wrote this when i was 12 so i'm sorry, but i've checked it multiple times, and i think it's decent. inform me of any errors. thanks .

the whispering hadn't bothered harry for a long time now. all the looks he got; some disgusted, some curious. he didn't care about people pointing at him. he didn't mind the negative things people often spoke about him.

harry liked to be himself. harry loved dressing in clothes that most boys wouldn't wear. he enjoyed being flamboyant and wearing skirts, skinny jeans, or floral prints. it was part of who he was, and he was in fact proud of it. he was proud of the flower crown resting on his head, despite the fact that the flowers were slightly wilted. he carried on singing his silly songs, some of them made up, and he continued to keep his head high and the dimpled smile shining. no one had bothered to bully him in years, despite the fact that people constantly talked behind his back. his bright, calm, attitude fended the haters, and they had slowly retracted their shoving to glowering glares and continuous hissing.

when harry skipped into his summer, all done with uni, he heard a distant noise of a truck. as the truck came into view, he realised it was a moving van, with UHAUL printed on the top. harry grinned gloriously at the sight of a new neighbour. sure, he had three friends, but they were hardly around to spend enough time with him. niall, liam, and zayn actually dedicated plenty of their time to accompany him, but it wasn't enough, according to harry. so when a boy around his age stepped out of the car behind the van, he beamed, dimples popping out. the boy's eyes were so blue, even from far away. harry watched ecstatically as the stranger began unloading boxes from the car, and a woman and a man, the boy's parents, harry presumed, emptied out the van.

harry immediately sprang out the door, black skinny jeans enveloping his legs, and a white t-shirt over his chest. of course, his usual flowercrown was placed on his head, much like an angel's halo. he danced whilst sprinting toward the newcomer, waving profusely.

the boy rolled his eyes, but called, 'someone's excited, eh? hi curly. i'm pretty sure i'm moving into the house next to yours. what's your name?'

harry squealed at the boy's warm attitude. 'i'm harry! what about you, lovely?'

'oh, call me that again and you'll receive a blow right there in your face. my name's louis.'

'louis!' harry cried, spinning in a circle. 'lewis?' he then questioned.

louis grimaced. 'just louis. louis tomlinson. curly, this box is quite heavy. just lemme get in the house, will you? we can chat later.'

harry huffed. 'i'll help you move the boxes,' he offered, determined to get to know his new neighbour.

louis shrugged. 'don't see a problem in that. harold, you can take anything except that box labelled "personal". got it?'

harry was shocked that louis didn't wave off his offer to help, like most generous people would have, but nevertheless, he nodded eagerly, sauntering towards the car.

'boobear, who's that nice lad? is he helping us move? he doesn't have to, you know.' louis's mother, jay, walked over, a large box cradled in her arms. she seemed unperturbed by harry's flowercrown.

'he volunteered,' louis laughed, 'and it seems a pity to say no. his name is harry. i'm his new neighbour.'

'he seems so sweet. i'm glad you're in good hands in this neighbourhood,' jay smiled. then her eyes filled with tears. 'i can't believe you won't be living with us anymore. the girls will miss you so much, especially lottie! london had better be treating you will, otherwise you're welcome to move back into our home.'

'mum, relax,' louis grinned. 'i'm going to be okay.' despite the fact he was twenty-four, louis had never lived alone before. he was always close to his family and had lived with them all his life, so it was a new experience for louis to be living alone.

'i know you are, baby,' jay replied as they stumbled through the door. 'i'm just going to miss you so much.'

'aww, mum, i'll miss you too,' louis responded, pulling jay into a one-armed hug. he set the box down on the counter in the kitchen, sighing in content as he surveyed the large room. he couldn't believe the whole house was going to be his. all his.

just then, louis's stepfather came whistling into the room. he slapped a hand on louis's shoulder, using the other to fist-bump him. 'great choice, louis,' he grinned at him.

'thanks, dan.'

louis felt a large smile tug at his lips when harry bounded in without knocking, three large boxes piled on top of each other in his hands.

'oh, hi there! are you louis's parents?' harry queried cheerfully, noticing jay and dan.

'i'm louis's mum, and that's dan, his stepdad,' answered jay, smiling back just as equally. she reached out a hand and shook harry's. 'thank you for the help. we really appreciate it.'

