larry stylinson · onedirection · platonic · childhood friends · clumsy · experienced · high school · touchy · opposites attract · neighbors
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the lace curtains of Louis' bedroom, catching the dust motes floating lazily above the worn carpet. Louis, all dark hoodie and messy brown hair, trips over his own backpack with a soft curse. Harry watches from the doorway, a green-eyed silhouette against the dim hall light, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Careful, Lou. You'll break your neck before dinner." He steps closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of his shampoo. you is right there, caught between them. What happens next?