Free Falling {Larry Stylinson}

Harry lived a happy life. At least that's what it appeared to be to anyone who passed by or even tried to get involved: a happy, normal life. Harry wasn't happy, but he wasn't disappointed with his current situation. He was numb. He wasn't living, in a sense. He was merely existing. He wanted more out of his dull life, and it seemed as though he was losing all hope.

That was until he met Louis.

Louis had made bad decisions in his short time on Earth. Many dangerous, stupid decisions, actually. One of them involving how he made what little money he had. He spent his nights "couch surfing" around London, looking for any place that he could sleep that wasn't in an old alley on the wet, cold cement. Louis was scared, and always wondering. He wondered about things such as the meaning of life, who his mother was, and even where his next meal would come from. Not a night passed where Louis wasn't scared of what was going to happen next. He had no one.

That was until Harry came along.