lips. It wasn't. Louis wasn't Harry's wishes coming true.

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