#fetus!larry

you don’t love me. you all hate me because you’re sending me so many request asks DON’T YOU LIE TO ME

SO I am writing a fetus!larry (that actually sounds really fucking disturbing when you read the word "fetus" in a literal way ew ok moving along). 

I'm going to post the first chapter below, but if you want to read more of it you can click this dandy link right here.

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Chapter 1: Tables Are Turning

Harry knew that he'd nailed his X Factor audition as he stepped into the large stadium bathroom. Grinning at himself in the mirror, he splashed a bit of water on his face. You know, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And he wasn't. This was real, this was his life, and he was on his way (finally!).

The bathrooms were surprisingly empty, and Harry, being as excited as he could possibly be, started giving himself a massive pep talk full of "you did it"s and "you're awesome"s. It was pretty cheesy, but Harry was utterly convinced that he was all alone in the porcelain chamber.

And he was content, and he felt as though the world was grinning widely back at him... Until he heard a really weird noise. At first, he thought it was the air vents, but then he recognized the sound... It was sniffling. And not the sick kind of sniffling, but the sad, crying kind of sniffling. It was such a quiet noise, and Harry surely wouldn't have heard it if there'd even been one more person inside of the large restroom, but once Harry noticed, he had to find out what was the matter.

"Hello?" Harry called out blindly, but with no response whatsoever. He should've guessed that no one would answer the creepy 16-year-old who talks to himself in the bathroom. And yet, for some reason, he thought it would be completely normal to call out again.

"Are you doing alright? I'm quite nice, I can help," Harry echoed through the empty bathroom. If you didn't know Harry, you'd think that he was being creepy. But Harry was trying to be nice, and he was a pretty genuine person.

And that was why he couldn't just let this slide. So, Harry walked down the row of stalls, until he found the one that was locked. And to make this just about 1000 times more creepy than it already was, he knocked on the door.

"Helloooo. Um, I don't quite know what's wrong, but it's not good to be sad. You should be 'appy all the time," Harry spoke, and it was responded to with silence... And maybe another weak sniffling sound from inside the stall.

"Oh, come on. We can talk about it, I'm a good listener. Don't be sad. Be glad. Don't be mad. Be rad. Don't be-" "Enough!" Harry was cut off by the voice of the sad stranger.

But after only 5 seconds of this, out of the stall popped a very distraught looking shorter boy with light brown hair, and the prettiest blue eyes that Harry had ever seen. And not to mention, how outrageously familiar he looked. But before Harry could even attempt at putting two and two together, the smaller boy wiped his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"OK, I'm just going to come right out and say how undeniably and insanely creepy that was," the boy said, trying his hardest to give Harry a cold expression, but failing miserably considering he had just finished crying. He looked like a puppy pretending to be a bear, and Harry found it incredibly endearing.

"You look familiar," Harry spoke up, studying the boy's facial features: his high cheek bones, narrow chin, and his eyes... Harry was snapped out his thoughts by the cranky, tiny boy.

"Yeah, yeah I've heard that one before. The old, 'you look familiar... oh, that's right! you're my future boyfriend' crap? Well don't start taking the piss around me because it's simply not going to work," he said, still wiping the area under his eyes. Harry just stared at him, completely in awe.

"What's happened to you? You've been crying," Harry said, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing in obvious concern. Louis scoffed.

"Oh, OK. So now the creepy bathroom pervert who has chats with himself wants to know if I'm doing alright and expects me to tell him? Cute," he said, but all Harry heard was the word "cute".

"Thanks. So, tell me... What's your name, love?" Harry asked, putting his hands in his pockets and sending the boy in front of him a smile.

"You're seriously trying to pick me up in a bathroom? That's honestly the more ridiculous thing I've ever heard. And no, you can tell me your name first," Louis said whilst striding over to the area with the mirrors and sinks. Harry followed behind him like a lost puppy.

"My name's Harry... Styles," Harry said, smiling just because the boy took enough interest in him to even ask for his name. "But you know, you should really tell me what's the matter."

The shorter boy rolled his eyes and let out an overly dramatic sigh, but he did answer. "Alright, well, if you must know, my audition was shit. I still made it, but it was shit, and they're going to remember it was shit, and my legacy is going to be shit... Not to mention my mum picked out this shirt," the boy grumbled. Harry almost laughed, but he managed to contain himself.

"Wait a minute... So you're saying... You're mad because... You made it on the show for bootcamp?" Harry asked, outrageously confused.

"No... God, have you even been listening to a word I've said? I'm mad because I wasn't as good as I could've been... I was really pitchy out there..." the boy murmured.

"Look, I know it probably feels down right now, but you can get them in the next round, yeah? So don't even sweat it. Knock their socks off next time, Lou," Harry covered his mouth with his hand, suddenly realizing who he was talking to. The name just kind of slipped out, but it was right.

But yes, it was THE Louis Tomlinson. Harry's first kiss when he was 14. He was at summer camp, and everyone besides Louis made fun of him for being a little overweight. It was the best day of Harry's life, well, besides today.

Louis looked at Harry, almost in disbelief.

there is no throwback

favorite X factor moment ;)

yeah so have some fetus larry feels because there has been too much drama lately so why the fuck not