summer was made for you (l.s)
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 19m
  • Reads 16
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 6
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2021
Mature
louis and harry have never spoken before, theyre silently admiring eachother from afar but neither has any plans on talking to the other any time soon, i mean how could they when harry was this stupidly popular slacker and louis was some kid into astrology and smoking weed. Louis makes music on the side and what might spark between the two when harry walks in on Louis recording in the schools music department........?
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19 parts Complete Mature

"Yes. My name is Louis. And who might you be, cutie?" "I'm . . . Harry. My name is Harry, and I'm your next door neighbour. I live at the yellow house that is beside yours." Twenty-five-year-old Louis Tomlinson not so subtly checked out the boy, "how old are you?" "I'm . . . Sixteen-years-old," the small boy eyed the man cautiously, "how old are you?" "I'm twenty-five, young one," was the reply Harry got. "You've called me two different names already. Why?" "I like pet names. Do you not like being called pet names?" "As long as you don't treat me like an animal? then I'm okay with you calling me pet names." "Great, and I definitely won't treat you like an animal" Louis replied, a smirk evident upon his face. "You creep me out, but only a tad" the curly haired boy said quietly. "Oh, and why is that?" "I don't know . . ."