Imperfect Past- Larry Stylinson

A/N:

So, I know you all think this has been dark and angsty so far, but no.

 

Im just getting started… }>]

 

HWAHAHA!

I know this is short, but i just had to write!!

 

 

Harry’s POV:

(earlier that day)

I woke up early, but refused to open my eyes.

Why?

I was afraid of what id see.

I was hoping the events of last night had been a dream.

A very wet dream at that…

 

 (A/N: is it a wet dream for boys too?)

 

I was praying to a god I didn’t believe in that it was a dream.

But the gentle snore I heard from the warm body cuddled against me, that I knew was Louis.

I opened my eyes and felt my heart swell at the image before me.

The cute Doncaster lad was pressed firmly to my chest, with his head snuggled into the hallow between my shoulder and neck.

His face was slightly scrunched up like a bunny, but his mouth with curved into a happy smile.

The smile I love so much…

 

And it was that thought, that brought me back to my senses.

I quickly scrambled out of bed.

I was getting attached.

And had to detach myself now.

NOW

 

So, I did what I do best.

I went out to find a nice slag to shag.

(A/N: like my clever rhyme there? Aha! Yeah, im lame..)

 

 

***

 

It appears Mrs. Flack isn’t as loyal to her husband as we once thought.

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Louis’ POV:

I brought my hand down to lash out at him, but stopped myself when an idea came to mind.

An idea I just had to go with.

 

I smirked evilly while I whipped my phone out and hit record, while Niall just watched me in confusion as I taped the boy I love snog my new least favorite teacher.

A/N:

 

Can any of you guess Lou’s devious plan???

 

MWAHAHA