'no problem! anything to get to know people better!' harry beamed, setting down the box. 'so, are you staying with louis, or are you just helping him move?' either way, he didn't mind. harry could tell just by their faces that they were lovely people.

'we're actually just helping lou,' said dan, exiting the house to bring in some more boxes.

'first time living alone,' added jay, earning a slight shove from louis.

'mum, he didn't need to know that,' louis hissed into jay's ear.

jay just grinned and rolled her eyes.

harry clasped his hands together and bounded towards the door. 'i'm so ready to move some more boxes!' he chirped.

'i'm not,' louis muttered, but he beamed nevertheless, because harry's attitude had such a strange yet pleasant effect on people. he joined harry by the doorway, trying to keep up with harry's eager and long strides.

'well, at least after we take them all in, we can sit down and have a long conversation!' harry offered.

'sure.' louis played it nonchalant, but the truth was, he just couldn't stop smiling and feeling ecstatic inside.

jay and dan took a quick liking to harry, marvelling at his brightness and generosity. they chatted with him willingly whilst he blabbered on about random topics such as cats, flowers, and the sun.

half an hour later, after dan had said, 'bye bud, have a good time! we'll miss you lots!' and louis's mum had kissed him goodbye, harry found himself seated across louis in the smooth mahogany chairs surrounding the oakwood table. harry, however, couldn't keep still in his chair, and kept squirming with anticipation, throwing loads of questions at an overwhelmed louis.

'six siblings,' louis was informing harry. 'oldest is charlotte, she likes to be called lottie. she's in uni. next is félicité, also in uni. we call her fizzy. then there's the twins, phoebe and daisy. they're twelve. and finally, ernest and doris. we've got a fertile bunch, the lot.'

'wow!' harry exclaimed. 'you've got soooo many siblings! i'd love to meet them! i've got one. gemma. she hates me!'

'oh, er, i'm sorry,' louis offered.

harry threw his head back laughing. 'no, it's just banter, don't worry louis. she taught me how to use a tampon when i was twelve. twelve! can you imagine a poor, innocent child being tormented like that? she fooled me into thinking i'd get my period, and i even bought pads at the store, louis. waiting for it to come. and it never did. i was so gullible.'

louis chuckled and reached across to ruffle harry's curls. 'so gullible,' he agreed. 'that's quite alright, sunshine.'

'sunshine?' harry questioned.

'yeah, you remind me a lot of sunshine. you're just so happy and, you know. your smile radiates.'

harry beamed even more.

'hey, look at that fat cat out there! wow. so bloody adorable!' louis pointed.

'where?' harry swivelled around in his seat. louis had learned quickly that harry was in love with cats, and lived off them.

'ha! gullible boy. hey, it's fun to say. that fat cat. that fat cat.'

harry started mimicking louis and they two were soon in fits of giggles, breathing heavily, teaching each other tongue twisters and trying to say them fast.

'louis, what are your hobbies?' harry queried after they had stopped laughing.

'well, i like to sing and play the piano, mostly. i also love footie. not to brag, but... i'm the best at it.' harry giggled slightly. 'hmm, i also do enjoy a bit of baking, 'specially with my mum. but, mind you, i can't bake or cook. when i try, i end up cooking myself, and then i get served as dinner,' louis finished seriously. 'i guess i'll just live off of frozen foods at the supermarket.'

'louis! no!' harry scolded. 'that's so unhealthy! if you can't cook, you can't live. just come over and i'll cook for you.'

'thanks harold! that would be wonderful, if you don't mind.'

'it would be wonderful!' harry agreed. 'alright, so i have an eating schedule. ten a.m. is breakfast, lunch is at noon, and dinner is at 6:01 p.m. got it?'

'i doubt i can wake up at ten, but alright. why 6:01, curly?'

'dunno, i just like it,' harry shrugged.

'you're strange,' louis stated, but there was some kind of fondness visible in his eyes. harry, being oblivious, obviously couldn't see it. he just hummed in agreement.

'harold—'

'it's harry.'

'too bad. harold. harold i don't know your last name.'

'it's styles,' harry informed him.

'wow. that's sick! sounds like a superstar name. by the way, i love your flowercrown. could you teach me how to make them?'

'oh really? thank you!' harry exclaimed eagerly. 'of course i will!'

