Awwwww, is it International Bullshit Day again?
THIS YEAR: ???
I kind of want the Louis fic where he’s the teenager in the Vans, and, IDK, maybe Harry’s the kid he meets in Manchester one weekend. Maybe one of Louis’ friends has this sort of girlfriend that he met on holiday with his family on the Costa Del Sol after school finished in July, and he’s going to go and meet her for the first time in Manchester. And Stan doesn’t want to go by himself, so he wants his friends to come too, and she’s bringing friends too, so Louis agrees to go. Because there’s nothing funnier than watching Stan trip over his feet with a girl that he fancies, and because it’s the school holidays and Louis has nothing better to do than hang around and look after his sisters a bit and he’s bored. So Louis and Stan, and these other two lads, Ned and Tom, get the train to Manchester, and they’re meeting this girl, Ally, and her friends in Piccadilly Gardens.
And one of her friends is Harry, who has only just done his GCSEs and is curly haired and a bit baby faced. The first time Harry smiles at him, Louis feels it right down to his toes, this desperate sort of need he can’t quite put a name to, this shock that ricochets across his skin because he’s not stupid, he can recognise something sexual when he sees it — when he feels it, Christ — and he can see the answering recognition in Harry’s eyes.
Because he’s never had that before, not really, and he’s got a girl at home, kind of, this girl he met when they were doing Grease last term, and she’d been attentive and fun and pretty and great to be around, and he’d considered getting her to go out with him the biggest achievement of his year twelve. But now there’s this fucking boy, who’s messing about in Piccadilly Gardens with them because Stan and Ally are making embarrassed faces at each other, and Louis wants to touch him, and he doesn’t know why.