Back To Front; [1/?]
Summary: After a party, Harry’s birthday party, Louis wakes up and finds out that something is different. He is in his best friend’s bed in his arms and they’re both naked. He wakes up in a world where Larry Stylinson is real and he’s the youngest in One Direction
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When Louis opened his eyes the next morning, he knew something was wrong.
Well, that kind of thing is pretty obvious when you wake up with your best friend’s arms around you, both naked and in his bed… And on top of all that, you are head over heels in love with him.
What had happened the night before? The only thing he remembered was that they were at Zayn’s, in Harry’s birthday party. And he was wasted. That too, he couldn’t even walk… Oh, and he had snogged some random dude.
Louis sat up and looked around. His cheeks turned pink when he felt a little pain in his lower back. And he was not stupid, he knew what had happened.
He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize Harry woke up, until a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and a pair of lips were pressed against his neck, sending chills through his body.
“What’s wrong, love?” he said with a sleepy voice.
Love? Louis was stunned. That was weird, Harry was straight! And also his best friend! And they fucked, and he was acting as if that kind of stuff was normal. Which was not.
His mind went wild. What was he supposed to answer to that? ‘I’m alright’? ‘Great, hun, you were great last night’? ‘You, bitch, my ass hurts’? That’d be rude…
“N-Nothing… I’m… just a litte sore…” he whispered, turning even redder, which made Harry laugh.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself last night…” he smirked and nuzzled Louis’ neck, making Louis sigh. He could get used to that.
“Don’t worry, it is okay” Louis smiled and his eyes found Harry’s. They were the same green but there was something different. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Why don’t we get up and go see the lads? Liam told me to meet them at Nandos” Harry said, getting up and out of the bed.
Louis almost shit himself. Harry was taller (yeah, it was possible) than before, his body was a little more toned and… he looked older. Even more than Louis…
Louis stared at him for a while, wondering if it was possible to grow taller in a few hours.
They got dressed and walked out of their flat, Harry took Louis’ hand in his own, which made everything even weirder. What was that? Was he dreaming? Was he high?
When they saw the boys, Louis was almost sure he was dreaming. Niall’s hair was brown, and he was wearing a leather jacket, with a frown in his face. Zayn was sitting beside him, with a sweet smile adorning his lips and his eyes were locked in his phone. Liam was laughing at something Niall had said and was already eating.
“Hey, Harreh! Loueh!” greeted Zayn when they entered the restaurant. “How is the grandad of One Direction? Does your back hurt? Is that why you are late?” he and Liam laughed and Niall smirked.
Louis raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry. “What does he mean?”
Harry smiled. “He’s just making fun of me ‘cuz I turned twenty-four last night, remember?”
“Twenty-four?!” What? Louis let go of Harry’s hand and ran a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, Lou…” Harry muttered, frowning, looking slightly hurt. “You know that… I’m the older one in the band… Niall’s twenty.three, Liam is twenty-three too and Zayn is Twenty-two.”
Louis stood there, staring at Harry, looking for a sign that showed he was lying. He found none.
So… in a recapitulation, he was the youngest… and Harry the oldest… They were dating… Niall hated Nandos and Liam laughed at everything.
What the fuck had happened?