Harold Styles shed a last single tear as his favorite fanfiction he read had just ended for good.
Harry didn't plan on reading fanfiction, it wasn't like he searched "Larry Stylinson perfect fanfictions that make you shed tears at the ending because it's so beautiful" in google. It just kind of happened, and ever since then Harry has been reading Larry fanfiction.
He's known what fanfiction was even before he got addicted reading it, the boys have stumbled across smutty ones all the time on twitter, but this one writer that the stories he's wrote Harry had read them over and over a million times in his freetime. Even the boys have asked what Harry was reading during when they had nothing to do, but Harold ignores them and shifts to another room to read the smutty or fluffy fanfics.
Harry wrote a review and put down:
"OH MY GOD YOU ARE BASICALLY PERFECT I LOVE ALL YOUR WRITING MARRY ME"
And grinned to himself, knowing that Harry can go anonymously putting reviews on this persons story and nobody will know it's him.
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"Louis can I PLEASEEE borrow your laptop for one second? I'm too lazy to get up" Harry yelled from the couch. Louis looked at him with an annoyed face
"Fine... one second. You're just checking twitter right?"
"Yes, I swear, I'm only checking twitter. Why would I lie to you?" Harry chuckled at how bitchy Louis seemed just to check something on his laptop. Louis gave in and handed Harry the laptop.
"Nothing else but twitter" Louis pointed at Harry.
"Alright" Harry smirked.
Once Louis left the room Harry checked twitter quickly, and check if his favorite author has updated any other fanfictions, it's not like Louis would know if he checked it, there is such a thing as clearing the history of what you go on. Harry typed in the website and went to his favorite authors profile. Harry was definitly confused, he could edit everything, the icon, the stories, the titles, everything, then he realized he was logged into his favorite authors account.
He realized. He. Harold Edward Styles was logged into his favorite authors account on Louis William Tomlinsons computer.
Harry suddenly paniked, what if Louis walked in and saw Harry tripping balls because his favorite author is Louis. Louis Tomlinson that wrote all that smut. Louis William Tomlinson.
Harry's mind went blank as Louis William Tomlinson came in, seeing Harry flapping his arms around at his laptop screaming.
"Jesus, Harry are you okay?" Louis burst out in laughter.
Harry shut the laptop closed quickly without exiting out of anything and ran out of the room without even looking back at Louis confused face. Louis slowly sat down on the bed and opened the laptop, terrified seeing his fanfiction account open.
"HARRY, WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN" Louis yelled slaming the laptop shut and running after Harry.
He comes to a stop when he sees Harry look up from his cellphone, looking blankly. at Louis.
"Harry listen, what you just saw is a big misunderstanding, that is not my acco-"
Louis couldn't even process Harry getting up to hush him with a kiss. Louis wanted to pull away but his mind went blank.
"Let's have a talk" Harry whispered.
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"So, you've been reading all my stories?" Louis questioned still awkward from what just happened.
"Yeah, you're like, my favorite author to be honest, never knew you could write that good, I've tried writing myself but if I tried it would most likely be the worst fanfiction in existance." Harry smiled trying to make Louis less uncomfortable.
They sat in silence for a while until Harry finally decided to speak.
"So... did writing these fanfics ever turn you on?" Harry shuffled closer to Louis.
"Uhhh..."
Harry got closer to Louis face. "They turned me on" Harry almost said in a whisper into Louis ear.