'why do you wear them though?' louis questioned curiously, not meaning any offence. 'i hope that doesn't sound judgemental. i'm just wondering.'

'i just like them. they're pretty,' harry responded energetically.

'pretty like you,' louis wanted to say, but instead, he just nodded. 'you're so sweet, sunshine," he told him. 'and bright.'

harry laughed happily. 'thanks lou! nothing ever really gets me down.'

"you're special," louis said.

a blush rose to harry's cheeks. he felt a bit trapped by louis's stare, yet strangely comfortable.

'you're really quite something,' louis whispered.

'thank you,' harry said again, unsure of what to say. because louis's words had shivers running down his spine and sparks piercing his skin.

harry cast his mind around for a topic. usually, he would talk for ages about absolute random rubbish, but louis had completely flustered him and he didn't even know what to do. so he brought out his only talent: joke-telling.

'hey, do you want to hear a joke about cats?' harry blurted out.

'no!' louis exclaimed immediately.

'you've got to be kitten me,' harry replied, and burst into a fit of giggles. louis just shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. the joke wasn't even funny, but something about harry just made him want to laugh.

'you're terrible,' louis said, still smiling.

harry frowned and pouted. 'hey, it was funny — wasn't it?'

'sure it was sunshine.'

and harry wouldn't lie — butterflies did flutter in his stomach whenever louis called him 'sunshine.'

'i'm scared of pussies,' louis admitted.

'how?!' harry frowned. 'they're so cute.'

louis nearly snorted laughing. 'i'm gay,' he stated proudly.

'ohhh!' harry started laughing. 'me too! you're so dirty, lou.'

'you're gay too?' louis asked, confused about how harry could be so nonchalant.

'yeah,' harry said, grinning.

'cool.'

harry nodded cheerily, proud to admit his sexuality. it had never bothered him, and he didn't understand why some people called others 'fags' because of their orientations. it disgusted him that there was still a lot of hate going around in 2016. and he told louis so.

louis decided, whilst harry rambled on about the topic of discrimination, that harry was a thoughtful, heartfelt, happy baby kitten. and it sounded so wrong, but it was so right. harry was never afraid to express his opinions, and if he did, he always put it in a strange, dorky, sophisticated yet charming way.

by the end of the day, many jokes and chats later, louis had discovered that harry was 22-year old baby, almost three years younger than him. and louis also found out that harry was a dork. a very big dork. and louis loved it.

the next day, louis went over to harry's at exactly a minute before noon, which was the time harry would start eating lunch. they started up a conversation over some eggplant parmigiana, which, despite his hate for all vegetables besides carrots, louis strangely did not mind.

'okay, so once,' louis was saying, 'i was sitting next to an old lady on the bus. and you wouldn't believe it! i casually—' harry rolled his eyes '—yeah casually, glanced at her phone, because some strange music was coming out of it. and it turned out to be the dora the explorer theme song! i couldn't help but ask, why the dora the explorer theme song was playing on her phone, and why she looked like she enjoyed it. because, you see, there weren't any younger children sitting near us.'

'louis!' harry cried out, smacking louis's arm.

'shh, harold. let me continue. when she turned to me, i nearly puked up that bag of banana and kale crisps i had that morning. well, they were already making me sick anyways. but her face was the most hideous face i've ever seen. her tooth had some sort of fly crawling up it, and the wrinkles on her face were deeper than my sister can take her boyfriend's dick. it was crazy, harold. then she ripped off her face — yes, as it turns out, her face has two layers, and thank goodness, because i don't like to judge people off their appearances. but still, the second layer of her face stunk quite a bit — she probably hadn't showered in weeks. and she told me that the dora the explorer theme song was her favourite song. at least, that's what i think she told me. i wasn't sure, because as soon as she opened her mouth, i was hit by a rotten stench of expired milk and maybe some rotten, raw fish. it was so disgusting, i swear. by the way, she looked pretty rich, so i'm sure she wasn't homeless. therefore, i had the right to judge.'

harry was repeatedly smacking louis's tattooed left arm now, because louis was being such a dick, but a funny dick. and he couldn't stop laughing, each laugh coming in between short gasps.

after harry had caught his breath, he told louis, 'we're going to be great friends. forever.'

'sounds alright, sunshine,' louis beamed.

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