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Cold London air berated against the large flat. The howl of the wind was drowned out by the laughter of the tv, which had been filling the silence of the flat for nearly five hours now. Harry lay on the couch, slouched so far down that his shoulder blades touched the cushion and his long legs covered the entire width of the coffee table. He held the remote idly in his hand, tapping it occasionally with his fingers and flipping through stations until he grew bored of the motion. Louis wasn't back yet, he hadn't been back all day or the night previous. He was out with Eleanor was all Harry knew, out with his girlfriend with the pretty smile an

Oneshot based on this prompt: thirteen year-old louis teaching eleven year-old harry how to 'french kiss' at the park after school, because he's "older and more experienced" even though he's only pecked two girls on the lips. bonus points if you skip ahead to when they're sixteen/eighteen and actually get together and kiss for the first time, while referencing and giggling about that one time they kissed when they were kids. preteen!Larry is fun :) Word count: 1,559 --------------- "What d'you mean you've never kissed a girl before!" "Shhh!" Harry smacked his friend on the arm. "Shut up, Lou, that's not what I meant." "Yeah? Well then

Louis grimaced as the last of the amber liquid splashed against his throat, setting the small glass aside. He honestly had forgotten what he'd ordered and it was starting to taste a bit like stomach acid, but with every mouthful he slipped further and further from every emotion fighting for dominance in his brain. The loneliness, the hurt, the sheer annoyance of the situation. And the jealousy. God, it was so frustrating, but he was jealous. Ticked off, annoyed, angry even at the tall slim blonde Harry had left his side for. Louis truly thought they could avoid it this evening, thought she wouldn't be able to make the party until much later.

987 word drabble. On the train home for Christmas holidays. --------------------------- "Is all your family magic?" Harry asked, absentmindedly peeling apart a liquorice wand. Louis rested back against the opposite seat of the train compartment and shook through his box of Every Flavour Beans, inspecting carefully. "Yep, every one. Well, all 'cept my dad. He and his family are all Muggles, but we don't see them much. And when we do it's hush-hush about all things magical." He selected a grassy green bean and a warm yellow and popped them both into his mouth. Harry nodded in understanding, thinking of his own Muggle step-father's family.

Word Count: 1,863 Paring: Larry Warnings: very mild language, slash, AU Droopy-eyed and lethargic, Harry dragged his feet into the Great Hall. It was bustling with students and teachers, at its peak just before the day's mail arrived. Tempting smells of hotcakes and other morning treats greeted Harry's nose, but he marched straight down the center aisle of the Hall, not even setting his own bag down at his table. Harry's feet carried him to the ringing Irish laugh in the middle of the Hall, and he came to a stop behind his blond friend. The kid sitting on the opposite side of the table, who Harry really had never liked, noticed Harry and

Word Count: 2,335 Pairing: Larry Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Warnings: slash, AU Harry gripped his wand tightly as he shuffled down the dark corridor, licking his lips nervously. There wasn't a single torch lit on the walls, and Harry had no idea which door he'd slipped through in his frantic desire not to get caught by the approaching footsteps. Now he was inching his way against the cold wall, not daring to light his wand in case he attracted unwanted attention. Harry was alone now, since fearless ol' Niall had run off not even a minute after entering the dim Entrance Hall. He'd scurried back through the door that led to t