pretend it longer |english-larry|

pretend it longer |english-larry|

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"Let's pretend to be together. Without feelings. I can do it." "Just don't fall in love with me." "You don't have to worry about that. But don't fall in love with me either." "Not gonna be a problem. You're quite irritating." Harry tells his parents he is gay, but they doubt his word, to prove it, he lies, that he's in a relationship with none other than... and Harry says the first name that comes to mind... Louis Tomlinson. Harry is the only child of a wealthy family, with everything he could ever dream of. Louis' life is the exact opposite, and always had to settle for whatever he could get. They're living in two completely different worlds, while Harry seeks excitement in his ordinary life, Louis finds solace in drugs. When Harry desperately asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend, Louis agrees in exchange for money. But at school, they'd always hated each other. Harry might lose everything he thought he had. And as the days go reevaluating what they have and learning about life, it's getting harder to distinguish between reality and make-believe. translation of the original hungarian "pretend it longer" larry fanfic
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"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 . . ."

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